“I will do that,” Justin said, moving her hand away from her pants. “You have to ask.”
“Take them off,” she groaned. “Please.”
Quickly he removed her slacks and her panties. “Do you want me to touch you, or use my mouth?”
She wanted it all. “Touch me,” she whispered.
“Good girl,” he said, sliding his fingers through her wet folds. His fingers seemed to know where to rub and stroke to drive her higher. This was where she usually lost it, the excitement slipping away, dissipating like smoke. Not this time. Please, not this time.
“Do you want my mouth?”
Although she had showered just before she came to the Eros Hotel, she knew she was no longer sweet smelling. She could smell the odor of sex. “No,” she said, although it was a lie. A date of hers had had a hot tub and they had played in it. That time she had felt good about the odor.
Justin inhaled deeply. “I love the smell of an aroused woman. The scent alone is almost enough for me to climax.” He took Alissa’s hand and placed it on his bulging crotch. “Feel what you do to me.”
He was so hard, Alissa realized. Can he mean what he’s saying? He flicked his tongue over her hard clit. “Tell me. Does that feel good?”
Good? It was heaven. “Yes,” she admitted.
“Then let me love you with my mouth.”
“Let you?”
He chuckled. “Please.”
“Oh, yes.”
His mouth covered her clit, slowly sucking until the pressure was almost unbearably erotic. Then he released, and again sucked. She felt his fingers playing with the folds at the entrance to her channel. “Oh,” she hissed. “Oh, God.”
Higher and higher until she could almost reach the top. Almost. Almost.
Then he plunged three fingers into her and she came. “Oh, God, oh, God, oh, God. Yes, yes, yes.”
He kept sucking and driving his fingers into her until she was drained. Slowly her body relaxed and his motions slowed. She whispered, “I never realized ...” “I know. And there’s so much more. You are a grown woman, yet there is so much more to learn. So much I can teach you.”
She could barely make her mind focus. “More?”
“Shall we make another date here for next week?”
He was a male prostitute, yet he had helped her to feel so much. Maybe he could teach her. More? “Oh yes.” It was more than worth the tuition.
“Okay, Marcy,” Jenna said. “You win.”
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