Page 21 of Psycho Therapist

The same feeling that drove me to find her is in every beat of my heart every second of every day now. And not a day or hour goes by when I don’t remind her.

EXTENDED EPILOGUE

LORI

The rumble of thunder and strobing lightning wakes me with a start but the bedside lamp’s on which makes me curl a little smile. Our room snaps into focus as I dismiss the memories of helicopters and flashing police lights. I thought those memories would fade over time but sometimes, about this time of year, I get them often.

The kids are at my parents for the weekend and I pat the empty space in our bed behind me. Proving he’s not there. The thunder booms again, making me jump. The windows rattle and I can hear the first heavy drops of what I know is gonna be a downpour. I shiver and clutch my T-shirt to my stiffening chest. My heart’s starting to race and I can feel a familiar sensation that only weathers like this and this time of year brings.

A dull grunt from outside, followed by a moan makes me gasp and then purr. Sinking back into the pillows, I listen harder. Wondering how long it’ll be. Kicking myself for never remembering.

There’s a brilliant flash at the window that makes me snap my head left, lighting up the pepper tree which I can see as if it was in full sunlight but only for a second. The unmistakable figure of a huge man under it, violently pleasuring himself as he grunts again sees me moan softly to myself. My fingers sliding between my legs. My need for him stronger than ever.

Fuck I love it when he does this… We should have anniversaries more often…

It’s a slow, rhythmic dance. The hulking, half-naked man outside grunting and growling like a wild animal as I find myself two fingers deep to the third knuckle by the time I can’t take another minute without feeling him inside me. But I know how Lee likes it. I know he likes to relish every second, somehow managing to contain himself until I play my part.

I slide out from under the covers, switching off the lamp and drawing the curtains back. The groaning increases and as my eyes adjust, I can see him. My man on the shadows, working his glistening erection as our eyes lock. I hear the latch on the window snapping as I open it with my free hand. One knee bent as I lift a leg onto my dresser stool and let my head fall back. Finger fucking myself with the same vigor the man outside is pleasuring himself.

The wispy lace of the curtains teases my stiff chest and I know I'm close. I can even hear his groan over the next roll of thunder. A strained sound that makes me look out into the darkness again. The familiar jolt of thrilling disappointment against my ribs because he's not there anymore.

There’s the sound of a window pane cracking, or is it the thunder again?

Heavy steps and even heavier breathing see me freeze to the spot. Already feeling my eyes rolling back as I wait for him. I can smell the rain mixed with his own essence. The scent of a man who could well be all animal if it wasn't for his delicate touch. Firm fingers trace a line down my back, making my whole insides quiver. The thickness of his digits joining mine before he runs the flat of his palm over my slit until I feel my knees tremble.

He growls low in my ear, nibbling at it as I feel the intense heat of his full erection pressing into me from behind.

“Happy anniversary, Darling…” he rasps, letting me feel the chill of something around my throat. Something cold and heavy. Something I can look at later…

“Lee-” I gasp, whining his name and drawing a low and very satisfied sound from him as his huge foot pushes my legs further apart. The swollen stiff heat of his cock filling me in a single moment that makes me cry out, leaning forward onto the dresser. His huge hands gripping my hips as he squeezes them, my own juices already flowing freely down the inside of my legs as I shudder.

His voluminous climax erupting inside me, joining my own as he gives me the first of many for tonight.

“Lee-”

“Lori-!”

My man from the shadows comes back every year, and he always ends it just like both of us wanted to. Claiming me again and again so neither of us can forget. Not just remembering that magical night, but making sure he reminds me I’m his. Spoiling me more than ever if that's even possible.

And yeah, it’s the real reason I ‘forget’ our anniversary.

Every damned time.

The End.