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"Argh, fuck, that feels good. You feel so good." She wished for not the first time that night that all she could hear was the wet slap of his thighs against her ass as he slid into her, and not his constant babbling. She was propped up on her double bed, her head facing the headboard as he pummelled into her from behind. She squeezed her walls around his cock, knowing every time she did it it reduced his vocal chords to a string of guttural moans. Moans, she could deal with, anything else annoyed the hell out of her, at least from him. His hands were on her waist, like they always were, and he pulled her body back onto his dick, making her tight walls meet him halfway with every thrust. She had to give it to him; he knew how to make her legs weak and her arms shaky until she could no longer support herself, and only the force of his arms holding her would keep her body upright for his onslaught.
"Leighhhh. Fuck." She'd fucked him enough times to know that he only used her name when he was about to come. She was close herself, and she let out a small yelp when she felt his thumb, still smooth from his young age, reach round her side and swipe at her swollen clit. He'd already made her come twice that evening but she knew he could sometimes push for the third. It's what she paid him for anyway. Her blonde hair dripped down the sides of her face and she could barely see, so she shut her eyes, waiting for her orgasm to build. Fingers scraped down her back and she knew it was too late as she heard the strangled cries of the man behind her. She sighed slightly even as his body continued to pound into her erratically with his last thrusts and resigned herself to the fact that she'd have to finish herself off if she wanted to. She was no stranger to pleasuring herself, she saw Joshua only once a week, and in between work and her coffees with friends, there was a lot of spare time to snake her hand down into her panties and play.
She felt him pull out of her and heard the sounds of him tying a knot in the condom. His weight shifted off the bed and the sound of the toilet filled the room as he flushed the offending object out of sight and out of mind. She watched his toned and muscular chest as he walked towards her, and she slumped onto her back, her breathing still heavy. He dropped to his knees near her legs on the bed and trailed a path of wet kisses up her thighs and around her navel.
"Did you come?" His tongue was gently thrusting inside her belly button with his thumbs painting delicate patterns on the sides of her hips. His lips moved lower down her abdomen and she grasped his hair in her hand and gave him the only response she knew.
"I came. I'm good." She smiled down at him, hoping he would get the hint and cease his movements. His cheek rested on the skin just above her mons and he smiled up at her.
"You look really beautiful when you come." She laughed mirthfully at the irony of it all and she almost felt bad as she noticed the bewildered expression on his face.
"You didn't even see my face." They were treading into dangerous territory and she was ready to pull herself into a sitting position if it wouldn't force his head directly onto her glistening lips.
"Well maybe next time I could?" Her legs bent at the knee and she pushed his shoulders up and away from her body with her feet.
"You know the rules."
"I know... No sex facing each other. I got it. And no pillow talk." He sounded like a moody teenager and for a brief moment she felt like a mother scolding her son and shivered. "You wanna go again? I think I'm ready." Ah, young men and their fast refractory periods. She shook her head no and he got up off the bed entirely, reaching down for his boxers. She watched him dress from her vantage point on the bed and admired the way his young muscles flexed as he bent over to grab his dark jeans, one toned leg stepping into them at a time. His chest was spectacular, dotted with sparse golden chest hair and rippled with abs as hard as rocks. And his arms had muscles and veins that would make any gym goer green with envy. His face was cute, still holding some of his baby fat, but she could tell he had a good bone structure. His light blue eyes matched her own but seemed lighter due to the shock of almost white hair on top of his head. His lips were a little on the thinner side, but she soon got over that when she realised just how quickly they could bring her to orgasm.
She sat up on the edge of the bed, now confident he wouldn't make any more advances and watched him pull his white t-shirt over his stomach. Walking past him towards the bathroom, she felt his gaze on her naked ass, and only smirked, imagining just how hard he'll be tenting his jeans after she'd cleaned up. She returned wearing a robe, sans bra, but she'd found a pair of comfortable panties in a drawer under the sink and she stifled her laugh at the bulge in his trousers as he bent down on one knee to tie his shoe lace.
He stood up tall and cleared his throat. "You know what that ass does to me." She scowled slightly and brushed past him towards the front door of his apartment and he followed close behind, mesmerised by the way the light bounced off her satin robe. "Right... no pillow talk." She opened the front door and stepped out of the way nonchalantly, as if he hadn't just fucked her brains out five minutes ago.
