It had been weeks since Denys and I shared the evening at the hotel in the city. Denys was gentle, calming, and comforting, an appropriate temperament for a therapist. I felt as though I could surrender all my anxiety and fears to him, but now I also craved him in a primal way.
I felt oddly grateful when escalating issues with a supplier at work had me returning to Denys's area for several days. Sharing this with him, I was surprised that he suggested I come directly to his house. When I asked if that felt too personal, he joked "no, fucking a patient in my office feels too personal."
After my first nine-hour day auditing, I returned to my hotel, showered, changed, and looked up the address Denys had given me. I learned that he didn't drink, despite having met at the bar last time, but he suggested bringing something for myself. As the miles ticked away on the drive, I remembered his hands on my body, the taste of his lips, and the feeling of him slipping inside me.
I parked on the street and glanced at the house number then back at my phone to confirm, before grabbing my things out of the passenger seat and climbing the few stairs to his door. Despite having been invited, and nearly all our virtual sessions having been hosted from inside this house, it felt different. I knocked and waited.
"Hey, you made it, come on in." Denys smiled as he opened the door and stepped back with a wave.
"I did. I brought a bottle of chardonnay for myself; you said you didn't mind?" stepping through the threshold and scanning around the room.
"Not at all. I hope I still have a corkscrew somewhere, we'll figure it out." He closed the door and turned back to me. "Coat rack is behind you."
I set my bag on an upholstered bench and slipped off my heavy coat, hanging it on a free hook. I recognized some items as I looked around and spotted the computer across the room. A fluffy brown cat was curled up on the chair in front of the desk, her too I recognized. I felt familiar, safe, and with Denys just inches away, aroused.
Denys picked up the bottle in its brown paper sleeve, "Well, ah, why don't you get comfortable while I get you a glass of this and we can start with whatever this is going to be?" he smirked and backed toward a bright doorway that led toward the kitchen.
"Whatever this is going to be, huh?" I returned an equivalent smile.
I watched Denys disappear into another room and made my way to a dark blue couch. Looking around at the things I recognized and those I did not, I learned more about him. I noted that the lighting was warm and low, much like his office and as I'd seen on video. I wondered if he always kept it this way. I noticed a bass guitar sat on a stand near a wall and an open fly-tying kit on a dining table with scattered hooks, feathers, and spools of what looked like colorful twine. I realized his fingers must be quite skilled.
"This is definitely more than five ounces but I'm sure that's not a problem." Denys laughed, returning to hand me a stemless glass.
"Of course not. I'm surprised you even have wine glasses?"
"You know, I actually just like the way the round stemless stuff looks."
I sunk back into the couch, enjoying the wine's smooth buttery finish. I looked at Denys over the rim as I sipped and shivered as my eyes wandered his body and I imagined him getting hard.
Denys sat in an oversized chair perpendicular to the couch, sipped from a large black insulated cup, and looked at me. "So this is obviously unconventional. To be honest, and I'm sure you think I'm lying, but I've never done anything like this before. I don't really know where the boundaries lie or if there's even anything left of them."
"I don't know." I stared into my glass nervously and felt the alcohol warm me. "It's complicated."
"How do I make you feel? I mean, how does all this make you feel? Because you're still making progress in our regular sessions."
"I think so. Work is better, I feel less anxious overall, but..." I shuffled in my seat, anticipating his scent and touch. I didn't expect a session as much as I expected laying him across his own bed and licking, sucking...
"But what?" He set the cup down on the coffee table and leaned forward toward me.
The wine had already taken the edge off, "...but I spend a lot of my free time thinking about you and your cock and the things I want to do with it."
Denys's mouth opened slightly, and he took a deep breath. "You know, it's different to hear you say it than it is to read it in a message." He glanced down, aware of the growing object in his pants and the attention I had already given it.
My face flushed and I swallowed hard. A rush of tingles ran down my spine as I fidgeted my fingers around the cool glass cradled in my palms.
"I hate the idea that this is bad for you in any way. I think I enjoy this as much as you, but I do think..." Denys sat back in the chair, and I watched his hand adjust the position of the stiff shape down his right leg trying to delay the inevitable.
It was all I could handle. I sat my glass on the coffee table and stood; Denys paused and looked at me. I stepped in front of his chair and absorbed the whole situation. He sat with a half-smile in his usual t-shirt and flannel, leather watch, and hair tied back. I stood in snug jeans, long sleeves pushed halfway up my forearms, and hair falling over my right shoulder.
I sighed and climbed up onto his lab, one knee on either side of his legs, and reached one hand around the back of his head, gripping the knot of his ponytail, while my other hand wrapped around his shoulder. I kissed him deeply and slowly, inhaling him and parting my lips to involve our tongues. He reciprocated my intensity, placing his hands on my ass as I pressed my hips into his, feeling his hard cock demanding that this situation escalate.
Denys gently lifted me away from his lips "Let me take you to the bedroom."
I crawled backward off him, running a hand over the bulge in his jeans as I did, and biting my lip as I flashed my eyes toward his. Denys climbed up out of the chair and took a step to the side, turning and extending a hand toward me.
Feeling the slickness between my legs escape my underwear and make its way into the fabric of my jeans, I placed my hand in his and he turned toward a hall, leading me away. "Careful." he whispered as we climbed the stairs to the second floor.
I followed him into his bedroom and was immediately overwhelmed by the romantic ferocity of a kiss. After letting go of my hand he turned toward me, wrapped both arms around my body, and forced his mouth onto mine. We shuffled toward the bed as my hands sought the fly of his jeans and he ran his up underneath the back of my shirt.
I gripped him tightly through his pants as he popped the hooks on my bra apart and with one swift motion, grasped a handful of fabric, pulled my shirt and bra off over my head, and tossed them on the floor. Placing his hands just above my hips he pivoted me to the bed and pushed me onto my back. He lifted my legs by my thighs and thrust his weight into the side of the bed to slide me back across the blanket, roughly centering me on the mattress.
Denys crawled up and over me kissing my bare torso until he reached my neck where he raised his lips to my ear and whispered, "Let me take care of you."
I melted further into the bed with his words soaking into my brain and let the scent on his blankets consume me.
Denys unbuttoned, unzipped, and pulled my jeans down, stopping halfway along my thighs to discover I'd soaked through my panties. He kissed his way around my hips, picking up the edge of my thong with his teeth and letting it snap back onto my skin. He then looped two fingers into either side of the waistband and pulled them all the way off with the rest of my jeans.
Separating my legs by my ankles, Denys positioned himself between my legs and looked at me hungrily from below the horizon of my pelvis, like a hunting cat. He crawled forward and reached his left hand up toward my chest, tucking his fingers around the curve of my ribcage and simultaneously using his tongue to part the crease of my pussy lips and unveil my clit.
