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Our eyes meet and I start breathing a little heavier. "You have more? Can I see?" My eyes drop to his chest and I wonder what he has hidden under that sexy shirt. "I want to know about all of your moments."
I wait, but he doesn't move. Glancing up, he tilts his head to the side, his experienced eyes focusing on my mouth. He blinks like he's deep in thought. With his other hand, he places his knuckles under my jaw and lifts my mouth to his ever so seductively slow that it takes my breath away.
James is a taker, and he slips his tongue between my lips without waiting for approval. I kiss him a little differently, not so detached in the way I am with the other clients or one-night stands, and stroke him with passion, pushing myself into him, letting myself revel in the moment. My hand on his ink moves, my nails delicately dancing over his skin. He cups my arm, the warmth of his touch surging into me. His kiss is potent, igniting a flurry of hunger in me. I rise up, and he's already moving his hands to my waist to lift me to straddle his hips.
I devour him with the same intensity he does me, which only backfires, making me weak for his skilled kisses. My fingers thread through his hair and his hands skim up my backside to cup my neck. He applies pressure and my body becomes pliant. I love a man with strength, and the way he's gripping my waist and neck makes me melt inside.
My backless dress is daring, and his fingers don't ignore an inch of it. I roll my hips into his, purring when I feel his erection straining against his zipper. He groans and I feel it vibrate in his chest. This connection between us isn't like my other jobs or quickies with randos. It's different, and I feel myself connecting more with him than any of the others.
Breaking the kiss, I'm breathing a little heavier than usual. "I want to see more of your moments. Show them to me. Please."
I'm too turned on by him and my head is too hazy to tell if I'm doing what I'm supposed to for him, rather than myself.
"I had other plans for you today, you know," he says, his voice hoarse and low, and God, I fucking love it so much. I love the way he's looking at my mouth as he talks to me. "I’d planned to just fuck you until you couldn't walk and then send you on home, but something tells me you're the kind of woman I'll need to spend hours upon hours pleasing."
"I think you drank too much," I giggle. "Why would you want to spend hours pleasing me? It’s my job to please you."
James looks at me, his hips still purposely moving into mine, teasing my already wet pussy. It's a slow, decadent roll and I give it back just as good as I’m getting. His eyes are heavy, and his hand on my lower back guides me into him as if we're fucking. I place a hand on his chest in an attempt to stop the climax that's building inside me and catch sight of another tattoo. My fingers move the collar of his shirt to get a better view and see that he has quite a few tattoos there. They all have meaning to him, he’d said, and I'm curious to know more.
"Because your pleasure is what turns me on. I can't fuck someone who doesn't feel as good as I do and get off on it. I need to feel you come on my cock. I need to see how you look, the expression on your face when I'm fucking you so hard that you beg me to stop. I want your back to arch so my dick goes deeper and I can feel your cum soaking my cock. I need to feel your pussy contracting as I come inside you. I can make you feel things you've never felt before, Valentina, but only if you let me. If you don't feel what I do when I’m fucking you, then there's no point." He pauses, and I'm fucking breathless.
No man has ever spoken to me like that—with heat that only an experienced man has ever felt—and I suddenly wonder why I've never been with someone older.
"I want you to feel as good as I do when we fuck, and trust me, we will fuck, Valentina. I'll never just expect you to satisfy me without making your time with me just as memorable. I want you to take as much as I give. I want to make you feel all those things, and in time, I think I can." His eyes shift back and forth between mine. "I don't know what it is about you, but I want the moment."
Leaning in, I kiss him harder than I’d ever planned to kiss a client, tugging on his bottom lip with my teeth. His words. Fucking hell, I like the way he talks to me. James has made it clear that he’s a take charge kind of guy, wanting to give and receive in the same fashion, and I respect that. I think about how he captures life in moments, and I realize that's something I want to start doing. I have the opportunity now with this job. Maybe I can even make moments with Grammy too.
I also want to give him a moment he'll never forget, so I deliberately kiss him like I'm a woman making intense love to his mouth and not just some cheap whore riding his cock. Kissing him deep and provocatively slow, I show him I'm as good as he thinks, and maybe even a little better.
Reaching between us, I run my fingers ove
r his bulge. His legs widen even farther in his seat and the material of his pants pull tight so I can get a good feel of his length. He's angled back but his body is wide and strong. I roll my hips into him like I'm giving a lap dance and kiss him deeper still.
James grabs my wrists and places them behind my back, securing them tightly. My eyes roll shut and I whimper at the feeling of being restrained by such a strong man. He threads his fingers through the my hair with his free hand and gives it a good tug, breaking our kiss. I arch my back and push my breasts forward. He doesn’t hold back as he bites one of my pointed nipples through the fabric of my dress.
My thighs clench and I let out a soft moan. James releases my nipple and licks a wet trail up the column of my neck, his teeth nipping my flesh along the way. His fingers loosen their hold in my hair and he guides me up to meet his gaze. Our eyes lock and something flashes in his, almost like awareness, but I'm not sure. Exhaling through parted lips, we breathe into each other. I'm turned on, wanting to come just like this.
"That look right there is what's got my dick hard. Your body responding to my touch. You feel good and I feel good, sweetheart. It's that simple," he says, his voice raw and hot.
I love the way he talks. He's so New York and has that natural swagger to him, even when he's simply speaking.
I have to get my bearings together and get his focus off me. It's too much and I don't know where to go from here. I wish there was a handbook for times like this. Then again, how often is someone in my line of work actually attracted to their client?
"James, let me make you feel good," I say, a little breathless. "I bet I can make you feel better than anyone else ever has."
I tug on my wrists, but he holds them tighter. A shiver rolls through me. Under normal circumstances I'd be filled with panic, but for some reason, I'm not afraid of James.
James smirks. "I bet you could, but I bet I can make you forget your name. Tell me something, Valentina, do you like being restrained during sex? If I secured your arms and took power over your pleasure, your thoughts, your body, so that all you can do is feel what I'm doing to you, would you come?"
I swallow hard and take note of the devious grin growing on his face. My hips are still rolling over his, his cock stroking my clit just right. God, I want to come.
"I bet you would come hard," he states, his voice breaking me down.
I know I would. My eyes threaten to flutter shut and my heart leaps. I don't like the thought of it, I love the thought of it. But doing something like that requires trust between two people and it’s not something I'd ever give to a client. It’s not something I’m allowed to give a client. And I don't have an issue with kinky sex, but he isn't going to handcuff me to a bed or practice shibari on me. I made sure to make that explicitly clear to Christine when we went over my hard limits.
"You're a conqueror, aren't you, James?" I ask, my voice a husky whisper. "You like to control? Do you want to dominate me?" His eyes flash with something wicked and a smile spreads across my face. "Unfortunately for you, I don't have a submissive bone in my body, which I'm sure you've already noticed. A meek and docile person I am not."
His fingers on my neck press into my skin, just hard enough to illicit a soft sigh from me.
