“Tell me, Rhiannon. Are you up for providing me with some pointers on missionary?”
Chapter 28 – Rhiannon
I know that this is a bad idea.?
I know doing this again with Cain is wrong when I haven’t given him an answer to his question. When I don’t know what we’re doing. When we continue to fall into each other’s arms like we’re meant to stay without knowing when the next time will be.
Doing this with a client, even if he made up his entire persona and lied to me about it, is probably unethical by someone’s standards.
But here I am, watching him undress and climb on top of me anyway as I nod my head eagerly, wanting to show himpointers when we both know that he doesn’t need any. When we’re together, we flow. There’s no second guessing or doubt.
The head of Cain’s thick, bare cock passes across my pussy, coating himself in my arousal.
“Open your legs wider for me.”
I drop my knees open, giving him more room, inviting him in. He presses the tip of his cock against me—just enough to breach, a teasing push that makes my breath catch. We both watch, transfixed, as he slides himself in slowly, my body still trembling and slick from my last orgasm.
He pulls out, strokes himself once with his hand gliding easily using the evidence of what he’s already done to me all down his shaft before lining up at my opening again. This time, he drives in deeper, inch by steady inch, until he’s fully seated, our bodies flush, pelvises pressed together, breath mingling, skin to skin.
The stretch burns in the most perfect way, a sharp ache that turns into something warm and consuming, something that feels like surrender.
“Fuck, Rhiannon. So tight. So good.”
My fingers fall to his neck, holding him in place, needing him to wait while I adjust to how big he is.
“Does it hurt?”
I shake my head. “No. It feels amazing. You feel amazing.”
He groans and lowers his head to my ear, whispering, “Does this feel this good because you’re a sex therapist and we’re role playing right now, or is it something else?”
Chemistry,I want to tell him, but I hold that thought back.
Some couples have it. Some couples lose it. And others will simply never have it no matter how much they want to. It’s something that can’t be faked.
But we aren’t a couple. What’s between us right now is simply months of tension, built upon fleeting moments of intimacy. Or that’s what I tell myself.
“Give me some pointers to make this even better, though I’m not sure how that’s possible,” he says softly, panting in my ear as he pulls his hips back and then sinks into me deeper. I reach between us and lightly tug on his balls. He groans in pleasure.
“Let me be on top.”
His arms wrap around my waist, rolling us both and hoisting himself on to his back to bring me along with him until he’s back inside of me, me on top.
I arch my back, and then grind down into his pelvis, working this angle to get more traction against my clit.
“This is the best position to get really good friction for women on their clitoris since they can control the depth of penetration while still having it stimulated.”
He grabs my hips and fucks me from the bottom as I meet each of his thrusts, the sound of my ass slapping against his thick, muscular thighs surrounds the room along with our heavy panting.
“I love it when you say words like penetration and tell me what feels good. I don’t think there’s anything sexier than listening to you tell me exactly what you like,” he says his beard rubbing against my breasts before taking one of my nipples into his lips and sucking.
“I love your tits, I love your mouth, I love your pussy.” His fingers fall to where we’re connected and press into my clit.
His free hand traces a path up my thigh, skimming over my hip, my ribs, then the side of my breast before wrapping around my throat. The pressure is firm and possessive, just enough to make my pulse stutter beneath his palm.
I move against him harder, leaning into his grip, chasing the edge I can feel building, the one he’s coaxing out of me with every thrust upward.
His grip tightens, my body trembles as the pleasure starts to crest and then he stops.