"I'll see you next Wednesday, Joshua."
"Josh." He almost frowned but he knew better than to talk back to a client, so tried to keep his tone light. She smiled at him and shook her head slightly; he was so naive. She didn't know his exact age, only that he was in his early twenties. Joshua was his real name, and he'd accidentally blurted it out on their first meeting instead of the one his agency assigned for him. He'd laughed about it at the time and scratched his head nervously, but if it weren't for how well he performed cunnilingus she would have given him a lecture about going back to school and sent him on his way.
"Joshua." He sucked in a breath and just nodded, walking out the door and he flinched slightly as he heard it click shut behind him. It was just the game that they played, sex with no strings attached, but sometimes she could be so damn cold it made him dread his Wednesday evenings. That, coupled with the fact that he knew he was falling head over and heels in love with her made his head spin all the way over to the bus stop opposite her apartment. He couldn't stop thinking about the way her ass felt underneath his hands as he parted her cheeks to push into her, the way her legs would wrap around his neck as he placed his head between her thighs, the way her body swayed towards him as she'd open the door to him early on a Wednesday evening. He was so busy thinking about her pert nipples as he fucked her with his tongue, he never saw his bus arrive a minute early and hit him square in the face.
//
She sipped at her wine as her friend stared at her with disbelief from the other side of the table.
"What, you're not even going to visit him? Not even once? The boy's in hospital for crying out loud!"
"I know!" She shouted, and took a surreptitious look around at the diners around her before lowering her voice. "I'm sorry it happened and I wish him a full recovery soon, but... that's it." Her friend laughed, eyes still wide with shock and they both took another sip of their wine.
"But... you have sex." She whispered the last word hoping their conversation hadn't been caught by another customer and giggled slightly.
"Yes, Archie, we have sex. But that's all it is. What we do is professional, not personal. I've asked the agency to pass on my good wishes, meanwhile they'll send me a new toy to play with whilst Joshua's bones heal." She picked up her fork and placed some salad leaves in her mouth, chewing whilst Archie digested this information rather than her French onion soup. If she was honest, she didn't really want Joshua to come back after he recovered. She wasn't blind. She knew the way he looked at her as she sauntered off towards their next destination to fuck; it was more than lust. And truthfully, if his mouth wasn't preoccupied somewhere on her body, he could be downright annoying as well. Her mind drifted back to a time when they were both post-coitus, lying back on her bed, and he'd asked her what she thought of the game on TV that day and she shivered.
"I can't believe you use escorts... I still can't wrap my head around it. I mean, it sounds brilliant; I'm not judging. It's also just so... illegal." Archie leaned over the table so her voice didn't carry as far and her companion laughed heartily, throwing her head back.
"It's safe. I like that. Casual sex can get so messy... Especially because people know who I am in the real world. Who's to say I'll take a man home with me one night and the next day my name won't be plastered over every newspaper in the country as he sells out my story?"
"I can see the headline now... 'Actress Gillian Anderson has raunchy sex with complete stranger. For more info and pics turn to page 5'!" Gillian shushed her friend and laughed quietly as she ate another mouthful of food.
"I know I'm not a household name, but I've only just got used to this acting thing. I'd hate to think my career ended as soon as it started because of some shitty sex scandal."
"It didn't end Stella Gibson's." She points her fork at Archie and nods. "You're right. It didn't." She chews for a second and adds, "But I'm not Stella Gibson." Archie nodded with her and took a sip of her soup.
"So... who will they send you tomorrow?" Gillian put down her cutlery, only a few leaves and a bite of chicken were left on her plate, and Archie reached across to grab it between her fingers and bring it to her mouth.
"I'm not sure. It's a total surprise. But the agency know who I like. Attractive, young, male. You get the gist. I'd be happy with Josh's twin if he had one, as long as he was the quiet brother." They both snickered as the waiter came to take their empty plates away from them. "Besides, I've been using that agency for three years now. I have total faith in them."
//
Her faith waned completely as he opened the door to her new visitor at precisely 6:00PM on Wednesday evening. The man standing opposite her was definitely male and attractive, but he seemed a good thirty years older than her usual boys.
