I narrowed my eyes, my lips lifting into a smile. He was messing with me, but I couldn’t pretend that his protective, macho words weren’t incredibly hot.
I moved my legs out of his hands and attempted to sit up, very aware that I was naked. His hands gripped my thighs, and in one abrupt move, he yanked me down to the end of the bed, causing me to fall flat on my back and squeal.
“Where do you think you’re going? We’re not finished.”
“I–” I bit my bottom lip as he lowered himself to his knees at the end of the massage table. “What are you doing? You already made me come.”
“With my fingers. But I need to taste you.”
“Is that… extra?” I asked. I didn’t care. I’d pay double to have his tongue. “To have two orgasms?”
A deep, dark chuckle vibrated from his chest as he placed my thighs over his massive shoulders. “You’ve had a shitty day. The second one is free.”
“Oh, okay–that’s really—oh!” My sentence broke off the moment he took a long, slow lick of my pussy and groaned. His fingers dug into my thighs, holdingthem in place as my eyes rolled. After a few more teasing licks, he sucked my clit into his mouth. Hard. My head lifted off the table, my hands weaving into his hair as his eyes locked with mine. Hungry, raw desire blazed in them. His tongue flicked my clit at epic speed, and I was falling apart in seconds. But he didn’t stop. Even when I came down from another soul-shattering orgasm, he moved his tongue to my pussy, eating me like he was starved until the sensitivity of my clit recovered, and then he was back to it again.
My head snapped up as I remembered something. Still in my delirious high, I didn’t even care how weird this might sound. I would never see this man again anyway, and if any man could succeed, it was him.
“Can you write the alphabet with your tongue?”
He paused, lifting his mouth away from me with an amused frown. “Cosa?”
“I know it’s weird, but my friend and I don’t believe a man can make a woman come by writing the alphabet with their tongue.”
He raised an eyebrow. “Is that a challenge?”
I smirked, leaning up on my elbows to watch him between my legs. Damn, what a sight that was. “I guess.”
“Challenge accepted, but you have to say the letters out loud.”
His head dipped back between my legs, one hand reaching up to my breast and teasing my nipple as his tongue swirled the letter ‘A’ against my clit.
I moaned, pronouncing the letter.
“B… C… D….” I gasped, faltering on E. Whoa. Okay. There was something to this after all. By the time he made it to K, I was fighting the orgasm that I was teetering on the edge of.
“L… M… N… Oh!” I screamed, my hands clawing at his hair as the third orgasm crashed through me. I fell back on the bed, utterly spent, and burst out laughing. Cesare stood up from the floor, watching me with a smug grin.
I sighed, forcing my jelly-like body to sit up, and reached for the towel, wrapping it around me. “Well, I was proven wrong. You’re um, well, thank you. That was—”
“My pleasure,” he husked, standing in front of me.
I laughed. “Well, no. I think it was mine.”
My eyes landed on the long length of his rock-hard cock barely contained beneath the flimsy trousers that revealed just how much he’d been enjoying himself. A wet patch was visible at the top, and my cheeks blushed when I realised he was leaking pre-cum. My pussy pulsed at the thought of how it might feel inside me. I was insatiable.
Should I offer to return the favour?I shook my head, glancing at the wall when he pressed his palm to his dick, trying to rearrange himself. No, don’t offer.This was his job. Not mine. He probably gets hard-ons with every client.
I quickly slid off the table as he picked up the bikini from the floor. I took it with a shy smile. He stepped closer to me, his presence an enormous distraction from getting my ass out of there before I made a fool of myself again. I pressed my hand against his chest and gulped at how firm he felt.
“I–um–should get dressed. Thanks again.” I patted his chest awkwardly.
He paused, gazing down at me with that brooding intensity. As if he suddenly remembered his professional manners, he stepped back. “I’ll give you some privacy, beautiful.”
He walked behind the bamboo partition, and I quickly pulled on the robe, stuffing the bikini into my pocket because I wasn’t about to fumble with that and risk overstaying my welcome. I’m sure he had other clients to see.
Pulling out the only cash I had on me, I left the note on the bed as a tip. I wish I could have tipped him more. He deserved to be a millionaire for the talent he possessed. I fought back a giggle, took one last glance at the shadow beyond the partition, and then sneaked out the door with a beaming smile on my face.
It seems there are still delicious men left in the world who understand the importance of the clitoris.
