I was still pretty new to the whole escort world in Imperial Wharf when this evening happened. He was older than me by a good ten years, and it wasn’t our first meeting, so I had a fair idea of what he leaned toward. As soon as the door clicked shut, he kissed me like he’d been starving. I let him guide me down the hallway, but once we hit the bedroom, well, that was my territory.
I slowed him down on purpose, watching him undress in that deliberate, almost careful way men sometimes do. I threw off my clothes quicker, almost messy, and he raised an eyebrow. When I pushed him down onto the mattress he looked half-surprised, half-amused, but he didn’t fight me.
I stayed at the foot of the bed for a moment, toes resting lightly on his calf. It was a tiny gesture, nothing dramatic, but the way his breath caught made me pause. I edged higher, dragging out the moment until his face shifted — somewhere between disbelief and surrender. Strange how something as small as a playful touch could hold that much sway.
The air was heavy, too heavy really, and I found myself smirking, maybe to break the tension or maybe because I liked it a little too much. When his sounds got louder, I pulled back the pace, kept him hanging. It wasn’t planned, just instinct, but it felt like power, and it thrilled me.
“Do you want to take a shower?” I asked, biting my lip, though I already knew where it was heading.
“With you?” he said, voice rough.
I stood quickly, almost careless, and he watched every movement like he couldn’t look anywhere else. We half-ran to the bathroom, laughter and nerves mixing into one. Steam rose fast, the tiles slick, his hands moving over me under the excuse of washing but really it was far from innocent. I mirrored him, hands tracing his chest, pretending it was about the shower gel, though we both knew better.
The closeness was dizzying. His body pressed into mine, the water running in rivulets between us. I whispered things without meaning to, quiet little pleas I didn’t expect to hear from myself. He shifted then, stronger, taking the lead in a way that made my body tremble. Control slipped, and I let it.
When it was over, if you can even call it that, we just sank down on the wet floor, breath shallow, legs shaking. I couldn’t tell if it was the cold tiles or the after-effect of the moment, but I couldn’t stop trembling. He looked worn out, glowing even, and he grinned like he’d just won something. I must’ve been grinning too, because neither of us said a word, and still, everything was understood.
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