Will wouldn’t be able to wipe the boyish grin off his face even if he wanted to. He loved talking dirty (it was only one of his favorite things ever), he loved sinking down deep into filth and want and lust… but he always tried to remember himself. It was all too easy to lose awareness when you were in the throes of an orgasm so Will wanted to keep a little distance between himself and the act, even if it was just enough to let daylight through. It was a bit of self-preservation he’d internalized from his experience as an actor.
Acting was pretending, he believed, and people that “became” their characters were a danger to themselves and others. (It also just, philosophically, seemed like cheating; pretending to be someone was an artful challenge–just… being them… wasn’t.) Milre was a stranger; she was a professional, and not, Will didn’t think, a danger to him, but she was still a new partner, so one always had to be aware and listening. It wouldn’t do to sink into your desire and neglect your partner.
This was a very long-winded tangent to say that the self-awareness Will allowed himself while indulging in his physical needs meant he was able to truly enjoy in the moment just how good she was. He didn’t want to go so far as to presume she was actually into this; Will wanted her to be, but they’d only just started so he wouldn’t begrudge her relying upon her skills until she was comfortable.
And she was very skilled.
He pulled his thumb back and sucked on it himself, just wanting to have put his lips where hers were. He was still grinning wide at her, his eyes crinkling at their corners. “Is that what’ll get you wet?” he asked. His tone was playful, but the question was genuine.
His hands resumed their wandering over her delicious body as his interrogation continued. “My cock down your throat is gonna get your pussy nice and slippery for me? Because that’s what I want…” He nodded to punctuate his point, letting his hunger creep onto his face. “I want you slippery and dripping so that when you fuck my mouth you’ll make a nice juicy mess…” He growled into a kiss, moaning at the feel of her lips against his. Just as quickly, though, he pulled back. “Do you want that?” He rolled his hips up into her. “To cum all over my mouth?”
Will was different from any other client she had been with. Most of the time, it was just a few exchange of words, quick fuck, and then she was scurrying off an hour later. Back home in front of her laptop searching for the next shitty client. But Will was drawing it out and making the experience equally as sensual for her as it was for him. For the first time in a while, she was actually enjoying herself doing a session.
She would be lying if she said she wasn’t enjoying any of this. His dirty talking and grinding only made her even more excited about the events that would follow. As rare as it was, the escort wasn’t acting for once tonight. All her dirty talking, soft sounds of pleasure, etc were all genuine. A twinge of sadness could almost be felt as she remembered this night would eventually come to an end. But those thoughts were pushed aside as she watched him bring his thumb to his mouth. Kissing where her mouth and tongue had been only seconds ago.
❝ I’m already wet for you. My panties are soaked for you. I made a mess all over for you. ❞ The escort’s words were said in a soft moan as she replied to the man. Not because of the grinding, but because of how good he was with his dirty talking. Her plump lips were quick to return the kiss to his soft ones. Her tongue rolling across his bottom lip gently before they both pulled away from the short-lived kiss.
❝ I can’t wait to have your thick cock down my throat and gag all over you. I’m gonna swallow every last bit of you too. ❞ Gently, she caught her bottom lip between her teeth as her hips continued to buck against his. She could feel that warm sensation in the depths of her stomach, but she didn’t want to let go just yet so she halted all of her movement.
Leaning forward, Milre placed yet another kiss to Will’s lips and trailed them down to the large bulge in his pants. Hazel eyes went up to his, waiting for some sign of approval.
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