"Um... May I help you?" She looked behind him down the corridor and hoped to see a bright eyed young boy walk up to her door.
"I'm William." His hand stuck out in front of him and she shook it. "You must be Miss Lane." She tried to contain her disappointment at her replacement and stepped aside to let him in through the door.
"Please, call me Leigh." He stopped surveying his surroundings and turned back to her smiling. She realised she'd rather played down his good looks through the fog of her bitterness, and let her eyes wander down his entire body. He was dressed well, in a dark grey shirt with jeans and black boots. His brown hair was longer than Joshua's and he had a salt and pepper stubble that gave him a rugged charm. His face was gorgeous and tanned, with warm brown eyes that spoke volumes and possibly the plumpest bottom lip she'd seen in her life. His nose was on the large side, but it suited him, and she found herself aching to kiss the beauty spot on his right cheek. His accent was American but she refrained from asking about his personal life, she didn't care who he was or where he came from, all she wanted to know was how he felt inside of her.
He walked the short distance between them and fit his hands loosely around her waist. She realised then just how tall he was, even whilst she was wearing heels, and the feel of his fingers against her clothed back made her shiver. His hands moved down lower to her ass, but he didn't squeeze as she expected him too, just kept them resting there.
"So, Leigh Lane, do you want me to introduce myself?" His fingers easily reached the zipper on the back of her skirt and pulled it down agonisingly slowly. She felt the waistband loosen immediately and with a quick tug of the hem from his deft fingers it was pooled at the bottom of her feet. She stood before him in only her white blouse and high heels, and she felt his hands trace the skin where the tops of her thighs met her ass. She fought for control over her voice, hoping to keep it crisply British rather than her American-English hybrid when she was round fellow Americans. She smirked at him and kept her cool.
"No." Her fingers moved to the buttons on his shirt and she undid them from the top downwards, letting her fingers run through the dark hair they found peeking out from the material. He smiled back at her and his hands moved upwards again, holding her ass. He waited for her to finish unbuttoning his shirt before he moved his hands back to his sides so the shirt could drop from his arms. He watched her eyes move over the contours from his chest muscles and gulped. He knew he was in good shape for an older man but his pecs were probably nothing in comparison to the sweet young man candy that she'd been used to having.
"I know you were expecting someone different." She nodded lightly at him, still entranced by the hard muscles underneath her palm as she drifted it down his stomach towards his belt. In reality she was practically drooling over this man's body, the soft and hard of his stomach, and the bulging muscles of his strong arms. She could tell from the fit of his jeans that his legs were long and toned, and she hoped they were as tanned as the rest of his perfect body. She looked up at him as she unbuckled his belt and slid it from the loops in his jeans. She noted some apprehension in the way his face fell but it quickly disappeared, being replaced by lust as she pushed his jeans down his legs.
"I have some rules." He nodded down at her, his arms moving back around her body as he traced the collar of her blouse down to the valley in between her breasts. She took a deep breath as he began to make short work of her blouse, and he had the common sense to undo her cuffs before dragging it down her arms. She stood before him in her black lacy underwear, matched by his black boxers, and she debated whether she should take off her high heels. His head bent towards her and she felt his hot breath against her cheek. "No kissing." Her voice seemed stilted and she chided herself for being effected so easily by this man's charms. "No talking." His finger moved under her bra strap and dragged it down before moving onto the next one. She lifted her arms slightly as he fed his hands behind her back to expertly undo her bra. It came away with a soft ping and he caught her heavy breasts in his hands as they were freed. He kneaded them lightly before taking a nipple between his thumb and forefinger and pinching. She moaned into his neck and bit her lip. His lips planted themselves between both her breasts as he covered them with his palms and he suddenly stood up straight, running his finger up and down her arm. She nearly whimpered at the loss of his warmth on her tits and felt another flood of wetness pool in her panties.
He could smell her from his spot standing next to her and moved to her back. Her eyes followed as far as they could without her tilting her head and she groaned as he roughly pulled her body back into his hard chest, one hand squeezing her left breast and the other cupping her mons. His length pushed into the small of her back and he thrust lightly. His fingers hooked into the waistband of her panties and he dragged them down her thin legs, kissing the curve of her ass and the back of her thigh as he travelled down with them. He lifted both of her legs out of her pants and licked the sensitive skin of her knee, making her jerk.
