Rex

Felicia is the first woman who has been in my bedroom in years. That was the first rule—I always went to the client’s home. My second rule was never dating anyone, because I couldn’t imagine finding a woman who would truly accept my profession. Maybe I was wrong, but there really wasn’t any room for a relationship outside of work anyway. Leading her to the foot of my bed, I feel the anticipation building within me. With clients, there was always the pressure to deliver a positive outcome, but this is completely different. Not only do I want her to have a fantastic experience, but I want her to beg for more instead of being satisfied and getting on with her life.

She gives me a hesitant smile as I cup her cheek and gaze into her eyes. “Are you sure you’re ready for this?”

“I’ve been thinking about it for the last nine days,” she replies, referring to how many days it’s been since we first met. “Since having my first orgasms with that dildo, I’ve been thinking about whether a real man can do it for me.” A playful smile pops onto her lips as she’s impressed by her own wit.

“I’m sorry, but that’s why I let you try it out,” I confess. “I was hoping you wouldn’t be able to live without it.” I turn her away from me and begin to unbutton the back of her dress. “I love these short skirts you wear. They’re even hotter when you’re barefoot,” I whisper, kissing the side of her neck.

“You’re giving me goose bumps.” She giggles, shrugging away from my lips. I love a woman with a sensitive neck. I unhook her bra and guide it, along with her dress, down her arms and onto the floor. My cock strains against my clothing as I run my hands down the sides of her body, stopping at her shapely ass, which is accentuated by a tiny black thong. Kip must be out of his fucking mind is my only thought as I move back up her body to cup her breasts while going back to kissing her neck.

This time, the combination of kissing while caressing her nipples between my fingers leads to a series of soft moans. “Oh, my God,” she gasps, her breaths becoming staggered and her body leaning back into me. I run one hand down her mid-section until it glides over the lacy material of her thong. Her moist heat radiates against my fingers as they glide between her soft mounds. “Wait,” she says when I slip my fingers beneath the fabric. She turns and gives me a disconcerted look. “You have to get naked with me.”

“Of course.” I drop my hands to my sides as she begins to methodically unbutton my shirt from top to bottom. She looks at me with pure lust in her eyes, which does nothing to ease the pressure below. I swear I can feel my pulse as the tension continues to build between us. My eyes are pried from her perky tits once she pushes my shirt off my shoulders and down my arms. “Careful, there’s a lot of built up pressure down there,” I tease as she grabs hold of my belt and begins to undo it.

“Good. That’s what I was hoping for.” That naughty grin returns as she unbuttons my pants, slowly lowering the zipper and slipping her fingers inside. “Good lord, that is a lot of pressure,” she murmurs, running her fingertips down the front of my underwear.

“You’d better let him out or something’s going to give,” I tell her, the strain growing increasingly uncomfortable.

She drops to one knee and her eyes widen as she pulls down on my waistband and is greeted by my very excited cock. “Well, this looks quite familiar,” she quips, taking it in one hand and guiding the tip past her lips. “I’ve been wondering if you were the model,” she informs me after pulling back momentarily.

“If I only would’ve known, I would’ve given you a peek even sooner,” I reply, feeling a rush of exhilaration at the sight of my engorged head once again moving past her lips. “That feels incredible.” She slowly takes in about half of my length before pulling back and looking up with wide eyes. “You’re doing great, just take it easy,” I assure her, not expecting her to take me balls deep on the first try. Just seeing her on her knees before me is enough to make me crazy with lust, even crazier than I already have been.

She takes the base of my cock in one hand and begins to stroke it with the other while teasing my head with her tongue. I’m so used to being the one in charge of orchestrating the pleasure that it takes me a moment to relax and enjoy the experience. She continues to increase the intensity, turning a pleasurable experience into one of sheer bliss. Part of me wants her to take me to fruition so I can blast my load down her throat, but that would be one-sided.

“Come here, baby.” I reach down for her and lift her back to her feet. “I want our first orgasm to be mutual.” I catch the sides of her thong with my fingers and push it down her long, shapely legs. After they hit the floor, I sweep her off her feet and carry her to the bed, pushing the covers back with one hand.

“I’ve never been so excited,” she says as I ease her onto her back and move up the length of her body until we are face to face. The tip of my cock is strategically resting against the slick heat between her legs as my lips take hers. I kiss her with all the passion that is burning within me, her long blonde hair woven between my fingers. “God, I want you,” she gasps as our lips part after an extended kiss. “You’re driving me crazy.”

I don’t say a word, but my lips travel down her neck and over to a taut nipple. She lets out a sigh as I caress one of them between my upper lip and tongue, keeping my now pulsating cock resting against her. “You have beautiful breasts,” I whisper, switching sides to keep both nipples fully erect. They are a perfect handful, and I have a thing for sensitive nipples. It makes it easier to drive them crazy. After lingering long enough to pry a few more moans from her lips, I continue to kiss my way down her body. There is nothing sexier than seeing her abdominal muscles beginning to twitch upon reaching her most sensitive flesh. I have to remind myself to slow down and take my time. It’s been awhile, and I find myself overly eager.

I softly encircle her clit with my tongue, watching her abdominal muscles for clues as to what she likes best. She releases a moan as my focus travels down the length of her slit, pausing momentarily before working my way back to the top. This time, her reaction is much more intense when I reach her clit, so I know she is one who responds well to variety. After a few more minutes of oral pleasure, I kiss my way back up the center of her body. I linger once again on her nipples while continuing to work her clit with my middle finger. “Oh, God, that feels good.” She moans breathlessly as I continue stroking her while moving back and forth between her nipples.

