“Guess I should take that as a compliment,” I tell her as my hands move up her sides. My dick presses against her warm silk-clad pussy.
“You should, you’re gorgeous. Not that good-looking people can’t get cheated on, but seriously, did this woman have rocks in her head?” she says honestly, which has me chuckling.
“Guess she did,” I answer as my hands move further up her sides until my thumbs brush over her hardened nipples, which immediately has her biting down on her lower lip.
“It makes sense now why you were freaking out before I arrived,” she muses.
“You saw that?”
Elle nods. “It makes sense. Do you still love her?” she asks.
I shake my head. “No, not anymore. Not now she’s pregnant to another man.”
“Oh …” her brows shoot up high, “… that sucks,” she adds.
I nod in agreement as my thumbs continue to roam over her nipples.
“Then I guess you’ve come to the right place to get over her.” She grins.
“I think you’re the medicine I want and need.”
“I most certainly am.” Her eyes sparkle as she rubs herself across my dick.
One of my hands moves up from her breasts and slides around her throat as she continues to dry hump me. A gasp falls from her lips, and those green eyes widen as my hand tightens ever so gently, but she doesn’t stop me. We both stare at each other for a couple of moments as the electricity begins to crackle between us.
I want her.
No, I need her.
Elle’s hand slides between her thighs, and her fingers wrap around my dick again. She uses the tip of my dick to move her underwear to the side as she runs it through her wet folds.
Teasing me.
Pushing me.
Waiting to see if I’ll crack.
Her green eyes are filled with heat as she continues to torture me, her teeth have sunk into her bottom lip hard as she continues to glide the head of my dick through her wetness. Her pulse throbs against my hand, and I give her throat a tiny squeeze which makes it accelerate against my hand.
“Would you like a condom, or would you like to go bare?” she asks me.
The question stills me for a moment.
“We are tested regularly. All the women have IUDs. All guests are tested regularly before they come to the club. The choice is yours?” she explains before reaching between us and pulling out a condom from a secret compartment in the massage table.
"Condom, please,” I reply before looking at the foil square she’s holding between her fingers.
Elle gives me a grin and quickly rips open the foil then with practiced ease, she sheaths me. She then whips off her black slip dress, and before I have a chance to admire her naked body, she is impaling herself on my dick.
“Fuck,” I hiss as I enter her.
It’s been too long.
Far too long.
My hand is the poorest substitute for a woman’s pussy.
“You feel so good,” I tell her, as my hand stays wrapped around her throat.