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I guide his free hand to my nipple and show him how I like it played with. I capture his lips with mine and I don't hold back as I kiss him, well, like I'm making love to him. He senses a shift in my actions and surprises me by meeting my desire. I kiss him deeply, madly, and freely, giving all of me, knowing there's no chance fighting it anymore.
"I want to fuck you so bad right now," I say, my voice raspy. "God, you make me feel so good."
"Slow and steady. I'm going to make you come on my cock like this." He pinches my nipple, giving it a little tug and my back bows from the pain. "I can't wait to feel your pussy tighten around my cock and watch your body unravel in the mirror again. It's so fucking hot. I can stay like this all night and into the morning, if you want."
"I want what you want," I say automatically, and I do. "Honestly. If you want to sit just like this and play with me, who am I to say no to that?"
I give him a lazy smile and he returns it. He switches up his motions and moves his fingers in a circle, then a soft pinch, and back to a circle. He does this a few more times until I'm gasping and trying to kiss him again, but he won't let me. His mouth is just as bad as his fingers and while he doesn't kiss me, he does. Just our tongues twirl erotically around each other's and I can feel myself growing even wetter.
"God, James, how do you do it? I'm so close," I say, and James slowly and just right, pushes in a little deeper, and I’m coming again. "Ah, oh…"
"Don't move," he says, then lifts his eyes to watch in the mirror. My nose grazes his neck and I close my eyes, letting myself fall into the intensity of the orgasm.
James was right. Letting go of my control and transferring it to him is empowering. I'm shocked by how it crashes through me and takes over my body without remorse.
Little gasps and pants exhale from my throat as I ride the wave, ride James. I swoop my arms under his and latch onto his biceps, and my legs wrap around his calves as the pleasure wracks through my body so violently. What James can make me feel, I could almost cry from it.
Forty-Six
James took control of my body all night long in front of the mirror, continually insisting that he gets off by making me feel good, and I decided before I fell asleep that I would treat him in the morning. I never thought anything could be so erotic, but last night was intoxicating and something I wish I could have all the time. Although, I guess for the next year I can, but afterward…
Blinking, I brush the thought away, not wanting to think about that just yet.
Like most men, he's asleep with raging morning wood. I already know what I'm going to do, but before I climb on him, I allow myself to take in his naked body while he sleeps.
I don't know what time we went to bed—it was late—but it didn't take long for us to fall into a deep slumber. Limbs entwined, I don't think either one of us moved for hours.
As I watch the sunlight cascade over his masculine form, I wonder what goes on behind closed doors with his wife, because the way he took me last night was like a man starving to feel and a need to care for someone. It's not normal, and I can't help but feel bad and understand now why he pays for sex. No marriage should lack something like intimacy. His longing, his desire for something deeper, echoes through my veins. I want to give him what he wants. Almost like a craving to make him happy. Is it in his touch, the way he looks at me and accepts all of me without disgust? Or how he banters with me and it just feels so damn natural between us that I always want to do it?
Or is it just the fact that he's paying me?
I sigh, wishing I knew.
"Are you gonna get up and fuck me or are you gonna be lost in your thoughts all day?" James asks, his voice still groggy. I start giggling, not expecting that.
"You knew I was awake?"
He peeks at me with one sleepy eye, and smirks. My heart feels full looking at him.
"Yeah, sweetheart."
The smile falls
from my face a little at the nickname. I like when he calls me that, but now I wonder if he calls the other girls that too.
"What's wrong?"
I shake it off, casting my gaze down. "Nothing," I say as I get up on my knees and straddle him.
James helps me, and I can feel the weight of his eyes on me. He places his hands on my hips as I reach for his cock and slide down on it. We both groan at the warmth of us connecting, like it's where we're supposed to be, and take a moment to allow that powerful feeling to spread through our veins.
"Look at me." My eyes shift to his. "Tell me."
I swallow, licking my lips. "I just wondered if you call all the girls sweetheart, then I realized it's dumb to even wonder that because it's none of my business."
He thrusts into me, pulling my hips down to meet him. "Only you."
"Liar," I gasp.
