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James’s mouth was devouring hers, his tongue teasing and tasting, thrusting and stroking, until her eyes crossed and her knees turned to jelly. Her hands reached up and tangled in the thin silk of his dress shirt. She needed him inside of her. Just a little while where she wouldn’t have to think.
Her hands slid down his arms to cup his ass as she pressed firmly against him. James moaned low in his throat, his hands pulling her even closer into the shelter of his body. She loved this feeling, the hardness of his cock, the feeling of his hands, the surprising softness of his skin everywhere else. Breaking away from his kiss, her fingers scrambled frantically at the buttons of his shirt.
But he stilled her, his hands finding hers, his thumb stroking the urgency from her fingers. He guided her slowly backward toward her bedroom. This was different than all the other experience she had before. It was just sex with a gentleman dedicated to her pleasure.
But as he lowered her to the bed, she knew better. This was everything she’d run from for years, everything she’d hidden from in the arms of friends and strangers alike. She knew she should protest, that she should push him away. But she simply didn’t have the energy to do so. Or the heart. For once, she wanted to let this gigolo make love to her.
James stretched out beside her, elbow bent, head resting on his upturned palm as he studied her. Those eyes had gone completely black, an intense heat burning deep inside of them. His desire was palpable and a shiver of excitement skittered up her spine. She licked her lips, and even she didn’t know if she did it to be provocative or because it was suddenly necessary.
His voice was soft, seductive. A silken whisper stroking along her skin. A velvet caress igniting every nerve ending in her body. It was a whisper, as confusion and excitement surged through her with every breath. His face was serious, focused exclusively on her. His body was hard, completely unyielding against the softness of her own. But it was his eyes, so full of hunger and desire and need for her and her alone that made her pulse quicken and her inner thighs grow wet.
He reached out, cupped her breast in his strong hands. Let his thumb run in light, seductive circles over the already aroused nipple. She arched against his hand, increasing the pressure, and she could have sworn she heard electricity crackle around them. That one simple touch seared through her, through veins and muscles and organs until she began to fear spontaneous combustion.
She moaned low in her throat and reached for James, pulling him over her, onto her, wanting to feel every inch of his body pressed against every inch of hers. The male escort stared at her out of eyes burning with need, studied her, watched her, waited for her.
Cupping his face in her hands, she looked deep into his eyes. She arched her back, spread her legs, tugged at him until his cock was pressed against her. She saw the moment he slipped the restraints he’d placed on himself, saw lust, raw and needy, explode within him at her words. Grasping the front of her dress in his strong hands, he shredded it from neckline to hem with one downward tug. She gasped as the cool air hit her hot body, arching her back, and he took one of her ripe, raspberry colored nipples in his mouth.
She screamed then, her hips moving restlessly against his, the muscles of her secret garden contracting again and again. She wanted more, needed more, but he held her there, pinned by his weight and suckled while her body caught fire. Each swipe of his tongue made her moan, each graze of his teeth took her higher and higher until she could think of nothing but him, desire nothing but his hot possession.
She was wet and slick, her thighs drenched and her clit aching for his touch. He ground his cock against her, once, twice, and she came, her body going off like a firecracker. He reached a hand to her other breast and squeezed the nipple tightly. The painful pleasure took her higher and she convulsed again, her orgasm going on and on. And still he wasn’t done tormenting her, tasting her, driving her completely mad.
His hands tugged at her hair until her mouth met his for one long, passion-drenched kiss. And then he was moving, his lips grazing across her cheek, stopping momentarily to blow on the sensitive spot behind her ear. He turned her onto her back, and stripped the ruined dress from her. Roughly. Deliberately. Then he leaned forward and bit the nape of her neck. And lit her up all over again.
She cried out, unable to stop the sound or the sobs of desire that then wracked her body, one after another. She arched against him, helped him settle more firmly between her thighs. He rewarded her with a sharp nibble along her spine while his hand crept around to her clit and began to stroke her firmly.
Every muscle in her body stretched tight and she rode his hand, too far gone to care that she was begging him with every movement she made, every sound she uttered. “Fuck me,” she demanded, burying her face in the sheets to stop herself from screaming. “Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me.” She didn’t care how desperate she sounded. She was desperate. He was going to kill her if he kept this up.
