“Do it, let go!” I hear myself say as I try to maintain control, but suddenly it is too much. She shudders and wails, unleashing a torrent of passion as she climaxes, too much for me to hold back. I come with her, explosions reverberating through my muscles as we join together, riding the same crest of bliss.
Her kisses are sweet and breathless, gradually slowing. I could taste her forever. This sweetness in my mouth is something that satisfies me deeply, something I did not know how hungry I was to taste until this very moment.
Kissing her shoulder, I inhale the musk between her neck and jaw, drinking in a flood of pheromones, drunk on her bliss.
“You’re amazing,” I sigh.
Slowly she pulls away, sitting up straighter and brushing her hair back from her forehead with the heels of her hands. She smiles at me sheepishly and rolls her eyes, suddenly shy again.
“I have an amazing teacher,” she says quietly.
“I’m glad you think so,” I smile, though I wonder why the word teacher doesn’t quite sit well with me.
Of course I am her teacher. I am her doctor. This lesson was well received, but that’s all it is.
“Would you care to… have dinner? Something like that?” I ask, aware of how strange that all sounds.
She smiles vaguely and glances around the room, and I can see that slowly she is coming back to reality, withdrawing from the experience we just enjoyed together.
“Maybe another time,” she sighs. “I need to… I don’t know. Clean up? Work probably. My mind is a little fuzzy right now.”
“Oh, certainly,” I answer, finding my professionalism again.
She weighs practically nothing, so I simply lift her off of me and dress myself again, glad that our encounter had been so sudden that we didn’t have time to completely undress. It makes for a less awkward exit.
“Well, you know where to find me,” I say. “I’ll just show myself out.”
“Oh, okay,” she smiles.
Leaving the room, I feel sort of strange, as though I am walking out of one movie and into a totally different movie. It’s somewhat jarring.
“Oh, Dr. Warner?” she calls after me, following me to the front door.
Her eyes are bright, her smile sweet and sincere. For a moment, I think she’s going to kiss me goodbye or something. Probably not a good idea.
“Joanna?”
“Oh, well I was just… I was wondering? Would you come with me to the gallery opening?”
“The gallery opening?” I repeat. “I thought you were concerned about gossip? What do you think people will say about us?”
She shrugs playfully. “Well, I’ll be leaving the next morning, so maybe I won’t care?”
I just smile back, repeating the words to myself. Leaving the next morning.
“So, would you? It’s a chance to get dressed up.”
“Well, how can I say no to that?” I smile, opening the door behind me. “And please wear the turquoise dress. It matches your eyes.”
She blinks, startled, before caging her expression in caution again.
“All right, Doctor,” she purrs. “Whatever you say.”
Chapter 14
Joe
There are barely enough hours in the day.