I don’t remember when her dress came off completely or when I was in nothing more than my black boxer briefs, but there we were, side to side, eagerly pressed against one another, our underwear the last barrier between us. My hand caressed her from the small roundness of her breasts down to the small bumps of her ribcage and to the jut of her hipbone. Every stroke of my fingertips made her quiver with need, and I knew just the thing to ease it. Without a warning, my hand skimmed across the top of her little blue panties before diving in. Her sex bucked up in response to my fingers, and I grunted at how warm, wet, and inviting she was for me. I worked her nub first and caught her flighty moans with my mouth. My mind may have been lost in desire, but I was still concerned about being overheard.

Yet it wasn’t even about me being caught anymore. It was about someone interrupting my time with Fiona, interrupting our heated bodies that synced in movement and desire for one another, especially now when she was like a puddle in my arms. I decided somewhere in the gritty corners of my mind that no one could see her like this. I was enthralled by her and wanted her all to myself. With those sudden possessive thoughts fueling me on, I pushed my finger inside her, and she gasped harder. She was so incredibly tight around only one finger, I was concerned about how well she would take the hard-on that dared to slip out of my briefs at any second.

Then as I pushed upwards, I hit something fleshy and it sobered me right up. Fiona was a virgin. She was waiting for the right person to give herself to. My movements slowed as my brain continued to process the information, my kisses becoming softer. This girl was so good, almost too good for this world—and for me, but I knew if I stopped now she would be frustrated and hurt. I desired to be the right person for her, and I knew she felt the same since she asked me to make love to her. It made more sense as to why she had asked. She was giving me the chance to prove I was the right person for her. That I could be what she needed.

I vowed to make her first time her best time. I wanted her to feel maximum pleasure, to make her feel my raw admiration for her. I moved my finger gently inside her as she melted against me, her leg curled up over my hip and rolling slightly. I slid another finger in, widening her, giving her what her body asked of me. She gasped again, along with a breathy moan and another roll of her hips, indicating she enjoyed it. I moved my fingers slowly back and forth, my mouth attacking hers because I couldn’t get enough of her kisses or her moans.

My body shuddered at the feel of her hand traveling down my chest towards my trail of light brown hair that disappeared into my briefs. I opened my mouth to tell her to wait, but she’d already found her way around my swollen member. Her fingertips brushed shyly along it over my briefs as if she was studying the shape of it before she surprised me with a sudden squeeze. My length twitched in her hand, and the next thing I knew, her hand dipped into my briefs, the skin of her fingers on the skin of my shaft. She squeezed experimentally around it, and my hips rocked in response.

We continued exploring each other’s sexes and figuring out what felt good and what was too much. Once I deemed her wet and teased enough, I pulled away to peel her panties off, kissing up her right leg as I admired her shaved sex spread for me. I sat up and discarded my underwear, watching her reaction to my naked body. Her look alone caused my member to twitch in anticipation, her lidded eyes wild with need. I settled myself between her legs and stroked back the damp hairs that clung to the sides of her face.

“Fiona…” I wanted to assure her it was going to be okay. That it might hurt at first, but once I started moving, it would build to pleasure.

“It’s okay, I know,” she said before I got a word out. She knew me too well.

I smiled lovingly at her, the tip of my length pressed at her opening. With one long kiss, I pushed myself inside. Her back immediately arched off the couch, and her sobs were smothered into my lips. I waited until her body grew accustomed to me being inside her before I moved again, sheathing my length a little further. She whimpered when I did so, and I stroked her hair, my hips frozen in place. I kissed her neck and collarbone while her hands rubbed circles in my hair, assuring me she was okay. I kissed her breasts next, reminding her of the pleasure there, and when she moved beneath me, my shaft was engulfed completely. She moaned when she felt me move and started to rock her hips in earnest. Such an impatient one, I thought.

I sucked her pink nipple and slowly met the roll of her hips. Our bodies adjusted and were in tune with one another. My eyes never left hers, needing to see her reaction to every single one of my movements. She looked so beautiful. So beautifully wrecked and undone. I picked up the pace up as I moved back up for a few more wet and hungry kisses and then buried my head in her neck. She accepted my faster pace readily and clawed at my neck. Her moans died along my shoulder as she bit down on my flesh to stifle them. The bite had me wanting nothing more than to make her sob my name over and over.

I placed my hands behind her knees, angling her in a way to drive deeper inside her. Her breaths quickened against my skin, and I knew I had found the spot to make her see stars. I held her by the supple flesh of her thighs and whispered in her ear, “Fiona, it’s okay to let go. Come for me and let go.”

She whimpered, and I felt her tighten around me. Suddenly, I was on the edge of my own release. A few more thrusts, and we climbed and fell together, the euphoric feeling taking both of us over.

