A Therapeutic Relationship, Chapter Two - Sex Stories

A Therapeutic Relationship, Chapter Two

Peter took his shower with a massive hard-on, the pulse of his shaft keeping it alive and well, fueled by thoughts he knew he shouldn’t be having. It took every ounce of willpower he had not to jerk off right there and give himself the release he so desperately needed.

He turned the water off and grabbed a towel to dry himself off, the smell of restaurant food and sweat washed from his skin. He then grabbed his pants and boxers and tossed them in the dirty clothes hamper just outside the bathroom, knowing full well he wouldn’t be needing them in the immediate future. He could hear moans coming from his bed, a pair of naked legs visible from around the corner, squirming and writhing and kicking the bedsheets.

“Having fun over there?”

Her toes curled at the sound of his voice.

“Not as much fun as I could be having.”

He looked over his shoulder with a sigh. His phone was still sitting on the countertop. He couldn’t bring it with him in case she found herself in the mood for snooping, and he couldn’t leave it there in case she had to use the bathroom and suddenly found herself in the mood for snooping. So he picked it up, double checked to make sure it was still on silent, and hid it face down underneath the pant leg of his work pants. Then he made his way down the hall to the sight of the naked woman laying in his bed with her legs splayed, her fingers working her clit in circles. She let out a soft gasp when she laid eyes on the rock hard erection swinging ...

... between his thighs.

“Don’t tell me you’ve been that hard this entire time.”

He nodded.

“I’ve been saving it for you.”

“God, that’s so hot.” She moaned louder, her back arching as she rubbed her clit faster. “Come closer, baby. I wanna taste it again.”

He walked over to the edge of the bed and watched as she rolled over on her stomach and positioned her face in front of the tip of his cock. It glistened with a drop of precum. She stuck out her tongue to lick it off. His hips twitched as he let out a sharp gasp. She looked up at him, her open smile laced with mischief. She grabbed the base of his shaft, holding it steady as she swirled her tongue around the head, her eyes closed, her breath heavy with a longing that she craved satisfaction for.

But for now, she focused on him, sliding her lips over the swollen glans, sucking on it just enough for him to tilt his head back and let out a low moan. Her hand ran up and down the lower half of his shaft, her lips making their way past the ridge, forcing her to breathe through her nose. She barely made it a third of the way down before taking it out of her mouth to catch her breath, stroking it faster and tilting it up to run her tongue along the underside of its length.

“Fuck, baby. What’s gotten into you? I don’t think I’ve ever seen you this hard before.”

“I don’t know.” The places where she licked and kissed him made it hard for him to focus, hard for him to say the words he knew she wanted to hear. “I think it ...