"Do you want to keep these on?" She gulped loudly, feeling the hand that wasn't wrapped around her ankle travel up her leg to stroke the newly exposed skin of her ass.
"Do you want me to keep them on?" She heard him chuckle and felt his head shake against her calf.
"It doesn't matter what I want, this is all for you." His voice was deeper than when he first came into the apartment and she shivered as she felt his chest brush against her back as he stood back up. Her legs parted wider as his fingers massaged the soft and fevered skin on the inside of her thighs, and his hand brought her forehead back to rest on his chest as he let his tongue lick it's way from her ear lobe to her collarbone. "Am I allowed to kiss here?" She mumbled something resembling a yes and nodded just as his lips sealed over the straight of her clavicle and two of his calloused fingers delved inside of her hot, dripping wet pussy. She could see his face out of the corner of her eyes and gazed at how at peace he seemed. His fingers drew agonisingly slowly out of her depths before pushing past her natural boundaries into her again. She felt him push his dick into her back again and she rested back on it, panting as his fingers became quicker and quicker. His dormant thumb rubbed around her clit before tentatively brushing against it, his teeth catching her ear and bringing it into his mouth.
"Ah. Fuck." His fingers moved from her lips and he used his pointer finger to erratically flick her hardened clit, and he delighted in the way her body writhed against him. He'd been doing his job long enough to know she'd never come from the stimulation he was feeding her, and soon her pleasure would turn to pain as it became all a bit too much for her nerves to handle, so he abruptly stopped, holding her thighs in his large hands.
"Which way to the bedroom?" He whispered into her ear and the hairs on the back of her neck stood to attention. She squelched her sudden desire to take his hand and lead him to her quarters and simply walked over to her bed on shaky legs, hoping he'd follow. She could hear him kicking off his shoes behind her but she stared straight ahead. She stopped just short of her bed and turned to face him. His hands grasped her arms and pushed her until her legs hit the bottom of the bed and she fell backwards. He was there with steady hands to control her fall and she lay there breathless on top of the covers as his lips trailed over to her nipples. He looked up into her eyes, almost asking for permission, and she gave a quick nod of her head before feeling his tongue reach out and flick her hardened nub. Her fingers thread through his thick, dark brown hair and her head lay back on the bed with defeat. His hands that were massaging the taught muscles of her calfs moved her legs apart at her knees. She whimpered as his heat removed itself from her breast with a soft pop but it swiftly morphed into a groan as his tongue pushed its way into her lips, his fingers separating them ready for his ministrations.
The hand in his hair tightened and she tensed the muscles in her legs, feeling his hot wisps of breath tickle her throbbing clit. His tongue flattened against her and travelled from the bottom of her vulva up to her clit where it stayed and flicked it a few times. Her hips bucked up towards him, her fingers grasping his hair even tighter, and he wrapped his full lips around her clit, sucking.
"Ah!" She couldn't remember the last time she was this vocal during sex and her upper body jolted upwards to watch him, her hips still undulating against his head. "Fuck. Yes." Her hand pushed him further into her and he sucked harder, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin and nibbling lightly. "Shit! Yes!" Her cries were loud and high pitched, and she moved a hand down to the apex of her thighs to move her flaps out of the way for him. He looked up at her in the eyes but she pushed his head down further. He bit down on her clit in response and she could swear she felt him smile against her pussy as her body flopped bonelessly back onto the bed. Her legs wrapped themselves around his neck and she squeezed her muscles, bringing him closer to her. His fingers from before pushed their way inside of her again and set up a steady rhythm as his tongue flicked against her clit, timed perfectly with every thrust.
He could feel the cold, sharp dig of her high heels pressing into his back, urging him to lap quicker at her clit, and he groaned at the mental image conjured in his mind. The scrape of the harsh plastic heel against his neck made his dick ache in his boxers and he groaned once more, louder. As matched his noises, the vibrations from his throat travelling up her lips to her clit and she felt the ever present buzz of her impending orgasm intensify.
His fingers became quicker and harder, pumping into her with inhuman speed, and his tongue pushed against her clit. He sucked it into his mouth with every third thrust of his fingers and he found himself desperate for more taste of her. He hummed against her lips and her entire body tensed, her hand in his hair locking him into place. The shock of his third finger driving into her and the intense sensation of his teeth clamping down on her clit sent her spiralling into oblivion, and he was glad that he got front row seats.
