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She knew he wouldn’t sneer at her after, telling her how much she loved it. She could let him see the truth. Hear it. So she urged him on and clasped her hand harder to his head. “Right there,” she whispered. “Right there.”
He licked faster, faster.
The pleasure building up inside her was nothing she’d ever felt with a man. She’d climaxed on her own before, but never with another person. Her pleasure was too private to share. Too vulnerable.
But she opened herself to him. Sighed and moaned and whimpered as he slid a finger inside her and sent her over the edge. A cry tore from her throat as the climax gripped her body, shuddering through her muscles. She pushed her hips up, up, up as if she could fuck more ecstasy from his tongue by getting closer.
The pleasure worked itself from her body in waves until she finally quieted, her hips sinking slowly back to the bed. Bill raised his head, his eyes dark with passion, mouth wet from her pussy.
Panting, she watched him for a long moment, too stunned to think what else to do besides wait for her thighs to stop trembling.
Finally she smiled, and when he smiled back, she laughed in delight. This was just so strange. Strange and lovely.
She managed to muster enough strength to sit and perch on the edge of the mattress. “Come on up here,” she drawled. Bill stood, and she reached to finish unbuttoning his shirt. He slipped his suspenders down as she tugged his shirt free.
It took only a moment to unfasten his trousers, and then she reached into his drawers to wrap her hand around his cock. His sigh of relief made her smile again. He sounded like he’d just been saved from certain death.
The first time Bill had paid her for sex, she’d winced at the sight of his penis. No whore wanted to bother with a big cock. It hurt. And she’d found men often liked that. With a wife or sweetheart they had to be more cautious, but with a whore they could wield that club as roughly as they wanted, no easing in or going slow.
So the first time he’d come to her room to fuck her, Melisande had regarded him warily and hoped for only a few seconds of discomfort before he finished.
But Bill had surprised her. Instead of climbing between her legs, he’d lain down next to her, his erection a hot brand against her hip. He’d touched her. Cupped her breasts, teased her nipples, and then he’d stroked her cunt. She’d frowned at the ceiling for a while, thinking this was all taking too long. But then she’d grown slick for him, and his fingers had slipped so gently over her, getting her even wetter. Her thighs had relaxed, her body soothed by his touch. When he’d finally knelt between her legs, she’d been ready even before she’d watched him smear her pussy juice over his shaft to make himself slick.
Since then, she’d come to appreciate the beauty of him, and they both sighed when she drew him free of his clothing and stroked him. He was thick, yes, but he was straight and gorgeous and clean.
She leaned forward to press a kiss to his belly, letting his cock slide along her cheek to tease him. She breathed him in, already familiar with his scent.
“Melisande,” he whispered roughly. She felt his hands hovering close to her head and smiled.
“Are you feeling impatient, mon cher?”
“No,” he said. “Yes.”
She flicked her tongue over the crown of his cock and listened to his breath hiss through his teeth. “Mm.” Instead of offering more of her tongue, she dragged her lips lightly down his shaft. “You usually like to take your time,” she whispered against him.
“I can still taste you.”
“Is that why you look hard enough to burst?”
“Yes.”
She made a sympathetic noise, but instead of taking him into her mouth, she wrapped her fingers around him and squeezed. “You’re hard as iron.”
“Yes.”
This was fun. She could tease him and know he wouldn’t just grab her and fuck her when he tired of it. Bill wasn’t powerful or rich or charming. He was just good. Sweet. Wonderful.
She eased his trousers down and waved for him to join her. Once he’d undressed, he lay down on her bed, and she straddled his muscled thighs. His cock strained against his belly, waiting for her.
“I thought you’d hurt me,” she murmured. “The first time.”
“Never.”
“I know that now.” She dragged her palm lightly over his shaft, then down over his balls. He grunted in pleasure, pushing his cock up, wanting her touch again. “I thought this would hurt me…” She trailed her hand up again, over the crown, dragging her fingers through the slick liquid pearling at the tip. “But now I like the feel of it in me.”
He groaned her name, but she kept teasing him even as his big hands settled on her thighs and gripped her. She wrapped her fist around him and stroked. His hips bucked up.
“Do you like the feel of it in me?” she asked.
