Doctor Satyromaniac

"The Fall"

After lying in the room for a solid hour with his eyes closed, they were finally beginning to adjust to the darkness that the room possessed when they opened.

What he encountered was something that he had been obsessed with the moment he saw. Beautiful, luscious, sandy-brown locks greeted him as he looked down at the angel lying on his bare chest.

His arms were wrapped securely around the owner of that hair's small waist, being sure that her naked body remained molded against his. He had grown used to waking up to the angel lying on his chest like this. He could not help but feel a sense of pride course through his blood, staring at her exhausted form on him as she lay asleep.

He had been slightly guilty of her worn out state from his earlier ministrations on her body. As sick as it may have sounded, he was proud of it. He had already taken her three times today, yet his body still was not fully satisfied of her, especially knowing that the naked woman was enmeshed in his arms, in his bed.

The thought of her in his bed always aroused him more than it probably should have, so it was no surprise when he felt his cock rising under the covers. There had been countless of women in his arms before, but none of them had ever had the same effect on him like she does.

She stirred in her sleep and a slight moan escaped her mouth that sent blood rushing down south.

It was always like this with her and there had still been no explanation for it. After the many therapy sessions that they had together over the past months, this was still not resolved. It was almost scary how she had this effect on him. He had a love-hate relationship with it for the same reasons. He hated how easy it was for him to lose control of himself with her, yet he loved it.

That was nothing to worry about though. Not at a time like this, because there was a problem under the blanket that needed to be taken care of as soon as possible if he wanted to get some sleep in.

Mentally groaning, his hand slid down his body slowly, avoiding the angel lying on his chest, and grasped his aching cock. He concluded that there was no point in waking her when it was something that could be handled by his hand. Though he knew it would be better with her help. She was tired, so he decided to let her rest for a bit at least.

His hand began to stroke up and down the shaft slowly as a mental image of Elise straddling his waist, while riding his dick invaded his mind.

He tightened his hand around himself, thinking about how tight she always is around him. After a few slow strokes, they became faster as the seconds passed, thinking about her driving herself into oblivion on top of him. Watching her get off had always turned him on more than getting pleasure himself.

He could almost feel her petite body on top of his; riding him faster and harder as her tight core milked his dick. Her moans would be so loud as his name dripped from her lips like honey...

The muscles in his lower abdomen began to coil and his hand tightened around his cock and stroked even faster, keeping his mouth shut tightly so he didn't make a sound to wake the woman. He was so close.

A soft hand touched his and his stroking immediately came to a halt.

Fuck.

He was caught.

"Aiden..." That damn euphonious voice...

Not being able to resist the urge, his hand moved to grab a hold of her smaller one, making her wrap her own soft hand around him.

A gasp tumbled from his lips when her soft fingers enraptured his dick tightly the way he liked it.

He immediately concluded that he had no doubts about his upcoming orgasm quickly. Her fingers alone were sending waves of electricity throughout his entire body like they always had. They were making him feel a fire throughout his body as they always had. How could he ever let this go?