Chapter Nine
Not Just A Job
I don’t recall how I went from sitting at the table to laying on the bed. I do know that my head was swimming and it wasn’t just thanks to my old friend the fermented potato.
David’s mouth was still moving leisurely over mine, occasionally sucking my lower lip between his teeth. He was lying next to me on his side, pressing the length of his body to mine, while one arm draped across me and the hand gently caressed my hip.
By that stage, I was beginning to return his kiss with an enthusiasm I didn’t have to fake. One of my hands had unconsciously smoothed up his chest and curled over his shoulder, while the other snaked around the back of his head and was pulling him that little bit closer. As I tightened my fingers, gripping a handful of his smooth, thick hair, a guttural groan reverberated from his open mouth to mine.
Fluidly, he eased his hand over the curve of my pelvis and began to confidently stroke his way down my thigh. When he reached my knee, he hooked his fingers behind my leg and pulled it upward. As his tongue slipped carefully over the roof of my mouth, he tugged my leg around his waist and placed the weight of his upper body on top of mine.
With a subtle, easy movement his thigh glided between my legs and the warmth of his flesh, even through clothing, caused my hips to jolt in search of a more satisfying contact.
With a noisy unclasping of wet mouths, he tenderly released his lips from mine and took several deep breaths. “You’re so beautiful,” he quietly said, his dangerously dark eyes staring intently at my face.
Even if my brain had been capable of coherent thought, I wouldn’t have known what to say in response. But with his fingers slowly curling around to my inner thigh and edging their way higher, it was all I could do to remember to breathe.
In the silent room, there were three sounds that would otherwise have gone unnoticed; David’s slightly labored breathing; my irregularly pounding heart and the soft grazing of large, masculine fingers moving over sheer nylon.
When he reached the lace tops of my stockings, the corners of his mouth twitched in a smile. Delicately, he traced the intricate swirling pattern with the backs of his fingers. “Do you mind if we leave these on?” he asked, his voice suddenly a pitch lower than it had been before.
“Of...of course,” I hoarsely responded, my eyelids flickering as the sensation he was creating on my inner thigh became enough to make me grip my bottom lip between my teeth. As he began to move again, creeping ever higher, the scorching heat of his touch seemed to burn the naked flesh of my upper thigh. It caused me to jump and he instantly withdrew his fingers.
“I’m sorry,” he said, smiling warmly.
“No, no,” I quickly spoke over his apology. “Don’t stop, I just...umm,” My chest began to move rapidly, as I got lost in his warm, gentle eyes. “It felt good,” I eventually whispered.
His face swept closer and his eyelids drifted closed before his lips melded to mine in a more insistent and passionate kiss. It was as if he’d gained in confidence, and as his tongue entwined with mine, his fingers resumed their journey up my inner thigh.
My brain could not keep up with what was happening or, more importantly, with the reactions my body was having to his actions. As the tip of his fingers reached the crease of my groin, and my hips bucked in response, I realized I no longer had any control.
He slipped his finger to the edge of my panties, and carefully worked his way beneath the lacy, black fabric.
Whimpering, I automatically opened my legs wider, as the soft pads of two fingers massaged the freshly waxed flesh of my outer lips.
Lifting his face from mine, David’s eyes sparkled. “Arianna,” he tenderly said, as he drew his fingers between my folds and found me damp. “You feel so good.”
This was nothing like I’d expected. I’d assumed a client would be solely interested in getting his pleasure, possibly at the expense of an escort, but certainly with no thought for sensitivity or sensuality – the things that were perceived as purely feminine desires.
“Oh, God,” he groaned, his index finger circling the rim of my entrance.
My back arched and my mouth fell open with a quiet sigh of need, while my hands gripped him more tightly. Only Paul had ever touched my sex, only Paul had ever entered me. Before that night, I’d believed that the touch of any other man would feel wholly wrong; that my body would reject the prospect and the whole ordeal would be forgettable at best and painful at worst. In fact, the reality was more exhilarating and arousing than I ever could have imagined.
David wasn’t treating me like a cheap whore nor was he behaving like a stranger who simply wanted to take something from me. And yet, on some level, I still felt sluttish and rather than wanting to run from that sensation I yearned for more.
“Arianna,” he whispered, his face coming back to mine and light kisses being placed along my jaw. “I know you said strictly protected sex,” he mumbled quietly, his lips tickling the top of my neck. “But how do you feel about oral?”
