I waited for Patrick to be asleep and then went to the bathroom.

My fingers shook as I texted the number marked as Doc D on my phone: “Can’t sleep. Thinking too much.” I took a deep breath and then filled a glass with cold water from the faucet before taking a long swig. All night my thoughts had been of my therapist. His first name was Kevin, but to me he was Doc D — and an obsession. The first time I’d kissed him, he’d gone all pink and angry-looking. But when I’d tried to apologize, he grabbed my shoulders and kissed me again, his whole demeanor drenched in a shameless kind of need.

The first time I’d sucked his cock was after I’d told him about the lack of interest I had in sex with my husband.

The first time he’d eaten my pussy, I’d just finished explaining how I felt resentful, bored and trapped in my marriage.

The first time we’d fucked, I’d just finished telling him about a burned dinner and a big fight, and when I came, I cried and laughed at the same time.

Our once-a-week sessions had turned to three-a-week hookups. Though I still got my therapy, I also got fucked — good and thoroughly. It was everything I needed, emotionally and physically.

I almost cried out when the phone vibrated in my hand, letting me know I’d gotten a response. I looked down to read the text: “Come see me.” My heart leapt.

I wanted to have the urge to say no, and yet I couldn’t find a single flicker of desire to decline him. I simply rattled off an “on my way” and then quietly got dressed. My pussy pulsed in time with my rapidly beating heart.

The guilt and the danger somehow sweetened the sex for me. Every orgasm was like the sun exploding. Every flick of his finger on my clit made me writhe madly. The feel of his mouth on me caused my brain to shut down, and when I came, the whole world was bathed in beautiful light.

I hurried down the steps — avoiding the creaky one — and found my keys and purse. I wasn’t worried about Patrick noticing my absence. He slept like the dead. And if he did wake up, he’d simply assume I’d sought refuge on the sofa. Sometimes he snored, and that night we’d had a fight, which means he’d make up his own reasons for why I wasn’t there next to him.

It was completely unnecessary and yet delicious to pop the Jeep into neutral and let it roll down the incline of the driveway before starting the engine.

I felt like I was in a movie — a movie where the heroine finds the man who ignites all her inner passions, gets fucked the way she deserves and falls head over heels in love.

Only I was pretty sure I wasn’t in love. I was in full-blown lust. And now that I’d had a taste of incredible, illicit sex, I’d be hard pressed to let it go.

The trip to Doc D’s house was short, but every minute felt like a year. When I pulled into his driveway, I caught the silhouette of him standing in the upstairs window. Watching. Waiting for me.

A thrill ran through me, and I cut the engine and hurried up the walk. The door was unlocked. I secured it behind me and hurried up the steps.

I ran right into him. It was like hitting a brick wall — a brick wall that grabbed me tight and kissed me. His hand snaked up my back, his palm ultimately settling on the nape of my neck. He cradled me like I was his possession. And I was.

“He sucked my clit, drawing on it over and over again until he stole my breath.”

He pushed my leggings down before I could even draw a breath. His knees hit the carpet, and he shoved me flat against the hallway wall. He drew his hands up my inner thighs, inhaled the scent of me, and then began placing kisses along my inner thighs and over my mound. I tilted my hips forward, begging him without words to lick me, but the kisses turned to bites — small sharp nips that sparked against my tender skin like bursts of fire. I shivered and tugged his hair.

Doc D took pity on me and delivered one hard, swift lick. Breath rushed out of me, and I leaned my upper body heavily against the wall.

“Hurry,” I said. I didn’t know why. There was no need to hurry, but I wanted that orgasm so bad nothing else mattered.

“Hush,” he mumbled, before slipping his tongue along my wet folds. Then he began tracing concentrated circles around and over my throbbing clit. His hands crept up beneath my oversized tee, and he cupped my heaving breasts. His tongue settled in a swirling motion that made me lightheaded and restless. I was so close to coming my thighs were shaking uncontrollably.

He pinched my nipples roughly, and I cried out, thrusting my hips forward and causing my pussy to bump his sharp teeth. He chuckled, and then the hands that cradled my breasts fell away. He held my hip with one hand, and the other slipped between my thighs. He sucked my clit, drawing on it over and over again until he stole my breath. Then he drove two thick fingers into my cunt, thrusting and curling them repeatedly until my pleasure became an urgent, demanding thing. I crested the wave of bliss, and then fell crashing down as bliss hit me full force. My cunt milked his fingers, wetness rushing from me like a river.

