Kokuro awoke with a start, shocked to find herself alone in the bed. Tentatively she stood up and began to search for Touta Matsuda, her unlikely bedmate. The smell of coffee and cinnamon drew her to the kitchen where she found him setting a freshly baked pan of cinnamon rolls on the counter that he had just taken from the oven. She smiled at him when he glanced at her, immediately remembering she was wearing nothing but one of his white t-shirts when a pink blush crept across his cheeks.
"It looks good on you," Touta complimented, turning his back to her to fill a cup with coffee for her. "Thank you for staying with me last night. It was really unnecessary though."
"Well, I just wanted to be sure you were safe. I also thought it would be nearly impossible to find a cab since we were not the only drunks that needed to be tended to," she said, giving him a wry smile when he turned toward her.
Kokuro studied his face when he handed the coffee to her. As much as he blushed, she would think it was a permanent part of his complexion. Their fingers touched and they both blushed; his only grew darker. She took a seat on one of the bar stools at the counter. She felt like a customer at a bar or maybe a bakery as she watched him busy himself in the kitchen with pouring the white icing over the still hot rolls.
"Do you take anything in your coffee?" he asked, rummaging in the refrigerator.
"Just a little milk or cream. Either one is fine," she answered, drooling from the incredible smell of cinnamon filling her nose from the yummy looking cinnamon rolls.
"Do you want one?" he inquired when he caught her staring at the delectable doughy goodness.
"Oh, please," she almost begged.
One of her weaknesses was baked sweet treats of any kind especially when they were still warm. She had once devoured a whole apple pie before it reached the family table for dessert. Her mother had been so angry. She smiled with the memory while gratefully accepting the luscious treat he handed her with white icing rolling down its sides. Moaning loudly when she bit into the soft fluffy roll, she unintentionally caught him off guard and watched as he splashed milk across the counter as well as in her coffee.
"Oh, I'm sorry," she mumbled around the mouthful of cinnamon roll. "It's just so good."
"I can tell," he muttered, wiping up the milk with a paper towel.
Kokuro giggled to see his face turn even darker. She was dumbfounded when he reached across the counter to brush his thumb across her bottom lip before sticking it in his mouth. Her eyes remained on his face, staring at him until he grew uncomfortable with her direct scrutiny.
"Icing," he explained, watching her tongue dart out over her lower lip. He wanted to kiss her so very much in that moment just like when he woke up and found her enveloped in his arms with her face nestled against his neck. Kissing her now would be so tantalizing because she would taste sweet from the sugar coating on her lips.
Kokuro kept her eyes on him as he came around the counter with a determined expression in his dark brown eyes. Emitting a shrill squeak of astonishment but offering no physical objection as he pressed his lips against hers, she gripped the seat beneath her to keep from falling off. Why would she object? She had fantasized about him kissing her dozens of times. She held her breath as his tongue licked over her bottom lip then her top lip to literally taste her. Her lips parted with a sigh and his tongue eagerly entered her mouth. She was sure her brain exploded or melted or suffered some kind of irreparable damage as he kissed her more tenderly with more raw, sincere emotion than she had ever experienced in her life from a man. Her hands moved to his neck, her fingers moving into the short hair at the nape of his neck. She felt him pull away suddenly and her bleary eyes could not focus on his face which she was sure was beet red with a stunned expression.
"Oh, oh, my god! Dr. Tsukino, I-I'm s-so s-sorry," he stammered horribly in his mortification.
"Call me Kokuro, Touta," she said, bringing his mouth back to hers. She sighed noisily in exasperation when he pulled back before she could capture his lips.
"B-but d-doctor!" he protested loudly, half-heartedly trying to free himself from her grip as she held onto his shoulders firmly.
"Touta, you're fired. You're no longer my patient," she announced, taking on a stern voice of authority. Her eyes met his, holding them steadfastly to show him she was rather serious in her declaration.
"But why?" he asked, tears forming in the corners of his eyes.
"Because I can't do this with a patient," she answered, pulling his mouth back down to hers.
Touta stepped closer to her, sliding his arms around her shoulders while her hands pressed to his cheeks to hold his lips to hers. He would not try to escape her again for any reason at the moment. A muffled grunt of surprise was lost between them when her legs wrapped around his waist. With the knowledge that he was no longer her patient, he gave into the emotions he had been developing for her. He pulled her close, kissing her with a renewed fervor that made her heart beat faster as he pressed her chest against his.
"Are you sure you want to do this?" he asked her when her hands went to the buttons on his shirt.
"Yes, I'm sure," Kokuro responded, more sure of this than any decision she had made in quite a while. He had come far enough in his recovery that it would not be devastating for him to find a new psychologist. She was also tired of fighting the emotions she harbored for him. She should not be forced to feel guilty or lecherous for caring about someone. Tired of being the one who was always logical and sets her feelings aside, for once she was willing to take a chance. However it turned out, she was willing to gamble her emotions on him.
"Kokuro," Touta moaned, kissing her as she pushed his shirt off and slid her hands over his bare chest. It was ironic that despite having a drawer full of white t-shirts, he was not wearing one now. All the better for him – and her.
