I keep going, my hands still gripping her inner thighs, as I twirl my tongue in rhythmic patterns that resonate with her sensations.
I'm entirely tuned in to her; each sound she makes is a guidepost, each movement a signal.
And as I continue, I feel her body tense, her breathing reaching a crescendo. We're at the pinnacle of connection, a height neither of us has ever achieved with any other person.
It's as if we're both floating in a universe where only we exist.
She shouts my name, and I know the moment has come.
I slowly insert myself inside her, overseeing her reaction. She gasps, her half-lidded eyes rolling up, an unspoken approval that sends chills down my spine.
"Are you okay?" I ask, making sure she's comfortable.
"I couldn't be better," she replies, her chest heaving with anticipation and excitement.
Slowly, I quicken my pace, rocking my hips at a steady rhythm.
I notice Lauren's hands gripping the sheets under her as I thrust faster and harder. She feels incredible, her entire body receiving me warmly and tightening around me in the most intimate way.
I place a hand on her cheek, my fingers tracing the contours of her cheekbones. I lean closer, our lips meeting in a passionate kiss that feels like a bridge between two souls.
Before I can stop myself, a low "love you" escapes my lips.
Her eyes widen, her mouth agape. I slow down, realizing the weight of what I've just said.
"I'm sorry, I got lost in the moment," I stammer.
Lauren smiles, her eyes softening.
"You did nothing wrong. I love you too, Dennis. You're the man I've been waiting for my whole life."
Those words are like a key turning in a lock, releasing something primal and raw within me. My hand grips her hip, lifting her just a bit as I move closer, going deeper. She gasps, her legs trembling under me.
"You're hitting the right spot," she screams, her voice tinged with ecstasy, “Please, keep going.”
Encouraged, I hasten my pace, sensing that both of us are teetering on the edge of climax. Lauren looks into my eyes, her own rolling up as she takes a deep breath.
"Thank you," she whispers as she reaches her orgasm, her body writhing in pleasure.
Moments later, I reach mine, too, shooting load after load inside and collapsing beside her. We're both gasping, sweaty, and completely undone.
She nestles her head on my chest, and I can feel her ear pressed against my skin, picking up the rhythm of my still-rapid heartbeat.
"Lauren," I start, still catching my breath, "I need to be honest with you. I've never felt like this before. And I know this is complicated because you were my client just a few hours ago."
She lifts her head to look into my eyes.
"Dennis, I feel the same way. The connection between us is something I've never experienced, and I don't want to let it go just because of ethical worries."
"Yeah, the ethical implications are definitely there," I acknowledge. "But if we're both aware of them and navigate this carefully, we should be okay, right?"
Lauren nods.
"We're both adults here. I think we can explore what we have between us while being responsible about it."
"So, what's the plan?" I ask, my fingers tracing circles on her back.
"We take things slow," she suggests, "Continue to see where this goes, but keep our eyes open about any issues that may arise."