It had been two weeks. Two weeks since Will and I had admitted our love for one another and I was officially not his patient anymore. It was two weeks of Dinner dates, movies, hand holding and of courseā¦..therapy. Even though we agreed that I would not be his patient anymore he made the condition to try out dating if and only if I went to treatment with a colleague of his. Dr. Annabeth Chase was a very good sex therapist that really knew how to put me in a good mental state. Someone I would have loved to be seeing if Will had never came into my life. Giving me exercises to do with Will at home, of course he had heard of all these exercises. We had even done a few in the past. Though she does help me in a way that maybe Will couldn't, she isn't personally invested the way Will was. I still hadn't told Reyna. I've been lying and telling her I was somewhere else. As for my father, he flew in to have dinner with us. After a long embarrassing threat of the consequences of breaking my heart or taking advantage of me he made nice and we got on with dinner. Then at the end my father was so impressed with Wills work and how far I had come in his care he told him that he would be honored if he would except a Grant check to get his work out in the field. Money for trips and conferences, not to mention my father offering to get his book published at a small publishing company that he has on the side.
With the excuse of my father being in town I was staying at Wills place the last few nights. Being in a relationship was so different, but exactly the same. We would do the things Dr. Chase would task and then our own fun. Working mostly on breaching me with fingers and toys. After the fiasco the last time we attempted, we have kind of just strayed away from that. Well I should say that he has shied away, I have been trying to tempt him. Of course, he derails me with his tongue and his mouth and his fingersā¦..fuck his fingers gods! I never thought that I would get this far. That I would crave him inside me. When I wasn't with him I was practicing. Only a few times I triggered myself, mainly with my own fingers. I would use the Dildo he made for me from his own cast the rest of the time, knowing that it was him, his shape, made all the difference.
My father joined us for an art gallery since he was still in town, he stayed to make certain arrangements. Afterwards we walked home to his place with a slight buzz, the champagne was wonderful. Lifting me on his back he ran us upstairs. Before we made it to the door I was all over him. Leaving clothes like a breadcrumb trail to find out way back. Hopefully there was no going back. Falling naked into his bed, we rolled around revisiting the already memorized topography. Will kisses like its our last kiss, every kiss. Desperate and overwhelming with emotion. The feeling of his body on top of me was no longer triggering, in fact it had become addicting. I was starved for intimacy, I was greedy in my need for physical touch from Will. The noises he could pull out of me with just the swipe of his tongue was embarrassing in the best way. Pushing him into a sitting position I straddled his lap.
"Will I love you so much." I said against his mouth as his hands slid over my body, sliding freely no longer needing to be warned where they were going.
"I love you too Nico." He moved his mouth to my neck gnawing and sucking at my flesh.
"W-will! Oh, gods Will, I'm ready. Take me please! I need you please." If felt him still and look up at me.
"Are you sure? We can stop."
"Don't stop, please."
Reaching for the lube he drizzled some on his fingers and pressed them into me like so many nights before, finding that spot that made my hips jolt and my breath catch. I bared down hard on his hand riding his fingers, telling him when to add another. I found that I really loved the feeling of the stretch. Well found out is the wrong thing to say, more like rediscovered. The burn of it was triggering in the good way, telling me I was about to feel really fucking good. Sweat poured off my body as he crooked his fingers.
"Will, please I'm ready! Just fuck me already!"
At that he stopped and lubed his length. I tried to position myself high, so I could get on him easier, but he stopped me.
"I'm not going to fuck you Nico, if you want this to happen then its making love. You deserve nothing less." My breath shuddered at his sincerity. Nodding I kissed him sweetly and moved my hand to grab and position him. I felt his head press against my entrance, giving him the ok he started to push in a little. Damn he was so much warmer than the dildo and had much more give. It hurt a bit as I slid down, I could feel a mix of trigger and lust run up my spine. Breathing through the pain I bottomed out. My breath was harsh as I pressed my forehead against him.
"Are you ok? Color?"
"Green with a little yellow mixed in, its ok just give me a minute ok?"
"What do you need?"
"Kiss me, distract me."
Lips met mine in a slow dance between us. I felt his hands grow tighter on thighs as he began to shake. My heart rate went down a bit and I began to try to move. It was easier now, moving with me we built a very slow rhythm. The burn began to ebb, shifting his hips I felt him graze my prostate and I moaned into his mouth.
"Fuck Nico, you feel so good baby."
"You do too, I can't believe I waited so long. You can go faster now."
Picking up his pace I started to meet his thrusts. Fuck this was so good, I felt his hand wrap around me and the sound just rose from my throat. I couldn't help it, it was just too much to stay silent. Sure, I had made noise before, but now mw had me practically screaming. I was chanting his name loudly as dug my fingernails into his shoulders. I couldn't take it anymore, it was so overwhelming, and I couldn't hold back anymore. Spilling myself all over his body I could feel every fiber of my being set on fire on the most intense orgasm of my life. The edges of my sight went blurry as I latched my teeth onto his neck. Biting down hard on the flesh between his neck and shoulder I felt this swell of emotion flow between us as he shook inside me and climaxed. Grabbing my hair on either side of my head he brought me to his face giving me tender sweet kisses. Kisses on my eyes and cheeks, down my chin. I started to notice they were wet, I had tears running down my face, then I noticed it wasn't just my tears. Will was crying too, just as effected. Litanies of I love you's passed between us in whispers. Felt him soften and slip out of me. Rolling to our sides we caught our breath and brought our tears to a minimal flow.
"Are you ok?" he said in a shaky voice.
"Yeah, I'm ok. Just really happy, like happier than I've ever been ever."
"I'm not that good baby." He laughed.
"I would counter that argument, but no that's not why. I never thought I would be here. Postcoital that is. I never thought I would be able to do that, ever. Now look at me. You did this, you healed me."
"You healed yourself, I just showed you how." He kissed my forehead.
"I really love you ya know, this isn't just some infatuation. It's not just because of the sex and the physical stuff. I think you are the smartest and sweetest man I've ever met. I think you are quirky and funny, my favorite thing is when we eat on the couch and talk."
"I love you so much Nico, and I feel the exact same way. Well I really like hearing your stories about Reyna, and the ones about your family. You have a way with words. I love that you are slightly morbid, I feel like it balances us out a bit. I love when your gender changes, you are the most handsome man and most beautiful classy woman all wrapped into one. I'm so lucky you came into my office." Pushing my hair behind my ear he nuzzled my cheek.
"I love you."
"I love you, always."