My eyes opened sharply and I was abruptly pulled from the sexy haze I’d been lounging in. Now, it seemed I was required to actually do something. It was a harsh reminder of the fact I wasn’t there to enjoy myself. It was work. “Umm,” I blabbered, while I tried to organize my thoughts.
“It’s just not the same with something between us,” he continued, rising his head and peering down at me. “And not that you have any reason to trust me, but I promise I’m safe.”
“I trust you,” I breathlessly replied, unsure why I felt so certain I could. Nevertheless, I believed him.
“So, it’s okay?” he asked, smiling hopefully.
His index finger was still circling my sex in slow, smooth, hypnotic motions. In that instant, I think I may have said ‘yes’ to whatever he asked. “All right,” I nervously offered, pushing myself into a sitting position.
Fellatio was not something I’d had much experience in. Paul had always wanted me to deep throat him and, after a few failed attempts, he decided he’d rather not bother with it at all. I was anxious about my ability to pleasure a man with my mouth, it had certainly never done much for my husband.
David, oblivious to my concerns, was also pushing himself into a seated position. Flashing a sexy grin at me, he placed both hands on my legs and lifted himself between them. “Just relax,” he softly instructed, his hands smoothing up my thighs and pushing my dress up with them. Carefully, he placed his thumbs in the elastic of my underwear and began to edge it off my hips.
“I...” I mumbled. “I thought you meant,” I added, fumbling gracelessly with my words.
“Oh,” he chuckled, sliding my panties over my knees and smoothing them all the way to my ankles. “This is okay, right?” he added, carefully lifting one of my stilletoed feet and tugging my underwear completely from me.
“Whatever you want,” I nodded, as my panties were removed from my opposite foot and tossed on the bed by his side.
His large hands returning to my waist, he encouraged me to lie back, while inching the dress just a little higher still.
I settled anxiously onto the mattress, my eyes not daring to look down at what he was doing. I was completely exposed to his hungry gaze; his silence and lack of movement as he seemed to carefully take in every detail of me, was unnerving.
However, eventually, he did move. Lifting one of my legs, he placed the knee on his shoulder, before shuffling closer to me. Turning his head to the side, he brushed his lips across the naked skin at the top of my stockings, creating sparks of electricity that shot up to the juncture of my thighs. He kissed his way steadily higher until, as if in slow motion, his tongue began to push its way between my plump folds.
“Ohh,” I moaned, my voice shaking and body convulsing slightly.
David responded with a rapid lick upward to my clit. It was so sensitive that the touch of his tongue made me feel as though I had been electrocuted and I shuddered beneath him. With a soft grunt, he drew lazy
circles across my tight bud, surprising me when he suddenly slipped the tip of one finger inside my entrance.
“God,” I yelped, unable to prevent the reflex to buck my hips.
It might have been no more than my imagination, but I was sure I could feel his lips smiling, as he gradually lapped more feverishly at my clitoris. Desperately, my hands darted down to his head and ran restlessly across his scalp. I had never experienced anything quite so intense in my life. I could feel the heat flushing my face, as I panted shallow breathes and exhaled weak groans and mutters of pleasure.
As he mixed up the rhythm and movement of his tongue, drawing long strokes rather than focusing solely on my tiny bud of nerve endings, he pushed his finger a little deeper. With a slight curve of his finger, he began rubbing at the front wall of my passage, causing yet more strong quakes of ecstasy to rock me.
I watched the top of his head as he slowly made his way back to my clit and began to move in strong, purposeful jerks. As his smooth, skillful tongue strummed at my engorged flesh, his finger rubbed harder and faster at the spongy skin inside my sex.
The ascent was quick; the heat inside me rocketed and my head span violently. When I felt that I was about to explode, I sucked in a deep breath and held it firmly in my lungs. My trembling limbs suddenly locked tight, my thighs clamped around David’s head, my fingers seized around handfuls of hair. As the molten pleasure sent warmth spilling through my body, my mouth fell open and I could not hold back the screeches of sheer joy. Meanwhile, my hips swayed, pressing more firmly against his mouth in an attempt to make the feeling last forever.
But it didn’t last forever. All too quickly, the feeling seeped to my extremities and dissipated through the tips of my fingers and toes. With that came a relaxing of the spasms that had claimed every inch of me and I finally released him. My head dropping back onto the bed, I gasped for air.