“There’s my girl,” he said, drawing me down to the hallway floor with him. We’d fucked just about everywhere in his small home, but this was new.

He yanked off his pajama pants, and his cock — hard, thick and long — sprang free. I moaned and moved down his body, flicking my tongue over his jutting hipbones. I ran my teeth along his abs and watched those muscles flicker and jump from the sensation.

“Suck my dick,” he hissed, grabbing a handful of my short hair and moving my mouth until it hovered right above his cock. He was a quiet, reserved man in session, so hearing him be gruff and crude never failed to turn me on. I inhaled his cock greedily, sliding my mouth down his smooth, warm shaft until my lips hit the roughness of his pubic hair. I inhaled his scent and felt my pussy flood with even more wetness.

He snarled, seeming more animal than man. In response, I whimpered, moving my mouth as quickly as I could, hearing my own quick inhalations and gasps for air. I squirmed on the floor, my pussy fluttering with leftover echoes of my orgasm. I wanted him inside me so badly I could barely think.

I moved so that I knelt between his splayed legs, driving my mouth down his erection like a demon. Then I used my tongue to swirl and lap at the head before slipping lower to lick his balls. When I drew my rigid tongue along his length and then sucked hard on the tip, he grabbed my head in his big hands, covering my ears, and tugged me up   his body.

The world was muffled until he let go of me. The dim light and the muted sound aided the illusion that we were in our own bubble of time and space. That this reality was nothing more than the two of us.

He pushed me onto my hands and knees and knocked my legs apart. His fingers drove back into my cunt, and my body clutched him greedily. I yelped when I felt his teeth on my right ass cheek. The startling wasp sting could only mean he’d bitten me. When he repeated the action on the left cheek, I let out a helpless, happy sigh.

“Every stroke pushed me closer to climax. My body was primed for orgasm.”

His tongue grazed my asscrack, and then he was dropping hot kisses along my lower back as he fucked me wildly with his fingers. He wanted another orgasm from me quickly before we fucked; I could tell. That meant he was very close to losing control, and that knowledge sent a shiver up my spine and a hot curl of pleasure swirling through my center.

Doc D’s fingers delved into me over and over, nudging my G-spot. He zeroed in on the perfect place to touch me, as if he had a secret map to my body that I didn’t even possess. He nipped me erratically and repeatedly — small sharp bites that kept me on edge and off guard because predicting them was just about impossible.

“Come for me. I want to feel your cunt grip my fingers. I want to hear that sound you make… ”

I moaned at the words. The filthy talk. The way he played me like a well-loved instrument.

“Yes,” I whispered as his fingers nudged me again and again. “God, fuck, yes… ” And then I lost track of my words because I was coming, every spasm hitting me like a bolt of lightning.

Doc D grunted and flipped me onto my back. He spread my legs and came down between them. His cock pressed against the cleft of my sex. He liked a lot of things, but he especially liked to come while we were face-to-face. He liked to fuck me and watch my expression as he climaxed.

I pulled my legs up high to open my body to him. His handsome features were locked in intense concentration as he drove his shaft into me. His arms quivered as he held his body above mine. His trim hips pistoned as he fucked me. Every stroke pushed me closer to yet another climax. My body was plump and wet and primed for orgasm.

He let his full bodyweight press me down and shoved his big hands beneath my ass to angle me and hold me just right. I gasped, moving my hips upward as much as I was capable. Every thrust drove his pubic bone against my clit. His cock brushed my most tender places, and the bang and thump of his body against my button were just what I needed. I held his shoulders, pressed my lips to his ear and felt the crushing burn of trying to draw in air with his full weight settled on me.

“Yes,” I said. “There.”

And it was there: The feel of his hands squeezing my ass just a hair too hard, his dick sliding within my slick, swollen channel, and his breath hot on my shoulder. The knowledge that it was the middle of the night, and we had met just to fuck, just for the thrill and the pleasure of it all.

“Come with me,” he grunted. He stared down at me, his dark eyes even more intense in the gloom. “Come… ”

And then he was coming and so was I, my body matching him tremble for tremble.

I caught my breath, and he moved off me.

“Go home now. Go to bed.” He helped me up and kissed me once. “I’ll see you tomorrow for your appointment.”

 “Yes, Doctor D,” I said and hurried back out into the night.