you say money isnt everything
The soft little noises she makes really do it for him. He hopes he can draw more from her. It's another thing he's added to his list of arbitrary goals. At least he'll be able to mark it off tonight, hopefully. The other thing? Just a flight of fancy likely. It's fine. He hooks his fingers into her shorts and slowly pulls them down before tossing them to the side.If she weren't so.. beautiful she'd probably look silly. She still kind of looks silly. Her shirt is pulled up so only one tit is out and now her shorts are gone. But he kind of likes it, feels real. Less like he's paying for her time and more like he just has it. She isn't putting on a facade to be sexy for him and that's sexier somehow. Yeah, he thinks he likes her like this.
He trails kisses down her belly, pausing to bite along her hip bone before finally settling between her legs. He watches his hands run across her legs, the tan of his skin against the pale of her's is doing something to his brain. They're relatively unblemished and he wants to change that. So he does, leaning down to kiss at her inner thigh, sucking a small mark into her skin before meeting her gaze again.
He's nervous again, just a little bit, under all of the lust. What if he's not actually that good at this? What if she's had better? Does it even matter? He forces his gaze away from her's, afraid he'll get lost in his thoughts. The first swirl of his tongue is delicate, barely there, testing the waters. Then he presses more, drawing lazy circles around her clit with his tongue as his fingers dig into her thighs. Yeah, no. He's good at what he does, and if he isn't, well he's got stamina.
but i'd like to see you live without it
LOCKE
