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I had already been raised to be prepared to trade my body for security as a wife. The difference now was I was trading my body for money to pay for my own security on my terms. Finally getting it together I called Tabatha and apologized. I assured her I would be available any time a client called for me.
I can’t stop wondering why last night had been so different than any other night of sex. As the hot water covers me, soothing me, my inner muscles flex. The memory of Grant inside me flashes hot and bright, leaving me trembling. I try to fight the thoughts swirling in my mind as I watch the water fill, only they won’t stop.
It wasn’t simply my orgasm, it was what lead to it and the moments after. Never before had I felt the desire to sink into a man’s skin until there was nothing separating him from me. Enough wasn’t enough of Grant. The scent of his body gave me a high. The feel of his skin below my fingertips sent electricity through me in a hum. Then there was the feel of his body over mine, the feel of his cock inside me as if he fit only to me. As if there had never been anyone before, would never be anyone after.
What the hell was going on? Was it a turning thirty thing? Was it because it’d been so long since I’d had sex? This is crazy. It needs to stop, and stop now. It’s only been one night. I need to get my head straight. If I keep this up he is going to freak out and end it before we begin. The worst thing a sugar baby could do in an arrangement is get emotional.
There is a knock at the open door of the bathroom. Grant is leaning against the door frame. He’s dressed in a black polo and jeans hanging low on his hips, barefoot. “Good morning.”
Suddenly, I’m shy. “Good morning.”
“I called down to a boutique in the building and they sent over some clothes for you. They just arrived. I wasn’t sure what you wanted and I didn’t want them to wake you. I had them put them in the free bedroom.”
“Thank you. They could have put them in here.”
His eyes darken, “I’m trying to remember you might be a little sore after this morning. I was inside you for so long I lost track of time. My apologies about that, you felt too damned incredible.
“Keeping this morning in mind, I’m going to stay right here. Even though I would really like to climb into that bath with you and fuck you again. I’ll go get the clothes now. Later on today we can get your stuff from your Airbnb.”
“I am a little sore. That’s why I’m in the bath. I’ll take another bath tonight though, before bed.” He gets the message and smile
s as he leaves.
Alone again, I hurry to get cleaned up. Thoughtfully, there are clean washcloths on the edge of the bathtub along with yummy smelling body wash. Getting out, I dry off and put the towel in a hamper.
Walking through to the closet, I find Grant hanging up the clothes. There are four dresses and as many shirts; many of them loose and stretchy. I’m happy to find there are a few maxi skirts, I adore how long and comfy these things are. I don’t find any jeans or shorts. “Are these the type of clothes you want me to wear?”
The question surprises him. “Well, I would like you to not wear anything. However, since you naked would make it hard for me to get any work done, I want you to wear what you want to wear. It’s a small boutique, these are what they thought would fit you comfortably. This is going to be hard to believe, but it was an honest mistake forgetting to order panties and bras.”
I love his answer. I smile as I shrug, “Naked is, for the record, totally acceptable for me. I don’t actually like lingerie. Even though I know I’m going to regret it when I’m older I hate bras and only wear them when I have to leave the house, same with panties. Normally, when I’m home alone, I wear just a long stretchy shirt or a stretchy camisole with silky pajama bottoms and nothing else. I love these skirts for when I need to leave the house.”
He closes his eyes and shakes his head. His words are a growl. “Come here.”
I go, loving the way his eyes roam over my naked body. My breasts are heavy, throbbing, nipples pouting, begging for his mouth. Roughly, he grabs me and sets me on the island in the middle of the huge closet.
His kiss is hungry, as if it were weeks rather than hours since our last kiss. I wrap my arms around his neck, loving the feel of him against me. His hands are roaming over me, one teasing a tight nipple as the other runs over my stomach. When he ends the kiss I moan my dismay.
“Are you really as wet as you smell?” Hot air against my ear follows his question as he sucks the soft flesh then nibbles. I nod even as I’m trembling from what he does to me.
Grant swears, then he’s pulling my legs over his shoulders. Greedy, hungry, his mouth ravishes me, moaning about finding me wet. His left hand holds me open to him. In the mirrors lining the walls, I see his other hand; it’s wrapped around his cock, jacking it by turns slowly then roughly. Holy shit, I can’t take my eyes off what he’s doing to himself. It’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.
My hips move aggressively beneath him now. “I want to watch you. Please, let me watch.”
Grant lifts his head, looking dazed. “What?”
I point to the place in the mirror where I can see him. “I want to watch you. Please?”
“Fuck, yes. Okay.” He lets go of his cock. His fingers find their place inside me as his mouth comes back to me, sucking hard on my inner labia as his velvet tongue sweeps over me. Even as his hands dig deep into my hips to hold me in place, his mouth moves on me with languid hunger. I’m a feast he’s enjoying, deeper his tongue moves, reminding me all over again of how his cock felt inside me.
Oh god, I fight the shame over how much my body wants him, over what he’s doing to me. Grant’s moans of how good I taste, of how much he can’t get enough slams the door shut on shame. Nothing has ever felt so good, so right. Nothing matters but what Grant thinks and he loves it. So I do, too. Then his tongue swipes my clit and thought disappears.
I’m on the edge, so close. Pressing harder, his fingers push me over the edge as his teeth nip at my swollen clit and I scream. I barely notice the hard counter as Grant moves back. He grabs a white undershirt off the shelf and I watch with a blush as he cleans his face of the result of his mouth on me. His chuckle runs up my spine as he runs his tongue over his lips. When he wraps his hand around his cock all laughter disappears.
Once again, I’m filled with desire to know what he tastes like. What would it be like to have him in my mouth, to please him as he did me. It feels like he’s doing it in slow motion, down then up, taking a swipe at the tip working the precum down. He’s so thick even his large hand doesn’t wrap all the way around. In my mind I’ve thought of other cocks I’ve seen as angry, gross, ugly. Grant is mouthwatering, from the perfectly shaped mushroom flared head to the long throbbing vein that runs the length of him. I can’t take my eyes off him. He comes with a grunt of my name. I watch in fascination at the jerking and throbbing of his cock. His release of come is as fascinating as it scary, he catches it with the tee shirt he had wiped his mouth with.
Tossing the shirt away, he tugs his jeans back up but doesn’t bother to zip them. They are open and loose. Stepping between my open legs he nuzzles my neck. “You really liked that. I love watching how your nipples harden when you get turned on.” I nod with a moan as I run my hand down his stomach and into his boxer briefs, cupping him. God, even limp he’s impressive, intimidating. Grant grunts my name. “Are you trying to kill me here?”
I shake my head, pressing a kiss against his chest. “I just wanted to thank you for letting me watch you. That was the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. Hmm... you’re bare, so soft yet hard and hot.”
