Chapter 5

Golden rays of sunlight slip effortlessly between the gaps in the curtain to give the room a faded yellow glow. With his eyes barely open, Alan lightly grazes his fingertips up her arm until the light groan indicated that she too is awake. “Good morning,” he says pulling her in closer to him. “How did you sleep?”

“I always sleep better after one of our sessions,” she replies.

A sly grin playfully crosses his lips before he places them delicately against her skin. Doctor Kennedy Francis has been his therapist for several years now. Their sessions didn’t always start or end up this way—that didn’t happen until after nearly the first six months. She knew the man had one hell of a sex drive, but it wasn’t until she found out what he was packing did she break ethics and begin a new form of therapy. With light, teasing kisses he moves along her bare shoulders before burying his face in her neck. “Good dreams?” he asks before nibbling her earlobe.

Kennedy gives a content sigh and her hand moves back to run through his hair as he kisses her neck once more. Her skin almost seems to glow in the early morning light. These sessions were sometimes better with talk before the sex and sometimes with the talk afterward. Sex is always a great way to relieve the undo stress brought up with the talks. This session didn’t start with talking, it started with dinner.

Alan moves his hand slowly down her arm and intertwines their fingers, lifting them up so he can kiss her palm. The feel of the warmth of her body pressed up against his is intoxicating and soon he is lost entirely. He could see himself with a woman like Kennedy as a wife, but she is not what he is looking for. It wouldn’t be fair to marry someone like her to not ever truly love her. That doesn’t matter right now. What matters is his want, his need. It becomes obvious when she giggles as she lets go of his hand to grab his hip. Pushing her own hips back hard against the man’s she starts to slowly grind as he wraps an arm around her waist. With her free hand she grasps his forearm and squeezes hard. They both know he can lift her with one arm, doing so many times in the past, yet Alan instead contains that power to focus entirely on her and her needs.

His hand moves slightly as he adjusts his forearm so that his fingertips glide down to the spot between her legs. A finger gradually circles around her clit as a soft, low moan escapes her lips. His other hand reluctantly moves from hers, the motivation for this separation being of where it is going. Those fingertips trace delicately along the outline of her breasts, lazy patterns being drawn as they go. His hand slowly moves around to cup and caress first one and then the other, all while he places soft kisses along her shoulders.

Carefully adjusting his position, Alan moves his hand up to place a digit under her chin, turning her head slightly as he leans around so that their lips finally meet. The kiss starts slow and soft, but as the seconds tick away it becomes more passionate. There is a hunger and a need that drives them both. She turns fully around with his hand at the base of her back. Gripping her tightly, the man rolls onto his back and takes her with. Her legs spread to straddle him as her hands move through his hair. One grips it as if to stop him from
moving away. Alan groans with delight as he feels her thighs grip him tighter. Whether she knows it or not, her hips have started to move slightly and it is almost more than he can take. Alan grasps her hair and pulls back just enough to break the kiss and bury his face in her neck. The scent of her flesh drives him wild and ensures a deeply animalistic growl that rumbles up and out from deep within him.

Her hands press against his broad chest and as he lightly bites her neck, her fingers flex slightly. Her nails dig in just enough to register the sensation. Alan pulls away and looks deep into her eyes. The desire is seen so easily there, as is certainly his. She arches her back in an almost feline way before her hands slide down to his hips as she sits up. A hand moves and lightly grips him to elicit a sudden inhale from the man. She stays like this for a moment, staring intently into his eyes. Yes, I could see myself with a woman like this for the rest of my life. But he cannot commit to that. His eyes and heart are set on one other, a prize that cannot be taken. Or can it? He did after all break done her guard. If he did it once, he can do it again.

But he is taken away from these thoughts by the sensation of Kennedy’s thighs tightly gripping his. The softness of her flesh is an invite to a series of actions that he knows all too well and enjoys. Her eyes never break contact with his. She lets go of his member. Leaning forward, she grips his shoulders tightly and then she brings her hips forward. The feeling of her wet snatch as it slides teasingly up and down his aching length makes the man groan both in delight and frustration. It is an exquisite sensation tinged with deep frustration. As she moves her hips slowly, Alan feels his muscles loosening and his tension evaporating. He becomes so lost that he doesn’t even notice her raise her hips slightly, let alone the hand the guides him inside her.

Kennedy has had several years to get used to his size. She can easily take his length and girth without hesitation. He runs his hands up her thighs to her hips and holds her there as she slowly lowers herself down. She closes her eyes and bites her lips as her breathing becomes deeper. Yes, she can take him effortlessly, but that doesn’t mean the intensity isn’t there. The therapist starts to rise back up before sliding back down, repeating the movement, yet each time she takes a little more.

Alan runs his hands gently up and down her thighs, squeezing occasionally, feeling the soft skin under his digits. When she finally comes to rest at the base of his cock, she slowly exhales and he takes her arms and pulls her down for a kiss. This time it is much gentler then it had been before. It’s not because the hunger has died down or gone away—far from it. It is because it has evolved. As they kiss she begins to carefully grind her hips back and forth. Alan’s hands hold her against him, one at the base of her back and the other happily lost in her hair as they continue to kiss. In this moment she is all that exists as far as Alan is concerned. Even though he is paying for her services and expertise, sex isn’t part of the treatment, it’s a bonus. And because of this fact, her feeling, her comfort, her pleasure is all he thinks about.

Kennedy’s pace starts to increase and soon their lips part as she places her hands on his chest again—bracing herself as she starts to rise up before coming down to grind her hips forward. She throws her head back as the man savors every sound she makes. Each movement of her head causes her hair to twist and bounce. Alan cannot help but lay in awe as he drinks in the sight of her.

Time passes like it is nothing. And indeed it isn’t. The business will run itself with him there. He is the boss so he can take all the time in the world if he wants. Besides he has no interest in the passage of time right now.