Immersion Therapy

"Ummphh!"

My teeth dig into my bottom lip in an attempt to muffle my groans; I shouldn't be surprised that she sees it less as a cue to follow my lead in discretion and more as a challenge. Her eyes narrow, and though her plump lips are stretched around me, her cheeks pull into a devilish, dick-filled grin. Her tongue expertly snakes out of the seal of her lips, its firm point drawing up my frenulum before swirling over my engorged tip. With the hazel sparkle of her eyes locked onto mine, she takes my length into her mouth, down my shaft already slick with her affection, stopping right as I feel the back of her throat.

I know what's about to happen, but I'm never prepared for it.

She swallows. Her tonsils expand and contract around my throbbing head, sending a shudder down my cock and up my spine. She swallows again, her gullet kissing my tip, eliciting an airy moan. Her throat clenches around me again and again, taking me deeper, one slobbering millimeter at a time. With one hand about to rip the armrest from my chair, I move the other to the hastily-bound bun atop her head only to be slapped away. Olivia pulls off of me with a gasp and a smirk, gossamer strands of her drool draping from her lips.

"Nuh-uh-uh, Dr. Parker," the lilt of her voice is playfully exaggerated, "this is my session, remember? I'm supposed to be-how did you put it?" Her features twist into a faux-thoughtful expression, her eyes pretending to search the corners of her memory. She completes the look by tapping my swollen member against her lips.

"Take control," I manage to gasp out. Her face brightens, and she rewards me by dragging the flat of her tongue from my balls to my tip. All I can do is offer another breathy groan.

"That's right. I need to take control." She starts planting affection kisses all over my crown. "And you're such a good doctor, I don't think you'd want to derail the progress we've made, right?" I vigorously shake my head, eager to feel her warmth. Olivia's voice drops into a familiar, husky octave. "Good. Because I haven't sucked your dick since breakfast, and well... what's coffee without cream?" She doesn't give me a moment to appreciate her wit before her lips have enveloped me again and she's diving down my length, clenching her gullet around my tip once more.

Mercifully, she's just as eager as I am, and I feel myself slide further until her nose is pressed against my pelvis and that masterful tongue is swiping at my balls. She pulls back until just her lips are caressing my head then plunges back down-there's a momentary, wet squelch accompanied by a soft gagging sound as she forces me all the way down her throat. I feel the heat of her breathing against my torso before she's slurping her way back up and diving back down, shoving my entire length into her.

It only takes another of these strokes for her to find a rhythm, and one more after that before my hips are pumping to meet her hungry lips. Her brows draw together in a look of intense focus until she hears my breaths coming ragged. That's when her eyes excitedly shoot up to meet mine, and she sits back on her heels. One hand twists and pumps my girth-slick and shiny with her work-the other massages my balls. Our eyes never leave one another as my body tenses and my dick erupts onto her tongue.

"Fuuuuuck..." The words come from me like the hiss of steam being softly released-my office is relatively soundproofed, but that's no reason to take an unnecessary risk. I realize the irony, given I'm getting a blowjob from my patient whom I've been sleeping with for the past two weeks, but that fact is the furthest thing from my mind as I watch my hot, sticky seed coat her tongue and fill her mouth. After she's squeezed out every drop of me, she swallows with a satisfied smack of the lips then gives me a curious tilt of the head.

"Did Richard bring in fruit again?"

"Huh?" My mind is still awash in a post-orgasmic haze; it takes a moment to discern she's talking about our intern. "Oh! Uh, yeah. He really loves that farmers market." At this point, Liv has already climbed into my lap, straddling me and cradling my face in her hands. She kisses me with the same fervent urgency as our very first kiss and every kiss since. I'm still fresh on her lips as her tongue swirls and dances with mine; as ever, tasting myself on her is more than enough to keep me aroused, even after the toe-curling orgasm she's given me.