“J-Josh…” My name fell off her lips at the height of her ecstasy, a ‘Fiona’ erupting from mine at the same time. As I spilled myself inside of her, the smell of jasmine and roses and the way she breathed my name overrode everything else happening around us.

I kissed her neck and whispered sweet words in her ear as we lay there, still intertwined with one another. She sighed and kissed the sweat off my shoulder, her legs slackening around me. I rolled off to the side, slipping out of her to pull her close against me. I tried to ignore my sweaty skin peeling off the leather as my lips brushed along her damp forehead. When she nuzzled up and under my chin, I couldn’t help but think how perfectly she fit in my arms. How right it felt.

“That was…amazing. I never knew I could feel so close to another human being like that,” she confessed somewhere between my chest hairs and pecs.

I smiled and was on the verge of saying something along the lines of ‘well, when you’re a psychiatrist, it’s your job to get close to others so they trust you’ when the word ‘psychiatrist’ echoed in my mind and kept me quiet. I was supposed to be gaining her trust to help her, not take advantage of her…

The guilt washed over me quicker than the afterglow did, and it hit me square in the gut. In all my haste to get us to my office and strip our clothes off, I hadn’t bothered using protection. The weight in the pit of my stomach built as my mind wrapped around the fact that not only had I deflowered my patient without a condom but also broke doctor/patient confidentiality between us.

“Josh, is something wrong?” she asked. She must have felt my sudden change of mood as well. I couldn’t tell her, though, not now. Not when she basked in her first afterglow in my arms, feeling safe being sweaty, naked, and pressed alongside me.

My pants on the ground vibrated to life, cutting off my chance to reply. She rolled off me, knowing what the noise indicated, and I got up to get my phone out of my pants, peeling my skin off the couch in the process. I recognized the number as one of the many emergency room lines and cleared my throat.

“Dr. Sullivan speaking,” I said, my voice somewhat hoarse. It was another case needing a psychiatric admission review. No emergency, just a regular visitor who had bipolar disorder and showed up to admit herself. Mrs. Richardson. I knew her well enough to know she was most likely trying to escape her husband and kids for the weekend. Since she was one of my established patients, I couldn’t pawn her off to a resident. I told the nurse I would be down momentarily and hung up.

I’d forgotten I was on a call that night. Another detail of my work that slipped due to Fiona. I bent down to pick up my underwear, suddenly very aware I was still naked and had somewhere to be in a short amount of time.

“I have a case down in the emergency room. I’m on call tonight, and she’s one of my regulars,” I explained with a clipped voice. My lost professionalism had found its way back up my vocal cords. She didn’t say anything behind me, and I wondered if she’d fallen asleep. I finally turned around to face her once my lab coat was on.

She wasn’t asleep. She was watching me, her discarded dress held tightly against her body as her guard fell into place. Again, her beauty took my breath away. Her hair clung stubbornly to her face, her cheeks bright pink and her lips swollen from our lovemaking. My professional mask fell immediately. She looked at me with fresh-dew eyes, and I stepped over to her and placed my hand gently on her cheek.

“Are you regretting this?” she asked as she nuzzled into my hand, melting my heart, and I forgot my place and where I was.

“No, not at all, Fiona. I just…feel terrible for breaking our contract as doctor and patient. I don’t want you to feel like I took advantage of you,” I admitted, and the weight wasn’t as unbearable in my core.

“Josh, I have never once felt like you have taken advantage of me. Not once. And I still don’t, even after our love making. At least that’s what I’m calling it,” she responded and kissed the palm of my hand. A warmth spread through my fingers from the touch of her lips.

“Me too. I can definitely dub that the only time I ever felt…love.” The word struggled to come out, and I closed my eyes, knowing I had to go. “I have to go,” I said out loud and leaned over, replacing my hand with my lips and kissed her cheek. “I’ll walk you to the common room, you should get dinner before it’s too late.”

She nodded, her eyelashes batting at me softly. “Okay.” She stood up on shaking legs to dress herself and whipped her hair up into a ponytail with a hair tie she had around her wrist. She peeked at herself in the reflection of the TV and whirled back around.

“Do I look at least somewhat like I didn’t just have the best sex of my life?” she asked, and I had to smirk.

“No, but we can just chalk it up to you having a crying episode if anyone asks.”

I opened the door and led her back down the hallway where no one even noticed us as they ate around the TV. A movie was on, and the nurses and orderlies were glued to it as much as the patients. I turned to her, wanting to say something, anything to make sure she knew how much she meant to me.

“Guess I’ll see you tomorrow, but don’t think for a second I’m gonna go easy on you in Halo because of tonight,” she whispered and skipped off and into the line for her dinner.

“Bring it, cutie,” I said before I stepped out of our own little world and back into the hustle and bustle of reality.