"Ah! William! Fuck!" Dully in the back of her mind she wondered why on earth she had shouted his name, or shouted anything at all, but the shockwaves pulsing through her entire body muted her inner voice to nothing more than a few syllables. Her back arched and her eyes screwed shut as he fingers tensed and relaxed in his hair. He could feel her legs throb against his hot skin and he used his hands to part them, spreading her wide before him. His fingers were still inside of her, only gently stroking her, as he felt her walls grasp them tightly and flutter around them. His tongue lay flat against her vulva as he waited for her body to stop shaking.
Her breathing took a while to return back to normal but as her body was racked with her final aftershock she slumped her back against the bed and left both her hands resting by her side. He sat up from in between her legs and watched her chest rise and fall with the force of her deep breaths and smiled. His eyes darted back down to her wet lips, his three fingers now motionless inside of her. He pulled them out and she sighed and he replaced them with his tongue, hoping to catch whatever moisture he could. She jolted a little and moaned a little louder, and he was careful not to stimulate her too much. He tasted her tangy sweet liquid and his cock became painful in his silk confines. He looked back at her and removed his face from her thighs, giving her two quick kisses on her surrounding skin.
Somewhere in her mind she registered that he'd got up and left the room but she couldn't bring herself to open her eyes and investigate. Her body felt limp and her fingers were still occasionally clenching with the ghost of her orgasm. She couldn't remember the last time she came that hard with anyone, and yet she couldn't think of anything this man had done differently to her. Maybe you just can't put a price on experience. Her lips turned up into a small smile as she heard him return the bedroom, and she felt his body lean across hers.
"You okay?" She opened her eyes slightly to see him hovering above her, condom in one hand, the other drawing faint lines beneath her right breast. She smiled and huffed out a laugh and he did the same. "You still seem pretty out of it." His lips moved to her sternum and he gave her a solid kiss there as he waited for her to reply.
"I'm good. I'm really good." His teeth bared to her in a heart melting smile and he tilted his hips into hers to press his length against her thigh. She sighed again and rested her head back on the mattress as he sat back on his haunches. She heard the tell-tale rip of the foil packet.
"I hope you don't mind... you're not the only one with rules."
She spun onto her front and moved forward on the bed, resting on her elbows and knees. His eyes widened at her sudden change of position but he climbed up behind her and smoothed his palms over the globes of her ass.
"It seems we have similar rules." Her voice was still breathy from earlier and he ripped his boxers off his legs to relieve some tension, grasping the bottom of his shaft.
"Is this another one of your rules?" His palm drifted up his length and then back down again. "Fucking without looking?" She spun her head round at his choice of words and her eyes widened at the sight of him stroking himself. He was so big. So fucking big. Not just lengthways but his girth was astonishing and put every other man she'd been with to shame. Everyone she'd had from the agency had been at least above average, but William was something else, and she was both excited and nervous to feel him inside her.
He watched her swallow a lump in her throat as she watched his hand move up and down his dick, and he briefly remembered just how tight her walls had felt against his fingers. He looked down at himself as she turned away and faced the head of the bed and realised that her expression was not only one of surprise, but apprehension.
"It's less... intimate... this way." He nodded his head although she wasn't watching him any longer and he kissed the bottom of her spine.
"I understand." He grasped the condom and began to roll it over his length, gritting his teeth and hissing as it fit snugly around him. He leaned up onto his knees and pressed his protected length against her folds, feeling her ass shift back against him. She braced herself for the fullness of him inside her as she felt his head prod her entrance. His hands braced themselves on her waist as he began to push in a little. "Relax. I'll go easy to start."
Her eyes flew open at his soft spoken words and suddenly all the tension in her body flew out the window as she surrendered herself to the feel of his length pushing inside of her. They both sighed as she felt the front of his thighs touch her ass as he buried himself completely inside of her. She'd never felt so full before and she knew if he was just a few centimetres bigger she'd be grimacing in pain rather than pleasure.
