I pull her in until she puckers her lips, and when she does, I take them against mine and swallow her sigh. “I meant no disrespect, I just never put thought into your career. Can’t say you don’t impress the fuck outta me. Your clients are lucky to have you.”
She doesn’t move back like I expect. She’s a runner, and I have no doubt she’ll run before the night’s out – I have a plan for that – but for now, her forehead remains pressed against mine, and her lips remain in a smile. “Thank you. I’m lucky to have them. I love my job, I just need you to take care of my bitch boss.”
We watch an hour of the princess movie, we eat cooling Chinese food until we slouch, and we eat chocolate pieces until we almost explode. I refill her glass twice, and I tip the last drops directly into my mouth just to make her smile. The credits roll at ten, and though neither of us are yawning, I still pick her up and take her to my bed.
I could come a hundred times in one day and I still wouldn’t be done.
Her body is warm and supple. It’s perfect and welcoming. She’s smaller than me by a good eighty pounds, but I’ve had too many female massage therapists to assume a tiny body can’t pack a fuck load of strength. I lay her out on my bedspread and slowly drag my rock concert tank over her head, and when she looks up at me through long lashes, I press my lips to hers, rather than my cock, and I enjoy her body the way it was supposed to be enjoyed.
She tries to pick up her act again. She tries to turn on the sex kitten eyes like she thinks they turn me on, but her beingheris my ultimate aphrodisiac. I taste every inch of her body, and I refuse to slide inside until she comes on my mouth with a quiet sigh.
We’ve had rough and dirty.
Now I want to show her slow and quiet.
“Riley…” Her hands pull my hair while I rest between her legs. There are no wild cries or noisy declarations. There’s just my tongue on her flesh, her hand in my hair to pull me closer, and her hips lifting to follow my tongue. “Jesus, Riley.” Her orgasms come slow and quietly. Sighs, rather than screams. Shudders, rather than explosions. And when she lies back in a relaxed heap, I climb along her body, slide a condom on, and slip between her heat until I get my own sighing orgasm.