Her gaze flickers to me, and I reward her with a smile. I brush some hair from her face. “When we are in a scene, I’ll expect you to be completely naked and kneeling at the foot of the bed before I enter.”
She makes a soft noise and nods. Her chest heaves rapidly, and I trail my finger from her cheek down her jaw and trace the outline of her collarbone. “How does this feel?”
Nora clears her throat. “Like all the cells inside my skin are about to explode.”
I apply more pressure to her clavicle.
“That’s better.”
I lean in, dipping my nose to inhale her lemon scent. “Does it feel good, though?”
Her eyelids flutter, and she wets her lips with her tongue. “Yes.”
I groan at the sound of that breathy word coming from her lips. My cock’s been hard for too long, and it’s aching to be set free–to be buried inside of her.
“I want to touch you, Nora. You’re so fucking soft. But if it’s too much, I need to know. I want to bring you pleasure, I don’t want to do something that’s hurting you.” I pause, letting out a husky chuckle. “Unless you’ve been bad. Then I’d love to punish you.”
I don’t miss the way she shivers under my warning. “How can I be good?”
My grip moves to the base of her throat. Nora’s eyes widen as she looks at me, her pupils blown. “I’m going to kiss you now.”
She whimpers, and it’s like a straight shot of adrenaline through my heart. “Please.”
Our mouths collide. She doesn’t fight me for dominance. My tongue slides into her mouth. My heart rate picks up, a bridge of energy being transferred from me to her. Electricity soaring through me. I’ve never kissed someone like this.
She tastes so fucking good, too. Like cinnamon. Her arms wrap around my back while mine grab at her waist. I’m careful to make sure I’m firm with my touch. Nora’s hands press against my chest, clutching onto my shirt. Her tongue teases mine, running along my teeth.
“Fuck,” Nora groans, pulling away. Her head drops against my neck.
Together, we gasp for air. She gazes up at me through hooded eyes. I know we shouldn’t. Not until we’ve established our ground rules. The hard and soft limits and a safe word. But the need to be buried deep inside her while she comes around my cock is too much.
Nora’s hand slides to the waistband of my pants. She plays with my leather belt but doesn’t remove it. “I want to taste you,” she breathes.
I tilt my head to the ceiling, groaning. Tugging at my tie, I drop my gaze to make eye contact. “Get undressed and get on the bed, kitten.”
She doesn’t hesitate, turning around and moving her hair to the side so I can unzip her dress. She flinches when my knuckle strokes her back unintentionally. I lean forward and press a firm kiss in the same spot to ease the fire she says burns through her at the gentle touches.
“Mmm. That’s nice,” she says through a hitched breath. Sliding out of her dress, I get a pleasant view of her plump ass. Fuck me, she’s not wearing a bra or underwear.
I shove my fist to my mouth, biting my knuckles, eyes trained on her sweet ass. This is the sexiest woman I’ve ever had, and by far the best experience I’ve had at the club. And we haven’t evenfuckedyet.
Nora is confident and sexy, but she’s quiet, too. She’s not throwing herself at me, and she’s polite as hell. After performing my own background check on her and learning her salary, I’d been expecting a woman looking for a payday.
Someone pretending to be whatever they thought I wanted in a woman. But that isn’t Nora. Nora wants to please, sure. But she’s not pretending to be anything other than herself.
Nora climbs onto the bed, kneeling at the edge just as I said she’ll need to in the future. Her eyes are closed as she folds her hands behind her. I approach the edge of the bed. With one hand, I trace the outline of one of her supple breasts. She tenses.
“Too light?” I ask.
“No.” Her head bows. “It’s weirdly okay during sex.”
“Because your mind is only on the pleasure.” I take her hardened nipple between my fingers, rolling it.
A moan escapes her sweet mouth. “Yes. I like that.”
I unzip myself with my free hand, still playing with her tits, switching between massaging and squeezing hard. Digging out my hard-on from my fly, I pull it out and stroke myself. I drag my hand from her chest to cup her jaw. Nora looks up with blown pupils, a pleading look in her eyes. Her lips part and she sits patiently, waiting for permission to suck me off.
I smirk. “You want to suck my cock, kitten?”