“No,” I tease, “but you said you couldn’t feel your legs.”
She chuckles. “Okay, devastating in bed.” There’s a pause as she studies my face. “Why would you ever need a hooker?”
I consider the question. It’s not one I ever envisioned myself having to answer. “Are all your clients unattractive?” I ask mildly, though the thought of her with other men, other clients…causes a sharp stab of jealousy.
She only hesitates for a moment. “Yes,” she replies, “or busy, or just adventurous.”
I shrug. “Maybe I’m busy and adventurous.”
Her eyes travel over my face, and I wonder what she’s thinking. The silence stretches, and I search for a topic, anything so we can keep talking. It’s ridiculous. I’m not some average guy on a first date who needs to pull out all the stops to keep a girl interested.
“Do you want another drink?”
She shakes her head. “I’m fine, thanks.”
My eyes stay on her face. I have a strange urge to commit her features to memory. Where did I hear that hookers don’t kiss? I want to kiss her, to taste her lips. I watch her eyes travel down to my cock and back to my face. A faint blush stains her cheeks.
She is enchanting, and I can’t get enough of her.
I have the whole night, after all.
“You’re not tired,” I ask. “Are you?”
She shakes her head.
“Good.” I run my hand down the side of her body, from her shoulder to her thigh. She trembles. My hand moves to her back, sliding over her soft skin until I’m cupping her smooth, firm ass.
Her skin is flushed already, and her breath is coming in soft pants. I turn her over so she’s lying on her stomach, her back to me. I run my hands over her supple skin, and she makes a sound that’s somewhere between a moan and a sigh.
Positioning her on her hands and knees, I reach between her legs, pleased to find she’s soaked. She moans when I run a finger over her wet clit, and it turns into a groan when I slide my fingers deep inside her.
I move them and she trembles. “You’re so wet,” I murmur, “so wet and so hot.”
Her muscles tighten around my fingers, demanding more. Suddenly, I’m impatient to be inside her again. I reach for the condoms, rolling one on before taking hold of her waist, positioning her so I can slide into her.
This time I take it slow, letting the sensations wash over me. As I move, she whimpers, her fingers gripping the sheets. She’s so tight, so hot, and it feels incredible to be inside her. I want it to last as long as possible, so I flex my hips at an almost leisurely pace, sliding in then out again, until she’s pulsing uncontrollably around my aching cock. Her body shudders, the hot clenching in her core urging me deeper. I bend over her, plunging faster and deeper. She cries out and I feel the contractions as she comes. I reach for her breasts, teasing her hard nipples as her body continues to convulse around me.
Leaning back up, I grip her thighs and lift her legs off the bed, losing control as I thrust deeper into her pulsing heat. Vaguely, I hear her cry out as she climaxes again, and the pleasure rises in my brain until I can’t take it anymore. With a loud groan, I slam into her, almost losing my mind as I come.
I release her legs and collapse on top of her. She’s breathing deeply, her skin dewy with sweat. I pull out of her and get rid of the condom before collapsing back on the bed.
“Now I definitely can’t feel my legs,” she pants.
I surprise myself by pressing a kiss on her shoulder. “Me neither,” I admit. She smiles at me, and I smile back.
The silence stretches as our breathing returns to normal. “The elevator doesn’t require a code to leave,” I inform her, in case she’s thinking of leaving. “Just hit the call button.” When she doesn’t respond, I glance at her face, and she has a strange expression I can’t decipher.
Rising from the bed, I retrieve my wallet from my pants and pull out a few bills, leaving them on the nightstand on her side. “I know you’ve been paid,” I tell her, “but consider
that a bonus.”
She gives me a small smile, but she still doesn’t say anything. I imagine she’s tired. I know I am.
“You can leave whenever you like. And don’t forget to leave your number.”
I’m a light sleeper, so I’m surprised I don’t hear her leave. When I wake up hours later, she’s already gone. The cash is still on the table, and there’s no number anywhere.
Chapter 4