“Morning” Brittany tried to appear bright and bubbly as she walked in, pausing to tie her hair up so that it wouldn’t fall onto his chest as she worked, as it had during their first session together.
“Morning,” Max replied in his deep, gentle voice. Brittany soaked up the sound, letting it envelope her like soft, sumptuous silk.
“Did you sleep okay?” she inquired politely as she began preparing her equipment.
“Well, I was alone. So no.”
Brittany paused, taking in a nervous breath, trying to hide her now blushing face. Was he flirting with her? Suggesting that he longed for her to be in his bed as much as she did? She told herself that she was being ridiculous and tried hard to plaster on a look of indifference as she turned around to face him.
“You think we’ll get this finished today?” he asked.
“I hope not.” Brittany realized she said that all too quickly but couldn’t remove her gaze from him. His eyes made her feel as though she was falling. She waited for a crack in his smile to tell her that he felt the same way or any response for that matter. But he just kept staring straight back at her.
Brittany dared to let her heart guide her, not giving her mind a second to tell her she was being crazy, that she was taking too great a risk. She approached Max and placed her bare hands upon his chest, which glistened with the dark freshness of his almost-complete tattoo. Max reached around her waist for her ass and gripped it, pulling her tight to him. When their lips connected the kiss wasn’t soft, it was intense, almost carnal. Brittany let his tongue hungrily press against hers as Max leaned back on the chaise lounge, pulling her with him.
She was straddling him as they kissed passionately, there was nothing romantic about this kiss; it was a longing. She could feel the bulge of his excited penis throbbing tantalizingly close to her. As his hands eagerly covered every inch of her body during their kiss, she wanted to throw off her clothes and just ride him then and there. There was something about Max. When she was around him the shy, uncertain girl of her past was gone. He made her feel liberated, made her feel like a woman.
They were still kissing as Max started to unbutton the blouse she was wearing. Brittany knew that she needed to stop things before they went too far. Anyone could walk in at any moment and if found in such a compromising position, she’d surely be fired. But instead of pulling away and ending their embrace Brittany was fumbling with the zipper of Max’ jeans, desperate to free his dick. When her hands finally clasped around it, she uttered a blissful sigh. Max was well endowed but not large enough to scare her. At school, Brittany had heard stories of guys being built like coke cans and she always feared how she’d react if she were presented with such an appendage.
But Max was perfect. His dick was rock hard and pink in her hands. She stroked it, teasing the tip.
“Let me fuck you,” Max growled deeply at her. “Let me fuck you so hard, you’ll come until you’re dizzy.”
That was all the invitation Brittany needed. She wriggled free of her jeans and panties, letting them drop to the floor. Max used his strong hands to guide her hips into place. She was still straddling him as he entered her. Brittany gasped as she felt the full length of him glide up within her. He was big enough to make her breath catch in her throat.
“Fuck! You feel amazing.” he said approvingly. Slowly, Brittany started to grind up and down his dick. With each rise of her hips, she felt a storm brewing inside her. Her whole body felt chaotically excited, the way you do on a rollercoaster when you’re slowly ascending towards the one big drop.
Max gripped her hips and pushed against her hard and fast. Brittany tumbled over the top of her rollercoaster. She leaned her head back as she fell and delighted shudders resonated through her body.
“Yes,” Max groaned as he fucked her. “Come for me. Fuck, yes,” his body tensed beneath Brittany. For a brief second he looked pained and then his expression changed to one of deep enthralling ecstasy.
“Wow,” he breathed.
“Yeah,” Brittany self-consciously tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear as she climbed off both Max and the chaise lounge. Now that their moment of passion had passed she felt nervous once more.
“That was,” Max was fastening his trousers back up, smiling to himself. “That was amazing,” he finished.
“Yeah,” Brittany was glancing nervously at her hands as if she no longer recognized them. Two weeks into her new job and she was having sex with a client on her work chair. Who was she?
“Look,” Max stood up and cupped her cheek with his hand. There was a tenderness in his voice which instantly soothed Brittany.
“What we just did was…admittedly a little crazy. Amazing. But still a bit crazy.”
Brittany nodded.
“How about you let me take you out to dinner tonight, maybe even take in a movie? So that next time we might wind up at my motel together instead of you risking losing your job? That sound like a deal?”
Brittany tingled at the thought of having sex with Max again. He was so powerful, so handsome, and God knows she fantasized about being in his motel room, so this would be like a literal dream come true.
“Yeah,” she agreed with a smile. “Deal.”