“Much better, but you still have too many clothes on.” He seems to glare at my underwear, and this is one of my nicer sets!
“Hey, I like this underwear,” I protest.
“Oz, it’s got nothing to do with the underwear and everything to do with me needing you to be naked—now!”
“What about you?” I protest. “Besides, I want you to take it off me.” That will help me feel less self-conscious, surely?
Stripping for a man isn’t exactly in my repertoire.
He drops the shorts and underwear he’s wearing without the least bit of hesitation, and for a moment, I envy the easy confidence he has in his own skin. To stand here blatantly at full arousal, without the slightest hint of a concern, this is impressive. Or is it arrogant? I don’t know, but the thing I’m sure of is how hot for him it makes me.
“Stop thinking, Oz, and drop the bra and panties. I told you I want you to strip for me, and I mean it. Come to me as the confident woman you want to be, the one you are in so many ways. Not as what you’ve been made to believe you are in the bedroom. Own it, Oz. Own your sexuality just like I know you own the rest of your life.”
Was he right?
Can I own it? Do I own my life?
I’m not so sure anymore.
I take a deep steadying breath and reach around behind me.
“Look me in the eye as you do it. Let me know it’s all for me. Let me know this is what you’re giving me and what you want from me and I’d better deliver it right to your specifications.”
Apparently, I now have specifications…do I?
The bra slides down my arms, and I plainly see his breath hitch in his lungs as the lace grazes down over the swell of my breasts.
“Beautiful. So, perfect,” he utters, his voice thick with lust. “Now the rest.”
This time, I don’t hesitate, I slip the panties from my hips, and I don’t even have the time to kick them off before he’s on me again.
“Much better, now tell me what you want,” he whispers, kissing my ear.
I counter with my own question. “What can I have?”
“Anything you want and more than you’ve ever dreamed.”
Is he talking about sex or my life?
Maybe both.
I decide right then and there. “Everything, Rome. I’m going to be greedy and say I want everything. Show me how good it can be. Show me everything”
He steps back again and moves over to the bed, not taking his eyes from mine. Just like the last hotel room, it’s plush and large.
But the décor in the room is the last thing on my mind as Rome lounges back and draws me to him with just a look.
“That’s it, Oz, cross the carpet—come and join me. Let’s have an adventure together.”
I move quickly to the bed. Somehow being connected to his body is way less scary than being out here on my own, naked and vulnerable.
Rome—my preference is to be against him. I’m fast learning everything feels better when his body is next to mine. More confident, safe.
He holds out a hand, and as soon as I place mine in his, he tugs me forward, landing me in his lap.
“Now I’ve got you where I want you.”
“Really, and what are you going to do with me?” I say far more daringly than I am but keen to get on board with the aggressive teasing mood he’s setting.
“Mmm, maybe a better question is what aren’t I going to do with you? I’m going to show you everything, Oz. We’re going to do everything worth doing at least once, maybe twice. I hope you’re feeling fit and rested.”
I don’t have words to answer him so I go with pressing my lips to his as my response.
He accepts my lips without a moment of hesitation and rolls me to my back, pressing his large form over me, surrounding me with his masculinity.
His mouth devours my breasts as if he’s starving and they’re his last meal. There’s obvious skill to his wanton devastation of me, but none of the sophisticated seduction he’s shown me before. This is raw hunger speaking, screaming between us.
A loud groan rips from my lips as he bites and sucks on my nipple. The sensation flows through my body faster than lightning and with twice as much of a jolt.
The feel of his hands gliding up and down my sides, learning my curves, worshipping me, is all consuming.
“So good, Rome,” I manage as his hand slides down over my hip to settle in between my legs, right where he knows I need him.
“So, wet. I love how wet you get for me, Oz. So, sexy, now I want to make you scream my name. I want to take you places you’ve never been before.”
His fingers are trailing over me in tantalizing strokes. Each one ratcheting up the pleasure I’m feeling to the point of exquisite pain. I’m so close to the edge, and he’s stoking me higher.
“The first one’s going to be on my fingers. The second one is going to be on my tongue and the third on my cock.”
What is he talking about?
There’s no way I can come three times in a row—surely?
“Ah Rome, I don’t think that’s going to be possible.” I’m not keen on ruining his plans, but reality is entirely another thing.
“And there’s the problem, right there,” he says nipping at my ear. “You’re thinking. I need you to be feeling. Let me worry about the rest. Let me do what I do best.”
He’s so confident and domineering. There’s no way I’m going to argue with him any further.
“Still thinking, Oz.” He moves us until we’re lying on our sides, facing each other. “I want to see your face as you come for me. Let me see you take all the pleasure I’m going to give you.”
Just his words are enough to send a whole new wave of tingles and anticipation racing through me.
Rome
It’s deeply emotional and raw in so many ways, and I don’t know if she knows I see it yet, but I do.
Pleasure has a way of stripping back a person’s emotional walls and giving you a glimpse inside. Carlene is the type that once she lets go, she lets you in under her guard, and you get to see the beauty inside her.
