"Are you sure? Your thighs are quivering and your lips are swollen. If I finger you, will you orgasm?"
I wish she'd stop talking to me like that, purposely taunting me with her sexy voice. My body feels like a blazing inferno ready to combust. No man who pays for sex is going to do this, or even talk to me in a filthy manner just to see me orgasm. In my experience, all men think about are themselves in the heat of the moment, on that cusp of completion, so I don't understand why she’s doing this. I draw in a deep breath.
Two fingers circle my clit faster in response. I gasp as she simultaneously hits the right spot and presses her lips against my shoulder blade. My nipples harden, and she reaches up to tweak one until it burns.
She steps in front of me then. Our eyes lock and I watch as she leans in to wrap her red lips around one of my nipples. Through my shock, I can see why red lips are necessary now, because the sight before me—the way her mouth is moving on my breast—is enough to make me orgasm.
She gently tugs on my nipple with her teeth. My lips part and my back bows, arching from the brazen desire running through my veins. She runs her tongue over the sensitive nub and a little whimper escapes my lips. I want her to give the same treatment to my other breast now.
"If I told you to lie on the chaise lounge and spread your legs, would you?"
I have no idea why she's doing this to me, and at this point, I honestly don't care. All I can focus on is the pleasure streaming through my blood.
"Yes." My response is a breathless whisper.
"Good. Now do it."
I'm momentarily shocked and I blink a few times before my legs carry me to the chair. I lie back and position myself like she said. Legs spread wide, my arousal drips down to my ass. My breathing is low, heavy, as I watch her walk over and drop to her knees. Her hands run up my slender legs and I widen my knees instinctively even more. She knows how to touch a person and make them crave things they’ve never had. My teeth dig into my bottom lip and I'm in absolute shock as she leans down, flattens her tongue, and drags it up my wet pussy.
When she asked if I’d ever kissed a woman, I didn't realize she’d meant like this.
"Oh," rolls off my lips.
My hips press into her face as her tongue sweeps across my clit. A moan rumbles in the back of my throat and a rush of wetness seeps out of me, spurring her on by the hard stroke of her tongue. Chills rake my body and the pleasure is all too much for me to handle. I run my fingers through her soft hair and her hands push into my thighs as she licks my pussy better than any man ever has.
Christine lifts her eyes to mine and I realize with a start that I like watching her lap at my swollen pussy. She inserts two fingers in my sex and focuses her tongue on my aching clit to utter perfection. She’s a fucking pro—obviously—and should teach classes on this, because my orgasm is still hovering at the surface and it didn’t take much time to get there.
I clench around her digits and a ragged sigh drips from my lips. My thighs are trembling, but she doesn't let up. Her fingers fuck me just right as her tongue works wonders. Fisting her hair, I push her face into me as ecstasy steamrolls through every vein in my body and I release into her mouth.
Madam Christine pulls back and our eyes meet. Her mouth is coated in my pleasure. Leave it to a woman to make me come harder than I ever have with a man.
I stare at her in wonderment, her eyes on mine and her lips shiny with the remnants of my orgasm. On a startling impulse, I lean forward and capture her lips with mine. Climbing over her body, I force her onto her back. She goes willingly, her hands immediately roaming over my back and through my hair. Our legs sandwich each other’s. Our tongues swirl together and I taste myself on her, which only turns me on more.
Her dress slips to her hips and I tug it out of the way. I plunge my hand between our bodies and a new sensation ignites in me at finding her bare. I've never had sex with a woman before, but I find myself wanting to so desperately now.
My needy fingers play with her wet pussy, and I marvel at feeling the contours of skin so similar to my own, yet so different. A little nervous, I tentatively slip two fingers inside her and she clenches around me. Her teeth dig into my bottom lip and her hand grips my ass. Then she's riding my fingers and it's by far one of the most erotic things I've ever done in my life.
Her tongue twirls around mine and she grinds her clit into my hand. We both moan into each other’s mouths, and I want my clit on hers. I pull my hand away and grab her hips to position her just right, my carnal instincts kicking in.
Oh. My. God.
Never in my life have I felt anything like this. My skin breaks out in a heated shiver as our clits rub together. It's all too much and I fucking love it.
"Make me come with your pussy," she says, her voice sexy as lace.
I nod and do as she asks.
Our supple bodies are pressed together, moving in harmony. We clench and grind on one another. The sounds erupting from her tell me she's loving what I'm doing, which only encourages me more. I slam my hips into hers and heat prickles my skin. Our thighs are slick from our building desire and our swollen lips rub back and forth, back and forth, until we both come together in blissful ecstasy.
"I must say, I wasn't expecting that." She pants against my mouth. A small smile tips her lips as our orgasms fade.
Banging my potential boss was the last thing I expected walking into Sanctuary Cove.
"You're going to make a lot of men happy," she says, releasing a sated sigh. "You can dress now," Christine says, and it’s back to business.
I stand, a little unsteady, and pull my dress on as she walks over to a jewelry box on the counter. She flips it open and takes out a Wet-Nap, then wipes her fingers off.
"Did Natalie tell you that you are not permitted to come until after the client does?" she asks, slowly licking her lips, and I wonder if she can still taste me.