I swallowed and shook my head with a smile. After clearing my throat, I answered, “Sure. A beer would be great.”
She smiled as I approached her from behind. I might not be ready for round two, but she could definitely go again. My hands rested gently on her thighs, and then moved up to her hips She turned around, my beer in hand. I took the beer from her and placed it on the desk. Moving my hand back on her hip, I pushed the dress over her head and let it billow to the floor.
She stood before me, her head cocked to the side, a smile on her lips. I reached up and pulled off her wig, tossing that aside too. Her long hair came tumbling down, covering her shoulders. My fingers traced her hairline, tucking a strand behind her ear, and then continued to work their way down her body.
She had amazing breasts—small but perky, completely in proportion with the rest of her slim body. Her eyes closed as I trailed further down, past her stomach until my finger reached the top of her pussy. She held her breath, waiting for me to act, her body aching to be touched. I slid two fingers inside of her, her legs buckling as she released a moan.
“Go over to the bed,” I ordered her.
Her eyes glinted with an eagerness I hadn’t seen before. Turning away from me, she walked to the bed, her hips swaying with each step. I was right behind her, drinking in her beauty. She reached the end of the bed and turned to face me.
“Where do you want me?” she asked in a light voice that was full of suggestion and innuendo.
“Sit down on the edge,” I replied softly.
She did, her long legs stretching out in front of her.
“Now lie back.”
She giggled, but did as I asked, lying back on the crisp white duvet cover. I nudged my foot between her legs. Pushing her knees up against her stomach, I moved them apart.
“I feel like I’m at the gynecologist,” she said, laughing.
“Really? If your gynecologist is doing this, then I suggest you report him.” I knelt down and ran my tongue along the opening of her pussy. She let out a little moan of pleasure, her hands clutching onto my hair, pushing my face closer to her.
I loved nothing more than giving a woman head. There was something special about being able to make a woman orgasm with only my tongue.
I inched her legs wider apart and placed my mouth over her, licking her clit, which was still swollen from the elevator. I could tell from how tightly she was gripping onto my hair how sensitive her pussy was.
She shifted her legs so they were resting over my shoulders, with my hands still resting on her hips. She gasped as I massaged her clit with my tongue, her sweet taste almost addictive.
“Whoa, holy fuck…” she mumbled, her body jerking against the movements of my tongue, as though it craved my attention. “Coop, harder,” she urged me, her legs spreading even wider apart. I pushed my tongue deeper inside her pussy, my cock throbbing at the feel of her on my face. Her scent was mesmerizing, and her taste…god she tasted unbelievable. She breathed out loudly, one hand releasing my hair to clutch at the sheets.
“God, oh yeah!” she screamed, her legs almost cutting off my windpipe. I licked her slowly as she cried out for me to stop—her hand still pushing my face into her. I began to kiss her, and with every touch she squealed until she finally pushed me away.
I stood up and wiped my chin, grinning at the sight of Beth curled up, naked on the bed in the fetal position, still mumbling to herself.
“You okay there?” I asked, amused. I walked over to the bar, where I’d left my drink. I took a sip as she mumbled an incoherent response. Laughing, I walked back over to her. Kneeling beside the bed, I began to tickle her back, my fingernails trailing up and down her curves.
“I am fucking amazing,” she groaned, rolling over to face me. “Only thing that would make this night better was if I didn’t have to meet my manager for dinner.” She sighed and sat up. “God, I’m still throbbing.”
“What can I say? I have a talent.”
“Get over yourself,” she giggled, adjusting her dress. “Anyone with a tongue could’ve done what you just did.” She threw her arms around me and kissed me on the cheek. “Love you, Coop.”
“Yeah, love you too. Even if you are mean to me,” I grumbled.
She laughed and shook her h
ead.
“Hey I might stay here for a bit if that’s okay?” I asked, straightening up. I stretched out my arms behind my back.
She shrugged. “Stay all night if you like.” She bounced toward the door with way too much energy. How I missed being nineteen. “See you,” she said with a wink as she slipped out.
After Beth had gone, I sat down again and switched on the TV, cracking open a can of soda at the same time. When my appointments ended up at a hotel and the client wasn’t staying there, I often kicked back after they’d left. It seemed like such a waste to spend several hundred dollars on a room for only a few hours.
Besides, it wasn’t like anyone was waiting for me at home.