He knew he was bigger than most men, but he was by no means humongous. He still used regular sized condoms and he didn't have to buy bigger size boxers. But she was just so small. Her little legs wrapped around his and didn't even reach half way down his shin, and her feet looked tiny in her black high heels. Even in her heels, she was still only tall enough to fit under his chin and he wished for a moment he could see her in her barest forms, naked even down to her feet, standing before him smaller and more precious than ever. Her waist was so small he could fit both his hands around her and span her entire stomach. He looked at her ass underneath him as he waited a few moments for her to adjust. That wasn't small, no, it was a firm and soft. And her breasts weren't small either. They fit into his palms perfectly and they were beautifully warm with pert rosebud nipples. And her face... wide blue eyes with full red lips and rosy cheeks covering sharp cheekbones. Her slightly aquiline nose made her look all the more elegant, and her blonde hair that fell around her face in soft waves made her look like she'd come straight from a Hollywood glamour magazine. In short, she was beautiful. So very beautiful.
He was brought out of his study of her body when he felt her back arch and her ass push back towards him, and she let out a little moan, letting him know she was ready. He started lightly at first, dragging himself out of her slowly until he was almost fully out, until he pushed himself back in at the same maddening pace. A hand that was holding onto her waist moved to rest on the small of her back. His thrusts were still slow and she felt a pulsing through her vagina, welcome for the slow start but aching for more contact. She squeezed her thigh muscles together, hoping to let him know and suddenly his body jerked fully into her, his body hitting hers with a loud slap.
"Ah!" Her fingers curled into the bed sheets as she moaned and he drew back out of her, faster this time, before pummelling back into her harder. Her body shook with his motions and her head moved dangerously close to the headboard with every hard thrust. His hands grasped at her waist harder than before and he pulled her entire body back to him as his dick sped up inside of her. As he pulled back his hands would yank on her sides, sending her body crashing back into his to meet his strokes half way. His grasped at her thighs and brought her legs back further against his, giving her a series of short strokes, and she let out a deep moan at the slightly new position. A breath wheezed out between his clenched teeth as his dick sank lower into her with each thrust.
Her walls began to flutter around him as she felt the head of his cock begin to touch her cervix. As her walls clamped around him he felt him lose the well trained finesse that he'd gained. His thrusts became more erratic, and he pressed his hands against the top of her back, pressing her chest down into the mattress. He brought his knees together and moved her body back towards him. He pumped into her faster and faster, letting the new angle envelope his entire length. His orgasm was building and he could feel his cock swell inside of her against her tightening walls. It only took a few well timed brushes of his thumb against her clit and he felt her walls milking him as she let out a high pitched scream, her head thrown back in ecstasy. One more thrust and he was there with her, his body shaking with the force of his first orgasm.
Her legs fell against the bed as her body became limp, and his hips pumped a few more one thrusts inside of her until he pulled out and rolled onto his back beside her. She lay on her crossed arms, her breathing still deep, and she opened her eyes few millimetres to secretly watch him. His jaw was slack from his comedown and his eyes were loosely shut. She propped herself back up onto her elbows, refusing to give into the afterglow of her orgasm for a second time. Crawling over to his body, she began to peel the condom off his softening penis and he grunted in dissatisfaction, his arm moving to lightly rub her back. She looked up at his face and his eyes were still closed, a small furrow forming above his eyebrows.
"Uh... I know you're not used to people my age, but uh... you're gonna have to wait a few minutes at least until you start messing down there again." She smiled and huffed out a laugh, patting his hard and sweaty stomach.
"Don't worry. I'm just cleaning you up." He opened one eye to watch her climb off the bed and walk into the bathroom. By the time she'd returned he was propped up on the pillow, his arm behind his head, the other outstretched towards her. She frowned at his hand, not liking how comfortable she was around this man already, and threw a towel towards him. He caught it and rubbed himself down before dropping it onto the floor. She was sitting on the edge of the bed with her back to him and he sat up straight, his hands reaching out for her. He grabbed onto her arms and managed to pull her back towards him, circling his arms around her waist. She smiled despite herself and attempted to keep her voice calm. "No cuddling." He could hear the lightness in her voice although her face feigned disinterest.
