Lawful Escort
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Daniel stayed buried in her for several long seconds, unable to move for fear he’d lose it right there and then. Finally, he felt his strength return and was able to move inside her. Slick flesh on slick flesh, their bodies moved in synch with each other. Pulling out almost entirely, he slammed into her again a second later as she met his thrust with an equal but opposite reaction, only intensifying his movement.
Being inside her was a slide into slickness and warmth but with the tightness of a glove one size too small, accommodating his size with an extraordinarily snug fit. As if she’d been built for him and for him alone. Every time he pulled out so only the very tip of his cock was still submerged in her heat, she begged for him to fill her again, and every time he did so, and did so completely.
Daniel knew he’d met his match when she used his weight against him, hooking her leg behind him and rolling him over. As she sat up, keeping his erection deeply buried inside her, she gave him a wanton smile.
The sight of her naked body straddling him, her boobs bouncing with every move she made, was beyond his strained control. Every time she moved upwards and then down again, his hips moved up to meet her, pounding into her with as much force as his position allowed. It wasn’t enough. He was near his breaking point and needed more.
“Oh, baby.”
Daniel rolled them and flipped her onto her back again. “Please, come with me.”
His hand went between their bodies finding the little nub of pleasure he was so familiar with by now and caressed her as he plunged into her over and over, matching the rhythm of their beating hearts and their labored breaths until he finally felt her muscles clench around his cock. It was perfect. Her spasms ignited his own release, and he exploded like an erupting volcano.
As their climaxes ebbed, their bodies stilled. Breathing hard, he gazed at her.
“You’re amazing,” he was able to mumble despite the little energy he had left.
“Likewise,” she rasped.
And then he kissed her, lazily, tenderly, without an end in sight. His tongue explored her mouth as if it had never invaded before, dancing with her the timid dance of two high school kids, and entangled itself with its counterpart as if to create another Gordian knot.
There was no demand in his kiss, no intent for it to lead to anything else. It was a means and an end in itself. A kiss. A kiss full of tenderness and appreciation, of adoration and respect. A timeless caress.
Only reluctantly, he released her from their kiss.
“Oh, my God, what was this?” she whispered breathlessly, her eyes gazing into his.
Daniel smiled. “Dessert.”
4
It was past midnight, and Holly had gotten dressed. While she was in the bathroom, Daniel retrieved his wallet and took out several hundred dollar bills. He’d already paid the agency, but he didn’t feel it was enough. What she’d given him tonight was beyond what he’d expected. Never had he been able to lose himself as he had with her, and never had he felt a woman give herself so completely to him.
Daniel looked back at the tangled sheets on the bed, witnesses to their passionate encounter. She’d awakened in him what it meant to be alive. His life had been consumed with work, and he’d forgotten how to enjoy himself, how to relax and how to love. She’d shown him there was more to life than work.
He placed the money into an envelope together with a simple note, sealed it and slipped it into her purse, not wanting to taint their goodbyes with the exchange of money.
She came out of the bathroom and was ready to leave. Their lovemaking was written all over her body. She seemed to glow. Silently, he put his arm around her waist and led her to the door, then turned her toward him and pulled her close to his body.
Without a word, he sought her lips and found her eagerly accepting his kiss. One last time, his tongue swept through her mouth, visiting the places he knew so intimately by now. He felt her hands in his hair, and he loved the feel of it. It felt too good to stop.
Reluctantly, he pulled away from her and looked into her green eyes which seemed so much darker after their night of passion.
“You’d better leave before I drag you back into bed and have my way with you.” His voice was hoarse and dark with desire. He was a fool for letting her leave, and he knew it.
“I thought I had my way with you,” she teased him.
“Same difference.”
Once the door closed behind her, Daniel let himself fall against it and exhaled deeply. She was gone but had left him with the realization that he wasn’t as cold and indifferent as some of his ex-girlfriends had accused him of being. He could clearly feel the fire in is belly, the fire she’d ignited.
Being inside her was a slide into slickness and warmth but with the tightness of a glove one size too small, accommodating his size with an extraordinarily snug fit. As if she’d been built for him and for him alone. Every time he pulled out so only the very tip of his cock was still submerged in her heat, she begged for him to fill her again, and every time he did so, and did so completely.
Daniel knew he’d met his match when she used his weight against him, hooking her leg behind him and rolling him over. As she sat up, keeping his erection deeply buried inside her, she gave him a wanton smile.
The sight of her naked body straddling him, her boobs bouncing with every move she made, was beyond his strained control. Every time she moved upwards and then down again, his hips moved up to meet her, pounding into her with as much force as his position allowed. It wasn’t enough. He was near his breaking point and needed more.
“Oh, baby.”
Daniel rolled them and flipped her onto her back again. “Please, come with me.”
His hand went between their bodies finding the little nub of pleasure he was so familiar with by now and caressed her as he plunged into her over and over, matching the rhythm of their beating hearts and their labored breaths until he finally felt her muscles clench around his cock. It was perfect. Her spasms ignited his own release, and he exploded like an erupting volcano.
As their climaxes ebbed, their bodies stilled. Breathing hard, he gazed at her.
“You’re amazing,” he was able to mumble despite the little energy he had left.
“Likewise,” she rasped.
And then he kissed her, lazily, tenderly, without an end in sight. His tongue explored her mouth as if it had never invaded before, dancing with her the timid dance of two high school kids, and entangled itself with its counterpart as if to create another Gordian knot.
There was no demand in his kiss, no intent for it to lead to anything else. It was a means and an end in itself. A kiss. A kiss full of tenderness and appreciation, of adoration and respect. A timeless caress.
Only reluctantly, he released her from their kiss.
“Oh, my God, what was this?” she whispered breathlessly, her eyes gazing into his.
Daniel smiled. “Dessert.”
4
It was past midnight, and Holly had gotten dressed. While she was in the bathroom, Daniel retrieved his wallet and took out several hundred dollar bills. He’d already paid the agency, but he didn’t feel it was enough. What she’d given him tonight was beyond what he’d expected. Never had he been able to lose himself as he had with her, and never had he felt a woman give herself so completely to him.
Daniel looked back at the tangled sheets on the bed, witnesses to their passionate encounter. She’d awakened in him what it meant to be alive. His life had been consumed with work, and he’d forgotten how to enjoy himself, how to relax and how to love. She’d shown him there was more to life than work.
He placed the money into an envelope together with a simple note, sealed it and slipped it into her purse, not wanting to taint their goodbyes with the exchange of money.
She came out of the bathroom and was ready to leave. Their lovemaking was written all over her body. She seemed to glow. Silently, he put his arm around her waist and led her to the door, then turned her toward him and pulled her close to his body.
Without a word, he sought her lips and found her eagerly accepting his kiss. One last time, his tongue swept through her mouth, visiting the places he knew so intimately by now. He felt her hands in his hair, and he loved the feel of it. It felt too good to stop.
Reluctantly, he pulled away from her and looked into her green eyes which seemed so much darker after their night of passion.
“You’d better leave before I drag you back into bed and have my way with you.” His voice was hoarse and dark with desire. He was a fool for letting her leave, and he knew it.
“I thought I had my way with you,” she teased him.
“Same difference.”
Once the door closed behind her, Daniel let himself fall against it and exhaled deeply. She was gone but had left him with the realization that he wasn’t as cold and indifferent as some of his ex-girlfriends had accused him of being. He could clearly feel the fire in is belly, the fire she’d ignited.