Every stroke of my hand on her body is crumbling the walls of her soul, breaking down her defenses and awakening the woman inside, who has never been allowed out.
I pull her thigh over my hip, opening her up, ready for my exploration. Her skin is soft and warm to the touch as I run my hand up and down her thigh before dipping lower over the round globes of her ass—my fingers dangerously close to her hot center.
Her body tenses in my arms as I dip my fingers lower, and she lets out a little squeak.
“Shhhh, baby, let me touch you. Let me feel how wet you are.” I croon at her in a low voice to ease her fears.
I stroke my fingers slowly along her slit and circle around her clit a couple of times. She sucks in a deep breath, and lets out a strange little moaning noise that I take as being a cross between surprise and pleasure.
“Feels good, doesn’t it? You like my fingers teasing you, don’t you?” She nods slightly, and I watch her eyes haze before her eyelids droop with passion.
“That’s it, relax, and let me take you there.” I dip my head and lick my tongue over her pebbled nipple a couple of times. As a reward, I feel her body tense in my arms.
“Rome…” she pants as I slip two fingers deep inside her.
“Yeah, baby. Let me stroke you here. You’re so hot and wet. You’re going to feel amazing when I slide my cock into you in a little while. You’re going to love that, aren’t you?” I whisper into her ear, before running my tongue down the slope of her throat. Carlene is super sensitive everywhere, particularly on her neck and around her ears. I’m thoroughly enjoying playing with her mature inexperience.
Her whole body is poised in my arms, ready to explode as I slowly circle her clit with my finger. She’s quivering on the edge, waiting for me to set her free.
“That’s it, let it build until you can’t stand it anymore.” Her hair tickles my lips as I breathe t
he words against her neck.
“Please, Rome…” she begs of me. The next stroke of my fingers will do it.
I give the lightest of teasing touches, just the slightest hint.
And again, almost…now.
I can’t deny her any longer. “Now Carlene, let go for me.”
The sound of my voice coaxing her and the slightest hint of my touch is all it takes.
She soars.
Her hips thrash, and her head tosses from side to side. Right here, I know I’m going to need to rearrange the order of proceedings I’ve promised her. I need to be inside her when she lets go like that.
I want to feel her body wild against mine.
Need to feel what she’s feeling.
With practiced precision, I slip a condom on my dangerously throbbing cock and move over her, all the while not breaking contact with her.
“You ready to feel me fill you, Oz?” I never initially enter a woman without a verbal confirmation. For the first time ever, I have no idea what I’m going to do if she says no.
Her eyes are glazed, and her lips are pouty and full.
“Yes…please, Rome,” she gasps and closes her arms around my waist.
I give her pussy one last teasing stroke with my fingers and slide into her slowly. It’s been a while for her, and Carlene isn’t the sort you just go randomly slamming into. She’s a lady you treat with respect.
Heat engulfs my cock. She’s divinely hot, tight, and pulsing all around me. Exactly as I’d hoped and anticipated.
A keening sound slips from her lips before it turns into a long low moan that cranks the heat up between us even more. The sounds a woman makes in the throes of passion, are one of the biggest turn-ons for me. I love knowing I’m giving her that pleasure. That I’m driving her to the best type of pleasure-fueled distraction.
The sound of her moan has me immediately clamping down hard on my back teeth. If I don’t, my performance is going to be embarrassingly short, and I sense Carlene’s had enough of that before. This is every escort’s worst nightmare and something I’ve only ever had to deal with a couple of times when I was starting out.
Slowly, I move within her, getting my body firmly back under control.
I keep my strokes slow and shallow until I get a sense of what she likes. Gradually, I increase the force and the speed of my hips, and her hands grip my ass tightly.
“You like that, Oz?”
“So, good,” she pants and digs her fingernails in to my hard flesh, and wow, does it feel good to me.
“You’re going to come for me again, Oz,” I demand.
“Not sure I can. I’ve never…”
“Stop thinking and let me take you.” My tone is harsher than I intend, but the only thing limiting her pleasure is the inhibitions and insecurities of her own mind.
Her body is tightening around mine even more, and I know it’s only going to be a few seconds before I can roll into bliss with her.
Ecstasy and a release have never been so beckoning.
Carlene
Surely, I can’t?
Never.
I’m drowning in him. Drowning in an overload of the most incredible sensations. My body is out of control. It’s scary and exciting all at the same time.
His voice cuts through the haze of pleasure, but rather than pull me from the moment, I’m encouraged. I want to do this for him.
He’s so deep, so connected to me, with me. I can feel him all around me, inside me. My body is racked with an intensity I’ve never experienced before.
It’s there, I know what he means now, coaxing me to move toward it. Pleading with me to take it.
Rome shifts his weight from me, and I immediately miss his body against mine. Then he’s on his knees and dragging my hips up his thighs.
“Oh…ahh,” I groan.
“This okay?” There’s concern in his eyes as I fight the passion-drugged weight of my eyelids.