The male escort rolled her over, worked his way down her spine one teasing lick at a time. Without warning, his teeth sank into her ass, nipping her before his tongue soothed away the sting. Straddling her, he grabbed a wrist in each hand, spread eagling her before she knew what was happening, holding her in place while he explored every inch of her back.
He followed the line around until he found her, hotter and wetter than she’d ever been. He pulled her onto her knees and slid his hand under her to get better access to the slick, hidden folds, his fingers running back and forth against her slit over and over again. Dipping inside just enough to make her crazy, rubbing her inner lips just hard enough to have her gasping for breath and pressing back against him.
His tongue, his wicked, wonderful tongue darted out, caressing her inner folds again and again. She spread her legs wider, seeking something more, something deeper. With a groan, he clutched her ass and spread her legs as wide as possible, thrusting his tongue deep inside her.
She came instantly, screaming and bucking wildly against his mouth. He held her in place, his iron grip unbreakable as he continued to lick and suck her through the first climax and into a second before he relented.
Settling next to him with a low, satisfied moan, she was focused inward as aftershocks of incredible ecstasy continued to rack her body. Sweat gleamed on her brow as she sucked air into her oxygen deprived lungs and her hips moved restlessly against the bedspread, searching for James.
Her hand found his erection and she pumped gently as she ran her thumb back and forth over the tip. She leaned forward and took him in her mouth, savoring his low groan as much as the feel of him against her lips, in her mouth.
His hands fisted in her hair, anchoring her in place as she slid her tongue up and down the length of him. She glanced up and found him watching her, his hot eyes following her every movement as she slid her lips up and down his cock. She swirled her tongue around him before pausing, deliberately, to flick at the drop of moisture he couldn’t hold back.
She tried not to react as he ran a finger lightly down her cheek, treating her as if she was fragile, as if he feared breaking her.
Determined to beat back this rising tenderness for him, She took his entire cock in her mouth and encouraged the involuntary thrusting of his hips against her. Reaching beneath him, she grabbed his ass and held him to her as her teeth lightly scraped the underside of his cock.
He nearly shot off the bed, and she relished her ability to turn this strong man on. To turn him inside out and make him forget everything but how much he wanted her. Needed her.
But those were dangerous thoughts, so when he sat up abruptly and flipped her onto her back, she didn’t fight him.
Instead she looked into his passion glazed eyes and licked her lips, savoring the sweet and salty taste of him on her tongue. Sweat was trickling down his forehead and over his chest as he fought for control of his raging body. She loved knowing that she had pushed him right to the limits of his self-control.
She followed his directions, her eyes both wary and excited as he began arousing her all over again. His lips were everywhere at once her face, her breasts, the back of her knees, her shoulders, her ankles. Every place he touched caught fire and soon she was thrashing against him, as desperate for him as he seemed to be for her.
James reached a finger between her thighs, tested her readiness. Her eyes met his, clung, and she knew he saw the beginnings of trust there. Taking a deep breath, she tried to relax, to ignore the sudden nervous flutterings in her tummy. She was out of her element, out of control. Uncomfortable doing something she’d never done before with this man who was pushing for everything.
Taking a deep breath she reached for him, running a hand over the short, tight curls on his scalp. Her eyes met his and clung. As if he sensed her sudden uneasiness, he stopped for a moment and lightly kissed her cheek and the corner of her mouth.
James leaned down, blew against her clit and She jolted, her hips coming completely off the bed. He grinned, watching as she undulated against the sheets, desperate for release. Then he closed his mouth over her clit, sucking until she was at fever pitch. Her hands grasped the sheet greedily, her legs moved restlessly against him.
She’d never felt anything this intense before, never imagined that pleasure could be like this. Insidious, never-ending, taking her higher with every breath she drew. Orgasm beckoned, the ecstasy so intense that nothing else mattered. She couldn’t think, couldn’t worry, couldn’t control herself at all and she didn’t care. All that mattered was the pleasure, and the gentleman giving it to her with every move he made.
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