Kokuro was amazed by how smooth and soft his skin felt over the taut muscles beneath. He was not a muscle bound meat-head but she liked that about him. Her lips pressed against his neck, drawing a groan from his lips that sent shivers of arousal down her spine. She had never wanted a man in her life but she desired him more greatly than she could have fathomed in her wildest fantasies about him. This thought caught her unawares and she halted her movements to pull back and look into his handsome face. The innocent openness he usually retained had been replaced by a lusty expression which gave him a virility that she could not ignore.
"What? What is it?" he asked, somewhat concerned as she gaped at him. Was she having second thoughts? Had she come to her senses and realized this was not a good idea after all? Just as his misgivings were about to solidify in his mind, she astonished him by pulling the t-shirt over her head to reveal her body to him. Unable to speak, he reached out to touch her breasts while lowering his mouth back down to hers.
Kokuro sighed with pleasure, pressing her breasts into his soft, gentle hands. Her hands flattened against his belly as he kissed her delicately while he caressed her breasts until the nipples were hard, aching little peaks that poked his palms. She was reluctant for his lips to leave hers but glad when they pressed a trail of light, teasing kisses down her neck and chest that led to one of her highly stimulated nipples. Enveloping his neck with her arms, she held him closely as he tentatively poked out his tongue to lick over the piece of overstimulated flesh. She jumped and squealed from the contact of his warm, wet tongue with her hypersensitive nipple.
Touta chuckled from her strangely adverse yet intriguing reaction. He licked over it again to be rewarded with a lustful moan that enlightened him that it did indeed feel good to her. After doing it one more time to bring another exclamation of pleasure from her, he latched on to the rigid flesh to suck lightly.
"Oh, Touta," she groaned in his ear, sliding her fingers through his silky hair. Burying her face into his soft mane, she did not mind that it tickled her nose. She liked the fresh clean smell of him that indicated he had gotten up and taken a shower while she was still snoozing.
Emboldened by her obvious signs of enjoyment from his ministrations, Touta raised her up from the bar stool. Moving his hands underneath her buttocks to get a firm grip on her, he lifted her up. When she encircled his body with her arms and legs, he proceeded to move down the hall to his bedroom.
Kokuro was surprised with the man's strength, assuming a lot of it was adrenaline driven from his sexual excitement. Whatever it was, she did not care and kissed him as he toted her to his bed. The prospect of making love to him had only been a fantasy for them both but was quickly becoming a reality as he lay her on the bed they had slept in together last night. Goose bumps raised over her whole body as his fingers skimmed down her sides, hooking over the top of her panties. She lifted her behind, keeping her hands on his shoulders as he slid her panties down her legs. A giggle escaped her her when he shot them somewhere across the room after pulling on them like a rubber band.
"Would you get down here so I can kiss you?" she laughed, pulling him down on top of her by using the waistband of his pants.
Touta lay down on top of her, kissing her senseless one more time since she was being so demanding about it. He inhaled sharply when he felt her fingers slide over his waistband to unbutton then unzip his pants. Raising his hips off of her as he kissed her, he assisted her with removing the last barrier between them without ever removing his lips from hers.
"Now that's talent," she giggled, pressing her hands against his chest while he hovered over her.
"You haven't seen anything yet," he murmured, positioning himself between her legs.
"Mmmm, I like the new, confident you," she returned, crying out with pleasure when he pushed into her body. She held onto him as he gradually impaled her in an unhurried, teasing manner. In their present intimate state he was so different from the shy, unsure man she knew. It was a complete turn on. She raised her hips into him, wanting more of him as he continued his painstakingly slow entrance to her body.
"Kokuro," Touta whispered, lowering his mouth to her neck as he began to move himself inside of her. He licked and nibbled her elegant neck, making her call his name over and over as he both teased her and pleased her simultaneously.
'Oh, my god! This guy must be the best kept secret in Japan,' she thought to herself as he ravaged her body with pure bliss. If she had known it would be like this she probably would have given into temptation much sooner which would not have been good for either of them.
Kokuro arched her back, burying her head in the pillow as he sped up his movements which rushed the pleasure through her body at a faster rate. She bit her lower lip, moaning enthusiastically as she approached a climax. She was not ready to be overwhelmed yet but she was powerless to stop it as he thrust into her and pushed her over the edge into the abyss of unadulterated blissful sensation. Her body thrashed from side to side beneath his, goading him on until he reached an orgasm that made him cry out her name.
"Oh, Touta," she murmured, pulling his lips down to hers for a sweet kiss to make the warm afterglow of sex even more meaningful. "Damn, you're the sweetest thing."
"No pun intended right?" he joked to remind her the whole thing began with the icing incident.
"Nope, definitely not intended. You're wonderful," she complimented, kissing him again.
"So does this mean we're free to have a relationship? You did fire me as your patient and since you're no longer my psychologist, I thought –"
Kokuro cut him off with another, more passionate kiss to relay her feelings without words.
"I'll take that as a yes," he mumbled against her lips as she held onto him by the ears.
"You should. Would you like to make love to me again?"
"Oh, yes."