sensation covered my right breast and then I felt the nip of his teeth pinching the skin. A fresh bout of desire leapt from where he plucked and sucked straight down the length of my torso to settle hotly between my thighs. My clit throbbed and ached, primed for the moment he’d touch me there . And I knew he would. If I knew anything about Alec Dubois, I knew he loved the taste of me on his tongue.
For long minutes, Alec feasted on my breasts, sucking, plucking, massaging, and biting down on the tips until they were ripe, red, little strawberries ready to be eaten. My hips rotated in the air, searching for something, anything to relieve the ache.
“Alec,” I pleaded, and he grinned against my nipple, sucked hard, and then pulled away. When I opened my eyes, I knew what he must have seen. A woman who was ready to be fucked. Only Alec didn’t fuck, he made love and told me so repeatedly.
His hands went to his jeans where he unbuttoned and pushed them down his toned thighs. The thick knob of his cock was weeping at the tip when it sprang free of its denim confinement. I leaned forward and licked the pearly drop, groaning at the remembered taste.
“ Oui, mon amour , take the edge off so I can gorge on you.”
I was on my hands and knees when he tunneled his fingers into my hair and thrust into my mouth. I took him deep, so deep he slipped down my throat the way he liked. “ Si bon .” So good, he said. And he wasn’t wrong. It was unbelievably good to be servicing Alec. His taste, his scent, reminded me of amazing times, of great sex, and a lot of laughter, love, and friendship. All of the things I needed in my life now. With Alec, I wasn’t alone.
I doubled my effort taking long laps of his length, and worshiping the tip, sucking every drop of precum like a kitty with tiny little flicks to a saucer of cream. He watched me take his length over and over. When I looked up from my position, his nostrils were flared, his eyes intense half-lidded slits, his mouth a firm slash, twisting into ecstasy as he powered into my mouth. I took what he gave and loved every second of it. Then, with no warning, he never did warn before, he pressed deep and filled my mouth to the brim with his essence. Hot bursts of his seed rushed down my throat. I swallowed reverently, milking him for every drop until his hand turned into a fist at the roots of my hair and pulled me off his cock.
“Oh, ma jolie , I’m going to show you again how to love yourself, and others, by loving you this night. That, my beautiful Mia, was a prefect start.”
***
We’d just exited the shower after two rounds of serious fucking. “Thank you for coming tonight,” I cuddled into his bare chest. His fingertips traced along my arm and the ball of my shoulder in patterns I couldn’t place. Didn’t try to.
Alec rubbed his jaw along the crown of my head. “Why are you so alone when you are paid to be with someone?” he asked. The tone was inquisitive not accusatory.
Snuggling in, I licked his nipple then kissed it sweetly. “I don’t sleep with all my clients, Alec.”
His arms tightened around me. “ Vraiment ?” Really? He asked.
That brought out a chuckle. “Really,” I answered.
“I do not understand this. Why, if they are paying you to be with them, are you not with them in the most beautiful way possible?”
Again I giggled into his warm skin. Of course, he would lack understanding. “You know I didn’t have to have sex with you.”
His eyes narrowed, and I could tell he was trying to work something out. “ Chérie, you and I were meant to love one another. It was never a question, oui ?”
“ Oui , but that isn’t the case with everyone, Alec. I’m not paid to fuck.”
“I do not fuck.” He reiterated strongly, his voice a growl and something I knew very well.
I lifted my head up, placed my hands on his chest and set my chin on top of them. “I know. And I adore that about you.” His hands trailed up and down my
For long minutes, Alec feasted on my breasts, sucking, plucking, massaging, and biting down on the tips until they were ripe, red, little strawberries ready to be eaten. My hips rotated in the air, searching for something, anything to relieve the ache.
“Alec,” I pleaded, and he grinned against my nipple, sucked hard, and then pulled away. When I opened my eyes, I knew what he must have seen. A woman who was ready to be fucked. Only Alec didn’t fuck, he made love and told me so repeatedly.
His hands went to his jeans where he unbuttoned and pushed them down his toned thighs. The thick knob of his cock was weeping at the tip when it sprang free of its denim confinement. I leaned forward and licked the pearly drop, groaning at the remembered taste.
“ Oui, mon amour , take the edge off so I can gorge on you.”
I was on my hands and knees when he tunneled his fingers into my hair and thrust into my mouth. I took him deep, so deep he slipped down my throat the way he liked. “ Si bon .” So good, he said. And he wasn’t wrong. It was unbelievably good to be servicing Alec. His taste, his scent, reminded me of amazing times, of great sex, and a lot of laughter, love, and friendship. All of the things I needed in my life now. With Alec, I wasn’t alone.
I doubled my effort taking long laps of his length, and worshiping the tip, sucking every drop of precum like a kitty with tiny little flicks to a saucer of cream. He watched me take his length over and over. When I looked up from my position, his nostrils were flared, his eyes intense half-lidded slits, his mouth a firm slash, twisting into ecstasy as he powered into my mouth. I took what he gave and loved every second of it. Then, with no warning, he never did warn before, he pressed deep and filled my mouth to the brim with his essence. Hot bursts of his seed rushed down my throat. I swallowed reverently, milking him for every drop until his hand turned into a fist at the roots of my hair and pulled me off his cock.
“Oh, ma jolie , I’m going to show you again how to love yourself, and others, by loving you this night. That, my beautiful Mia, was a prefect start.”
***
We’d just exited the shower after two rounds of serious fucking. “Thank you for coming tonight,” I cuddled into his bare chest. His fingertips traced along my arm and the ball of my shoulder in patterns I couldn’t place. Didn’t try to.
Alec rubbed his jaw along the crown of my head. “Why are you so alone when you are paid to be with someone?” he asked. The tone was inquisitive not accusatory.
Snuggling in, I licked his nipple then kissed it sweetly. “I don’t sleep with all my clients, Alec.”
His arms tightened around me. “ Vraiment ?” Really? He asked.
That brought out a chuckle. “Really,” I answered.
“I do not understand this. Why, if they are paying you to be with them, are you not with them in the most beautiful way possible?”
Again I giggled into his warm skin. Of course, he would lack understanding. “You know I didn’t have to have sex with you.”
His eyes narrowed, and I could tell he was trying to work something out. “ Chérie, you and I were meant to love one another. It was never a question, oui ?”
“ Oui , but that isn’t the case with everyone, Alec. I’m not paid to fuck.”
“I do not fuck.” He reiterated strongly, his voice a growl and something I knew very well.
I lifted my head up, placed my hands on his chest and set my chin on top of them. “I know. And I adore that about you.” His hands trailed up and down my
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