I was unaware of David slowly rising from his position between my legs and drawing his upper body level with mine. “You taste incredible,” he hummed, his lips close to my face.
Sluggishly opening my eyes, I found his features hanging a couple of inches over mine. His lips and the skin around them were moist and shiny from my arousal; his hair was mussed from where I’d viciously grabbed it and the sides of his face were a little red from my impersonation of a boa constrictor.
“Oh,” I muttered, my post-orgasm vision taking a while to focus. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to-”
“It’s fine,” he dismissed quickly. “It was a genuine reaction,” he added. “I love that.”
“Well,” I quietly hedged, my eyes leaving his and drifting to his mouth. “You’re very good,” I whispered, unsure whether I’d said the words aloud or if they’d remained in my head.
He laughed a little self-effacingly, his lower half gently pressing against mine. “I don’t know about that,” he mumbled. “But you’re incredibly responsive.”
I felt my eyebrows creep upward, as the swell of his groin suddenly made itself known against my inner thigh. I’d guessed he must have been aroused, but not having noticed the evidence of it, the suddenness of his shockingly hard member caught me by surprise.
“I want you,” he whispered.
“I’m all yours,” I replied breathlessly.
He lunged his head forward, claiming my mouth in a kiss that now tasted of both him and me. It was brief, but spoke of the heights of his desire. Quickly, he was pushing himself up, his hands already unfastening his shirt.
I followed him, sitting up and grabbing the bottom of his shirt. I rapidly unclasped some of the lower buttons, my shaky fingers meeting him somewhere in the middle. We both giggled as we fought over the last fastener. He won, making short work of the final button and peeling the white, crisp shirt off his shoulders.
He was very well built, with chiseled chest muscles and washboard abs. Unlike Paul, David had a neat pattern of dark hair that began at his collarbone and spread across his broad chest muscles. At his abdomen, a strip of finer hair drew a line between his abs and disappeared beneath the waistband of his pants.
As I realized I was staring at the incredibly sculptured, masculine torso before me, another revelation hit me. I’d always believed I preferred a smooth, hairless chest, but there was something so rugged and masculine about David’s torso. Something a little feral; animalistic and unspeakably sexy.
When my eyes finally made it back to his face, I found him smiling at me. “Will I do?” he asked, with a great deal of humor and just a small degree of nervousness in his tone.
“Oh, yeah,” I grinned. “You’ll definitely do,” I added, my hands reaching for his belt buckle and beginning to wrench it open.
Carefully, he took hold of my wrists, stilling my hands before peeling them away from him. When I followed his silent instructions, he gradually released me and in response to my confused and startled expression, he reached both arms around my back. With the finger and thumb of his right hand, he took hold of the tiny zipper at the back of my dress and leisurely pulled it down. As the bodice began to slacken, he used his left hand to coax the strap off my shoulder. As he did, he dipped his head forward and kissed the small piece of skin it had once covered.
I shrugged out of the opposite side, causing the front of my dress to fall in a puddle at my middle. The tiny straps had meant I’d had to forgo a bra and my breasts were now naked to his scrutiny. His eyes actually moved steadily between my bosom and my face, locking on the latter as he cupped one hand to each breast.
His fingers moved smoothly, massaging the globes of flesh with just the right amount of pressure. His thumbs meanwhile, rubbed teasingly over my nipples, prompting me to mewl plaintively. All too soon, his hands were gone, slipping down my torso and pushing the dress down. I lifted my butt, helping him ease it off my hips, then he swept it down my legs and over my feet with ease.
With the exception of my stockings and stilettos, I was completely nude. And I realized, as I glanced down my body, that the soft skin around my sex was glistening with the same fluid that had been spread around Ben’s mouth.
But that didn’t seem to bother him. He quickly shuffled back, slipping off the bed and reaching for the cabinet on the right side. Yanking open the top drawer, he enclosed something in his hand, before quickly closing it again. With his free fingers, he unbuckled his belt with ease and unfastened the fly of his pants. With the help of gravity, they quickly dropped to the floor and he kicked them, and his shoes, off.
“I’m sorry,” he said, gripping the thick elastic waistband of his boxer briefs and forcing them over his hips. “But I need you right now, I can’t wait any longer.”