I nipped at his bottom lip. “Who says you shouldn’t? It’s just you and me here. Nobody will ever know what we do. Tell me what you want.” Nibbling on his earlobe, I let my hands drift down his sides in a slow caress before coming together to give his cock a squeeze. “Do you want me to do this?”
His eyes rolled back in his head as he thrust against my hand, silently requesting more.
Stroking his cock through his trousers, I kissed his chin, and then his neck. “You can have anything you want from me. I’ll never judge you or tell you no. I’m all about your pleasure. What’s your dirtiest desire?”
There were some clients I wouldn’t make this offer to, but Rishi was safe. I knew he would never take things too far or hurt me. He was just a good guy trying to understand his sexual appetite.
His breath hitched. I could almost see an idea forming in his mind as he claimed my mouth. Deepening the kiss, he walked us past the living room area. Stopping beside the desk, he released my body to clutch the thin material of my dress. Ending the kiss long enough to flash me a devious smirk, he tugged. Fabric bit into my shoulders as it shredded before falling to the floor.
He enjoyed literally ripping my clothes off. He’d discovered this kink two sessions ago, and I was prepared for it now. He’d compensate me for the expense, and although I liked the dress, the way his eyes lit up made it well worth the sacrifice.
“Your body is too beautiful for clothing.” His voice had deepened with desire, and his open admiration heated my core.
I slid one hand to my breast, tweaking a nipple, while the other dropped to my bare pussy. He watched as my fingers stroked my folds.
“Does that feel good?” he asked.
Throwing my head back, I nodded. “So good. Don’t you ever touch yourself, Rishi?”
“Sometimes. When I’m alone.”
It was time to push him even further out of his comfort zone. “Finding your own pleasure is important.” I dipped a finger inside my pussy, getting the digit wet before sliding it seductively up my body and popping it into my mouth. Moaning, I made a show of licking my finger clean.
His nostrils flared. “What do you taste like?”
“Would you like to find out?”
His nod seemed uncertain.
Biting my lip so I wouldn’t smile, I fingered myself again before giving him a taste. His eyes widened as he sucked off my juices.
Releasing my finger with a pop, Rishi growled, “Turn around.”
All too ready for whatever he wanted to do to me, I spun and looked out the window. This side of the building faced the Rideau Canal and the Parliament building beyond that. Between the lush trees, the water, and our sixth-story view, it was so peaceful up here.
“Lean against the window.”
I did as I was told, pressing my erect nipples to the cold glass. The shock felt good. Sucking in a breath, I forgot about everything else.
Rishi’s hands roamed my body, petting, squeezing, stroking. I heard him drop to his knees behind me as he gripped my thighs. Before I could look back and see what he was up to, his face slid between my legs like he was a mechanic and I was an engine he was about to service. Leaning back on his hands and looking up at me, he gave me a shy smile before the wet heat of his tongue landed on my folds. Surprised, I gasped. His touch was soft and hesitant, like a child exploring his boundaries. As his confidence grew, his mouth clumsily navigated my most sensitive area, probing, tasting. I let out a moan of appreciation, and his tongue dipped inside my channel before stroking my folds again. Each lick grew more confident, and before I knew it, he was attacking my pussy like it was his first meal in days.
Rishi wanted to bring me pleasure. I could feel it in every lick and suck.
Determined to give him what he wanted, I closed my eyes and focused on the sensations of cold, hard glass against my nipples and his hot, wet tongue on my pussy. Sex was more than just another way to make money. It was an art form. A way to express myself in a giving and taking of pleasure without the possibility of heartbreak.
Sex was the only safe way I could feel a connection anymore.
Amelia and Selina both fell away and for a moment,Iexisted.
Pressure built. I fought it as long as I could, wanting to stay in that moment.
But finally, I couldn’t take it anymore. I exploded.
Finished, Rishi pushed himself back between my legs and stood, tracing his hands up the back of my thighs, over my ass, and up my back to my shoulders.
With weak knees and drooping eyelids, I stayed pressed against the window. “That felt amazing.”
“I enjoyed it as well. Very much. It’s not what I expected. You taste sweet.”
