She wasn’t good with words.Best to take that back. June was a pro at words. She could sweet-talk any client and get them to open their wallet for her. That was easy. What she couldn’t do was impart her feelings to someone.What feelings?June did her best to keep them quashed in the bottom of her chest, where they wouldn’t bother anyone, least of all her. So when Sette wanted to get all wordy earlier, the first thing she thought of was having sex. Sex was the perfect way to convey whatever it was she felt. June didn’t even need to understand her feelings. All shedidknow was that she liked it when Sette shared her body…
She also liked it when she gently pushed her down and knelt between her legs.
Like anything else, June charged clients for the privilege of going down on her. Not as much as she charged to do it to them, of course, but no sex act went by without a charge of some kind. Most clients didn’t bother. They weren’t there to please her, to celebrate her body or what it could do.If in doubt, get lube. June was never in a hurry to see clients as selfish as that again – unless their pocketbooks were huge – but she always took the time to remember the ones who asked if they could give to her as she gave to them.
Today, she wasn’t charging Sette for anything other than the date. That had been arranged through Monique, who said to treat this outing as if she were with her patron and only taking the monthly fee. And the sex, but whatever.
The way Sette made love to her down there, however, was unlike anything June had experienced with a client in her many years in this career. The few who had ever made a show of eye contact and the languid kind of licks that sent a girl into the stratosphere were usually doing it for their own egos… to provethat they were viable lovers for a woman as experienced as her. It wasn’t actuallyforher. With Sette, she felt like…
Felt like…
She cried Sette’s name, legs shaking around her head, and hands snatching her hair. Rare for her to come that hard from oral.
Her brain was sufficiently fried by the time Sette climbed onto the bed with her, asking if she was ready. How the hell could she not be? She had been ready for hours. Days. Years, without realizing it. Almost fifteen years in this business, and she was now discovering someone who actuallymade loveto her.
Not that it mattered. Sette was a client, first and foremost. A potential source of major income, and not in the sense of marrying her.If I did marry her, though, I would be set for life. A doctor’s money? Who gave a fuck if she never made a cent off the paintings! The woman was so careful with her money that it would last forever.
Oh my God, why am I thinking about marrying her?Because Sette was on top of her? Because she was tearing off their clothes and fucking June on her bed? How long had she been waiting to have her here? In her den of the single life? How long? Did Sette think about her every day? Did she touch herself to June, and only her?
How long would such revelry last?
Don’t think. Just do.
June threw herself into sex more than she usually did. She knew that she was safe in Sette’s arms. She could let her guard down. June didn’t have to worry about Sette going where she shouldn’t, or that she had to brace herself for something uncomfortable. Sette wasn’t an asshole. She didn’t think June owed her body because someone paid her money for sexual services. In fact, the only reason she even paid her for anythingwas because she had been drawn to her… in some artistic fashion.
Begging didn’t come naturally to June. She often had to remind herself to do it for clients, particularly those who paid for her to act that way. With Sette, all she had to do was fuck her, and June begged for her to go deeper, faster, harder. The woman was as good rough as she was delicate.I hate people like that.They threatened to make her fall for them. Not that one ever succeeded.
This is what it feels like to have sex because you really want to, isn’t it?
The thought had barely entered her head before she came, her body clinging to Sette’s, refusing to let her go.
“Please…” She didn’t know what she was begging for now, but she was down from her high and still needed Sette. The idea that she could leave her, even physically… what kind of torture had the universe devised?
“Do you want me, my love?” Sette asked, still in desperate need of her own climax. I can help you with that. Fuck her again, would she?I want to ride this bitch until I fall off the mare.At the rate things were going, June would fuck her all damn night. “Or is it all an act?”
June wrapped one hand around Sette’s neck, bringing her down to her lips, to her whole body. “I’m good, but I’m not that good,” she said. No way could she force herself to act like this with a normal client. That required a level of skill unheard of even to her. “I want you, Sette. Do whatever you want to me. I’m yours for the taking.” The plundering, the ravaging, the defiling…
When June wanted someone to rough her up in bed a little, she damn well meant it!
Sette’s hand dug beneath her hips. “Whatever I want?”
“Do it, damnit!”
It was going to happen eventually. At some point, one of her potential patrons would want to flip her over and fuck her somewhere new. She never thought it would be Sette. With fingers. And her mouth.
“That other woman ever fuck your ass?” Her hiss combined with the way she tugged her hair made June’s mouth fall perpetually open. “Because I want every part of your body, June.”
She gasped, her body stiffening, then relaxing, then anticipating what Sette could truly do to her. Sette’s fingers rubbed against her flesh. This woman demanded something new for their time away from the Manoir, and by hell, June was inclined to give it to her.
“She hasn’t.” The thought of Miquela going at her ass was enough to make her clench.I’d have to charge her double with that thing.“You better beat her to it.”
Although June could consider about anything sexy, she never thought a woman fucking her in the ass could be romantic. Yet when Sette completely consumed her, her delicate touch turning merciless once she had the purchase she pursued, all June could do was submit herself to her will and ride out the thrill awaiting her.
With one hand holding herself up and the other reaching beneath her stomach to stroke her clit, Sette fucked her until June officially saw nothing but the white, hot light of oblivion.
Breath was hard to come by for a long time afterward. June remained looped around Sette’s body, living in her scent and determined to commit every inch of skin to memory. She threaded fingers through her hair, lightly touched her hairline,and tugged on Sette’s earlobes until she was too tired to lift her arm. The townhouse was so quiet that June almost missed the padded footsteps of servants in the hallway and laughter echoing in the hallowed halls of the Manoir.There’s no such thing as complete silence there.
A question burned on her lips.