"What if I told you we weren't cuddling?" He moved his legs either side of hers and leant back against the headboard, taking her with him. "What if I told you, I was merely...," he paused as his fingers dipped back in between her parted legs, "testing the waters?" She sucked in her breath as his fingers returned dripping wet and she cursed herself for finding this man so damn attractive. She felt him stir against her back and she laughed slightly. "What's so funny?" His fingers pushed their way back inside of her and her chuckles subsided into breathy moans.
"You told me... to leave you alone... for a few minutes..." He smiled against her shoulder and parted her lips, letting his finger draw circles around her clit.
"Never underestimate what a beautiful woman can do to an older man's libido." She slapped his knee playfully and tutted.
"I said no talking." Her eyes were half shut as he flooded her body with pleasure and he wanted so badly to study the way her face changed as he touched different parts of her. He'd only seen her heated cheeks and parted lips from in between the valley of her breasts earlier, and she shit down any of his efforts for a better view by burrowing his face further into her thighs.
"Hm, okay." For a while all he could hear was the sound of her deep breathing and small mews as he occasionally let his finger softly drift up her lips and over her clit. Her hands gripped onto his legs for support as he added a third digit inside of her, curling them upwards to rub against the slightly harder skin on the front wall of her vagina. She cursed quietly and his cock twitched, aching to be inside her again.
"Shit." His fingers stilled inside her and he leaned forward, inadvertently pressing his fingers harder against her sensitive skin.
"Hnnngg... Wha?"
"I don't have another condom." Her hand reached behind her back to grasp his hard length that was trapped between their bodies. She groaned and her walls twitched as she realised he intended to fuck her again.
"It's okay. I have a few." Reluctantly she moved out of his grasp over to her bedside table and pulled out another foil packet. She waved it in the air a little and he laughed at her, grabbing her wrist. He held her gaze for a few seconds before she dodged the intensity, ripping open the foil packet and giving him an embarrassed smile. She rolled it down his length, her lips parted and tongue slightly sticking out with concentration. She looked back up at him when she's finished only to see his gaze was fixed on her small hand still wrapped around his length. She turned around and assumed her usual position, ass in the air with her weight braced on her elbows and knees.
He chuckled and shook his head from side to side, pulling her body back to him. Moving his legs in between hers, he parted her thighs with his own and sank his length deep into her.
"Holy shit!" His move was so unexpected she braced herself on his arms that were resting on her waist and she panted, moving up and down immediately. She looked down at their meeting point and sighed, lowering herself only to pull back up again. His hands gripped her sides as he helped pull her up and down with more force, the lower parts of his body still and unmoving as he let her set the pace. Her back was resting entirely on his chest and she let her head fall in the space between his neck and shoulder as she languidly tilted her hips. She squeezed her muscles and he squeezed her sides simultaneously, keeping his knees bent for her. He could see her face better from the angle if he leaned forward, and he examined the way her eyebrows were slightly pinched and how her cheeks matched the colour of her lips. Suddenly her eyes flew open and stared at his in shock. He felt like a boy with his hand caught in the cookie jar, and she quickly moved her head upwards so he could no longer watch her face.
"Fuck me," she whispered. He knew she was trying to get some control over the situation, after all, he'd broken one of her rules, and a small part of him wondered if the way she had reacted was because she liked it. He grabbed her waist and lifted her off his length slightly before pumping his hips upwards into her. Her hands scrambled for something to hold onto as her entire body shook with the force of his thrusts and they finally settled on the tops of his thighs that cradled her body. His hands began to bring her body up and down all whilst crashing his body into hers and she wondered for a second if she was going to see stars, the deep thud of his penis inside her lulling her into a pre-orgasmic trance.
Her head was thrown back, her hair dangling against his shoulder and his sucked on the hot skin of her neck. He could see that her jaw was wide open in a silent scream as he continued to pound into her and he waited for her next instruction, whether it was a tightening of her walls or a slight pinch from her fingers.
Quickly his dick felt like it was being gripped by a vice and he grunted. His loud "Fuck!" was almost drowned out by the shrill roar that ripped from her throat as her body was taken over by her surprise orgasm. It left her as fast as it came and she panted, feeling his cock push a few extra strokes into her boneless body as he emptied himself into the condom. His hand immediately came up to her forehead and he rubbed away the sweat and hair he found there.
