Chapter 10

Slowly, her hair falls across the bed. Her body shifts slightly across the sheets. The velvet, soft curve of her leg is thrown carelessly across her lover’s own. A gentle sigh leaves through half parted lips as her body turns toward his. Slowly, she edges her body closer. The softness of her curves causes his cock to twitch. Lifting a hand and using the ridges of his fingertips to caress the slender curve of her hip, Alan watches her as she turns to ease herself out from him. His swollen man meat is no longer pressed tight into her softness.

Kennedy’s eyes are full of lust for him. But that is all this is. She wants nothing more than the professional and private relationship they share. She doesn’t want to marry him or be committed in any way. Alan is happy with this arrangement, and it so far has proven to be quite the arrangement. Alan smiles and shifts silently down the bed with his hands gliding down her body until they settle on her thighs. He looks up and Kennedy looks down, parting her legs. His eyes lower to the prize before his eyes. He drops his head down. From between parted lips, his mouth muscle gently caresses her twat. Her legs slit apart even more as a soft moan leaves her lips.

Lifting his head, Alan shifts forward to settle in between her legs before dipping back down to once more touch her with his tongue. He parts her folds, and with soft, slow strokes, he laps at her. The noise of her arousal is made clear through her moans. This isn’t their first go around after the session today—it’s not even their second. His hands curl over her hips, caressing her skin with his fingertips as he moves closer. The warm tip of his tongue flicks against her private flesh. Kennedy’s body quivers at his touch. Her body moves to a rhythm of its own with each pass of his tongue. Her fingers reach out to twist and turn through the sheets. More moans split her lips.

Alan’s mouth muscle touches her over and over again. She spreads her legs even more as he lifts his head to drink her in. Every time they go into the past to talk about his relationship with his mother, Kennedy seems to change. Usually their after sessions—or the occasional before session—is filled with just simple mindless sex. Their goal is to just get off, release a little stress. But when his mother is involved, the doctor becomes someone else. She becomes a sex crazed nymph that just doesn’t seem to be able to get enough. The man has no problem with it. So long as he can go at it, he will. And with Kennedy, he can keep it up all night if he has to.

His hands run down her thighs, under the curve of her knees and slowly down over the delicate curves of her calves. He caresses her ankles. His hands move over and up her luscious long legs. He bends his head down again and extends his tongue once more. He touches her as his digits linger over her thighs. Her moans are now more like mewls like a cat being petted in all the right places. Her body twists and moves like a wild animal trying to get all those places touched and rubbed. The pleasure flows through her like it only does when she is so aroused by his tales.

Kennedy cries out his name. This is the only time she will do it. It is as if once she reaches this point of ecstasy she no longer has full control of her words, thoughts or movements. His name and those words she normally wouldn’t use just tumble from her lips. It is what Alan likes to hear. He only wishes she wouldn’t need this push to get her to say them. But it is what it is. He buries his head. His mouth muscle parts her folds and sinks down into the flesh of her petals. She gasps when he slips from between her cunt lips as her fingers clinch at the sheet even tighter. She releases her grasp and brings them to her chest. They slide up and over the swells of her breasts, touching her nipples teasingly. Her head turns to the side.

As the woman draws her legs up slightly bent, Alan takes advantage of the full access he is given. His hands flutter over her thighs again. His tongue teases her. He brings more sounds and his name from her lips once again. As the pleasure coils in the pit of her belly, the pleasure braids in the pit of his balls. He wants to end this and just shove it in. But Alan isn’t that type of man. He aims to bring just as much pleasure to a woman as she does him. His mother taught him that. And soon Kennedy is shivering with anticipation of each and every touch and caress she is given. The waves of pleasure runs through every inch of her body with the feeling tightening slowly before heated waves leave her. Alan drinks her flowing juices, savoring them as she whimpers softly. The pleasure courses through her as her body gives into the release that passes through it. The coil seems to have snapped deep within her, bringing her exceptional pleasure. Her breathing quickens. Her cries become softer. Her words are barely coherent.