"Good," she coos as her tongue slips from my kiss. "I need my man tip top." I melt. Partly from the sensation of her slick, uncovered heat, grinding against the underside of my dick, but also from her words and the weight they carry. Her man, I repeat to myself, almost chanting. I'm her man. My body reacts to her as it always has-hips rocking in time with her undulations, fingers digging into the plump flesh of her ass to press her harder into me. And she's mine.

"Speaking of tip..." I groan softly up at her as I tilt my hips down then roll them upwards, ensuring the flared ridge of my cock bumps against her clit. She gasps, her fingers tensing on my shoulders. The next time I tilt, she bears down to increase the pressure, a sultry moan spilling from her lips. She reaches a hand down between us to slot me in position, but I grab her by the wrist and drape her arms around my neck. Her brief look of surprise quickly turns to a grin when she realizes what I want. Her arms tighten bringing her chest to mine, her lips to my ear. Her pussy-sopping with want-glides along my hard length, and she sighs another moan.

"Gods, Miles..." her breath is just as ragged as mine. "How is it-haaah!" My head nudges her clit again. "Feeling this," another grind of wet against hard, "is almost-almost-as good as feeling you in my pussy." Pulling her mouth to mine, we trade soft moans as our hips work into a damp frenzy. Her teeth find purchase on my bottom lip and give it a tug before letting it snap back. "Seriously. I've had boyfriends that liked it, but never loved it as much as I have... as much as you do."

In the literal blink of an eye, there's a look. It's the first time either of us has used the "labels" since this all started. Sure, we've used "my man/woman," "lovers," "the doctor schtupping his patient," and other such peripheral terms of endearment. But even in our 40s, there's something about the terms "boyfriend and girlfriend" that feel more definitive than the rest. Before either of us has a chance to overthink it, I recenter our focus with a sharp flex of my hips.

"Do you want the Miles answer?" Our rhythm synchs and speeds up. "Or the Dr. Parker answer?" Foreheads pressed together, we roll, and grind, and slide, and gyrate, and drip, and throb towards that blissful apex.

"What would Dr. Parker say?" She pants at me, gasping softly every time I brush a particular spot.

"Something about-Nnngh!" She abrades the sensitive span along the side of my shaft. "... Sex being more than just penetration." The warmth of my core is close to igniting.

"And how about," a distinct blush rises to her already-flushed cheeks. "My boyfriend?" She looks so fucking sexy when she bites her lip. "What would he say?"

"That I need to feel your pussy. Always." She gasps when I give a sharp thrust. "And all ways." My entire body thrums on the edge, and Liv is showing all the signs that she's right there along with me. Her nails bite, and her body tenses then shudders in climax. I pull her face into the crook of my neck, holding her against me as orgasm quakes through her. Her pleasured moans reverberate through my frame, triggering my own orgasm. The moment my breath hitches, muscle memory kicks in: Still in the last throes of climax, Olivia raises her hips, and I angle myself so that with one swift motion I slide straight into her tight, wet heat right before I burst.

Rooted deep in her pussy, my cock swells, and I release. My hips jerk with another pump of cum, and she clenches on me in response. My attention is pulled from the white-hot heat of our center as her nails graze my scalp and our lips mash desperately against each other. Our bodies writhe in unison, eking out as much pleasure from the moment as we can. With the last waves of orgasm ebbing, we hear an excited buzzing nearby.

Bzzzzzzt. Bzz-Bzz. Bzzzzzzt. Bzz-Bzz.

My phone pulls us back to a reality in which an entire life exists beyond the confines of my office and the privacy of our respective homes. We both realize we'll be in one another's arms in just a few hours, but years of pent up attraction, thinly-veiled flirtation, and consequent arousal have made us absolutely ravenous for one another. And while we've only just defined this next phase of our relationship, it's clear that we intend to draw out the honeymoon as long as we can manage. There's also the whole "ethical boundary" thing, but one hurdle at a time, right?

Bzzzzzzt. Bzz-Bzz. Bzzzzzzt. Bzz-Bzz.

We share a few more breathless kisses and giggle knowing what the other is about to say until we manage to blurt it out at the same time.

"... And that's our time for today."