Their bodies disconnected messily and she felt her wetness pool down her thighs and drip onto his legs as soon as she lifted herself from him. She looked back at him and his eyes seemed as glassy as hers, his bottom lip wet with sweat. They both stared at each other with a loss of words, not willing to confront the intense intimacy they just shared. She watched him peel his condom off as he stumbled to the bathroom and she immediately dove for one of her robes, hoping to hide her newfound vulnerability behind some clothes.
"Do you mind if I take a shower? I have a client soon and it'll be easier if shower here instead of travel back home." She watched his head pop out from the bathroom door. It seemed he too was having problems with his nudity and she took comfort that she wasn't going through these strange emotions alone. She nodded and he half smiled before closing the door behind him. She rested her head in her hands against the chest of drawers in her bedroom and took some calming breaths.
She'd never come like that before. There was something so... right... about him being inside her. The was his hand held her waist or brushed her back made something inside of her burn up. She probably could have just put it down to amazing sex for the first two times, but after her third orgasm she was slowly realising it went beyond the sex. Being with him felt natural. She sighed again, and decided to busy her mind by changing her dirty sheets. Anything she could do to get her mind off him.
By the time he'd left the sanctuary of her shower he'd realised that he did not want to say goodbye to this woman any time soon. His clothes were nearly piled on her striped bed but she was nowhere in sight. He slipped on a pair of boxers that he realised weren't his and quickly donned his jeans and shirt. He picked up his shoes and padded into her front room in search of her. She was standing in the middle of the room, with a black lace robe on, and her hair was tied into a loose ponytail. He noticed happily that she'd kicked off her high heels and he studied the way her little toes wiggled against the carpet. Her robe cut off mid thigh, showing off the shapely curve of her legs, and it was just parted enough so he could see the delicious swell of her breast peeking out through the material.
She felt his gaze on her and turned to watch him. She gave a bashful smile and walked over to him, feeling smaller than ever without her heels and fresh makeup.
"Thanks for the shower." He almost looked embarrassed and he moved his hand to run through his damp hair in an action reminiscent of when Joshua asked to watch her come and was met with a steely glance. Except, he seemed endearing, not annoying.
"No problem. Thanks for uh... Thanks." She dipped her head a little and he forced out a laugh.
"Yeah... Thanks." He bent over to put on his socks and shoes and began to walk towards her front door without meeting her eyes.
"I'll see you next Wednesday then?" He removed his hand from the doorknob and turned to her.
"No... actually. I was just a replacement until the agency could find someone better suited to your tastes. They... uh... send their apologies that they couldn't find anyone in time. It was either me or nothing. But I think they've found someone to see you on a more regular basis starting next week." For the first time, she hated how business like they sounded, as if they were planning a board meeting or maybe he was supplying her with a member of staff. In the back of her mind she realised that he was just a member of staff. Like her publicist or her cleaner, William had a service to provide, and she was his employer. She tried to mask her disappointment that this was the last time they would meet, her clit already aching for his touch.
"Don't worry... you were... more than satisfying. I uh... hope you have a safe trip home. Or uh... to your next client." She could swear she saw him grimace at the thought of fucking somebody else, but just like her, he hid his emotions well. Her body tensed as he moved towards her, his arm coming behind her back and bringing her close to his chest in a brief embrace. She could see his cheeks were red despite his tan and his feet began to shuffle on the floor.
"Well... Take care of yourself Leigh Lane." She nodded but couldn't bring herself to speak, so she instead reached up on her tip toes and brought her lips to his brown beauty mark on his cheek. She lingered there for only a second but to him it felt like an eternity. He committed the way her lips felt against his skin to memory before giving one final nod and walking out the door. She closed it behind her and rushed to the window of her apartment overlooking the busy London streets.
Within a minute he stepped out of her building and walked towards his car. She'd never watched one of her boys leave before and she cursed herself for acting so childish. Until he turned towards her window and waved before stepping into the drivers seat of his car. She smiled and waved back although he'd already driven away and she let the curtain fall back, obscuring the road from her view once more. She moved towards the bedroom where the smell of sex hit her nostrils in full force and she stares at her bed. She flops down on top of it and can just about make out the smell that she could now refer to as plainly 'him'. She buried her head in a pillow that was still damp from his sweat and inhaled, her finger tracing where he would have laid. Her eyes opened and she stared at the wall opposite, just realising what she was doing.
"Shit."