“Yeeesss.”
His mouth twists up at the corner as he drives into me harder.
Then he rolls his hips a little differently and what is amazing turns into the sublime.
Never, have I ever!
So good. So amazingly good.
“Let go, Carlene.”
And I do. There’s no holding on anymore.
I have no choice. My body’s merely responding to his. He demands, and I respond.
The world explodes around me, and I’m gone. Pleasure is engulfing me, carrying me away. It’s so intense.
Release and weightlessness fill me.
Euphoria surrounds me.
Nothing, I have nothing to compare this to, no point of reference. It’s completely new territory for me.
Rome groans and thrusts hard into me, dragging my attention back to him. My eyelids don’t want to lift, but I can’t miss the moment he comes, taking his pleasure from my body.
The look on his face is primal.
The satisfaction real.
As if he senses me watching him in the most intimate of moments, his eyes meet mine and something passes between us.
It’s real and it’s strange; new.
A recognition between both of us at some deeper level.
He reaches out and brushes the hair from my damp face.
It’s such a tender and gentle gesture in contrast to the ferocity of what we’ve both just experienced.
The lazy smile he gives me says more than any words.
In return, I give him a coy grin.
He knows what he’s given me.
Rome doesn’t need me to say anything just now.
He isn’t looking for any more than for me to acknowledge the intensity of what we shared.
It’s enough for him and just another thing I appreciate about him even more.
Chapter 11
Rome
A woman never really experiences true pleasure when her thoughts are consumed by things other than her partner. The first orgasm was the hardest to coax from her, her mind still protesting—still warring with so many things.
New lover.
New life.
Guilt over the old.
My business can be many things. It can merely be playing the perfect platonic escort. It can be a casual and reliable fuck buddy. It can be a wicked interlude and occasionally—very occasionally—it’s much more. Carlene fits firmly into the much more category.
What I’m sharing with her is way outside the normal engagement.
When it comes to sex and bedroom antics—I’ve done it all. To the point I’m jaded, and thank Christ, I’m a good actor when I need to be.
Sure, for the most part, I enjoy what I do and it’s easy. There’s something very powerful about giving someone else pleasure. But that’s the thing. Usually, it’s someone else I’m giving the pleasure to. There isn’t normally much in it for me.
With Carlene, it’s different. I’m not acting. I feel something more than just the normal job satisfaction. I’m becoming invested in her. The emotional places we’re going in the bedroom, the way she responds to me, it’s the sort of experience that’s going to change her and shape her forever. And maybe me, too.
Carlene’s response to me is both a gift and a deep responsibility. On both accounts, I’m experienced and mature enough to realize just what I’m being given.
Every time we’ve been intimate, I’ve caught a glimpse at something deeper. At what makes her uniquely Carlene. I’ve glimpsed the sexy, passionate woman she could be. It’s the side to her which is so underdeveloped. The confident feminine goddess that every woman deserves to discover and embrace. She’s been deprived of that growth. I want to give it to her now.
I want to help her find and explore the woman living inside her who she doesn’t really know or understand just yet. She deserves that and so much more. Carlene deserves a man who appreciates not only her practical, down-to-earth nature but also the beautiful, softer woman she could be with the right man to encourage her. It’s changing me, too.
She’s the sort of woman who makes a man feel masterful and appreciated. Watching the surprise, then wonder slip across her face as she came that second then third time, are memories I’ll treasure forever.
Call it pride, male satisfaction—whatever. It doesn’t matter.
I’ve taken her to a place she’s never been. I’ve showed her something new, brought her immense pleasure and kept her safe not only physically but also emotionally.
Today, I love my job.
Today, I also hate it.
If I were a free man, Carlene is certainly a woman I’d pursue until she was mine. I’m not a free man, and I have no expectations a quality woman like Carlene will ever be mine. This job is hell on relationships. Sharing me with others isn’t something I would or could do to someone who means something to me.
When I started out, I always knew one day, I would be ready to commit to a relationship again. It isn’t the commitment that concerns me; commitment I can do. Hell, I’ve been committed to this job one hundred percent, for ten years, and right there is the reason I haven’t and won’t commit to a monogamous relationship with a special lady, at this stage. It wouldn’t be fair on her or me.
That’s the price I pay to play the escort.
It’s also a big reason why I took six months off. I needed to know where my head is at—whether I’m still cut out for the lifestyle, and to make some decisions about my future
I didn’t mean to come back to being in the game like this. I hadn’t said it, but in my mind, I’m teetering. Something I now realize, I hadn’t even admitted to myself.
The realization sends a wobble through me.
I left Carlene still sleeping, exhausted from an afternoon which stretched into an evening of salacious bedroom decadence. There’s so much I want to show her, experience with her.
I finish my morning fitness routine and feel much better. Exercise always has that effect on me. “Falling off the wagon” is a real danger when I’m with a woman on a 24x7 basis. I’ve pushed as much into the half hour as I can down in the hotel gym.
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