I push my fingers inside her in search of the little telltale bumps that lead to the magic spot. Within the first dozen finger strokes using a come-hither motion, her back begins to arch and her legs begin to tremble. It’s immediately obvious that this is a new experience for her as she moans uncontrollably and her hips begin to gyrate. I switch nipples and grin against her skin as I anticipate the first orgasm of the evening. “Oh, my God, don’t stop!” she begs as I continue to work what I call the golden triangle. Nothing makes me harder than hearing a woman begging for more. After coming close a couple of times, I realize that it’s going to take more than a finger to push her over the edge. My cock is pulsating to the rhythm of my heartbeat as I pause to slip on a condom.

Within seconds, I retake those gorgeous lips which continue to release soft moans as I reposition myself between her legs. I find myself in a state of utter anticipation as I ravish her lips. Somehow, I’ve known since the moment I met her that something about this woman is special. The light in her eyes, the fact that she initially comes off as a prude, and the challenge that comes with breaking a woman like her. I admit that I cheated, sending a prototype of my cock home with her to test out. The next morning, the light in her eyes had taken on a lustful component. Working together for the past eight days without making the slightest advance had kept the desire growing, which is why our chemistry is so electric tonight. The tension in the air has been as thick as maple syrup all night as we both struggled to contain our desires.

I cradle her head in my hands and kiss her lips softly while pushing partway inside her. A warm wave greets my swollen head as I begin to slowly and deliberately massage the same area that I had been working earlier. She immediately gasps, but I squelch it with my hungry lips. I slip my tongue past her lips and it is immediately greeted by hers. I begin moving my hips just slightly while our tongues tease each other. Her body becomes noticeably rigid and her breathing staggers as I continue plying her with the shallow, focused strokes that have always served me well. “Oh, fuck . . . fuck!” she cries into my lips, surprising me. She’s definitely not the type who throws around the f-bombs.

“Just let go,” I coax her, pulling back from her lips. I want nothing more than for her to relax and just let it happen. I tilt my hips, increasing the intensity even more without altering the length of the stokes. Her body begins to tremble once again, so I kiss her hard, devouring her lips while keeping the rhythm steady in an effort to drive her over the edge. She continues to show all the signs, but I slowly come to the realization that she’s not going to make it easy. Once I sense that the intensity is fading, I move to her neck and take the tender flesh beneath her earlobe between my lips. I suck and kiss my way along her neck, releasing a fresh set of moans from her lips. I feel the passion burning within me, desperately wanting to bring her to fruition.

“No hickies,” she warns, letting me know that her head is not in the right place. I pull back, resting on my elbows and looking her in the eyes.

“I would never give you a hickey,” I reply with a frustrated smile. “Now relax.” I kiss her lips softly as I push all the way inside her, releasing an immediate moan and shudder from her. The fact that she had admitted to several orgasms with the dildo is leaving me a bit flustered. I’ve never encountered a woman whom I couldn’t crack, and I’m not about to strike out for the first time tonight. Cradling her head in my hands once again, I kiss her softly as I begin delivering the full-length strokes that are sure to bring her to fruition.

Having been dealt crushing defeats early on in life has made me especially adept in winning through persistence. I kiss her passionately, encouraging her to let go as I continue to fuck her with everything I have to offer. She begins to moan and tremble once again, so I’m determined to capitalize on it this time. In a last-ditch attempt, I reach back with both arms and grab hold of her ankles. In the past, I’ve found this to be the ultimate position in this situation, and it produces immediate results. Her moans turn to cries as I buck my hips and draw her nipple deep into my mouth. As soon as her cries let up, I switch sides and do the same to her other nipple. Immediately, her body begins to shake, so I persist in search of mutual bliss.

Suddenly, an overwhelming urge hits me, and it becomes obvious that I’m coming to the end of the runway without achieving liftoff. I deliver several final desperate strokes before burying myself deep within her as my cock begins to pulse, releasing the enormous buildup of tension. I collapse onto her, drawing in a number of deep breaths in an attempt to recover from one of the strongest orgasms of my life.

“That was incredible,” she whispers as I lift myself from her and our eyes meet.

“You’re incredible,” I reply, feeling a surge of mixed feelings. Even though it was easily the most passionate and heartfelt sex of my life, I feel deeply discouraged by my inability to bring her to fruition. I’ve always thought of one-sided sex as incredibly unfulfilling, and I never wanted to be one of those guys who takes without giving something greater in return. I give her another passionate kiss, my cock still buried deep within her. I know I should pull out, but she immediately responds once I begin moving within her. I go back to the short strokes that are focused on her G-spot.

“Oh, God,” she exclaims, her body reacting much more intensely than the first time. “Don’t stop,” she adds as I continue while kissing her softly and keeping my eyes locked with hers. Her expression begins to change, and I immediately know that she is there. I bite tenderly at her bottom lip as she finally releases and her body convulses beneath me. The expression on her face as it happens is one that will forever be burned into my memory. It’s as if a long-standing wall had suddenly come crashing down, and tears immediately flood her eyes.

“Thank you,” I whisper, a feeling of immediate contentment washing over me. “That was so beautiful,” I add as silent tears continue to stream from her eyes. I slip out from between her legs and lie down next to her, wrapping my arm around her and kissing the side of her cheek. My hand continues to move along the curves of her body as an overwhelming feeling of satisfaction floods through my body. For the first time in my life, I feel complete contentment. I feel that if I could lie here forever, just caressing her body, it would be enough.

After sharing a silent few moments of mutual appreciation, she finally turns her head, giving me a kiss on the lips. “Thank you,” she says, returning the sentiment. “That’s the first time a guy has done something just for me.” We continue to embrace one another, unable to keep our hands and lips to ourselves. Doing something that I’ve never done before, I close my eyes and continue to hold her tight. The warmth of her body radiating against mine helps me to immediately drift into a deep, blissful sleep.