Page 77 of Their Courtesan
Judith held still, focusing more on her breathing than actively pleasuring her client. She wasn’t meant to do anything right now, other than exist. She was a vessel. A conduit. A woman through and through, but a woman who existed to give this man the relief he demanded. Not like she wasn’t into it, either.I fucking love it.There was nothing like a man of Miguel’s standing taking complete control and showing her who was the Master around there, his virility threatening to spill down her throat at any moment. Her nipples hardened, gliding against her bed as the force of Miguel’s thrusts shook her whole body. Her thighs ran wet, and her core begged – nay, demanded – that this manreallymake her feel beholden to him.
He stopped, but did not pull out of her mouth. Judith took this as a cue to resume what she was up to before, hand gripping his shaft and mouth taking as much as it could without choking. Even with her experience, that was difficult with Miguel’s size.
She didn’t dare look up at him. He didn’t want that. He wanted to feel her devotion. To see her make love to him in this unconventional way. The scary thing? There was no acting. No bluffing, no playing up anything. For the first time in her career, Judith was 100% honest with what she wanted and how she felt having sex.
Usually, such a revelation would scare the piss out of her. In the heat of this charged moment, though? She was revitalized, body opening to him in ways she could never achieve before.Use me, please.Judith wouldn’t be happy until Miguel was purged of his evils.I’ll take them all. Every negative thing you feel… I’ll get rid of it. That’s why I’m here.She had no idea what she would charge for that, and she didn’t care. She didn’t care!
“Shit,” Miguel groaned, the tenor of his voice booming in Judith’s ears. He drew out that word again, cock stiffening in Judith’s mouth as precum covered her tongue. Instead of swallowing it, she licked his shaft with it, making sure he felt and saw how much he desired her. As she got into it again, Miguel shoved her off, sending her body flying to the bed as his hands snatched her. Sometimes he held her torso. Other times it was her legs he spread around his hips. At some point he grabbed her arms and held them above her head.
No warning. Only him, grunting in that hedonistic way as his cock surged into her. The cry falling from her lips was muffled by his.
His embrace swallowed her, surrounded her,suffocatedher. Judith sank so far into her bed that she was afraid she would never resurface again. She didn’t want to. From the moment Miguel entered her, all she could think about was him, her,them.They were one. Undivided. Conquered, but not sequestered. Sometimes it hurt, and sometimes it was the greatest pleasure Judith ever knew, but she could not deny that this was something else as well.
Something she had never felt before.
This wasn’t sexual pleasure. Sure, the way his cock plunged deep within her, the tip brushing against her G-spot and his base stroking her clit, was absolutely perfect and conducive to her coming not once, but twice, the first time crashing into her as he continued to pound her cunt and tear apart her fragile negligee. That wasn’t the only thing she felt. Drowning in the midst of sexual release was a foreign entity that warmed her heart as well as her loins.
Oh, no, that wasallMiguel warming her loins.
“Come for me,” she whined, arms tight around his torso as she held on. “I need you!”
Need? What need? What was so intrinsic to feeling him do that?
He gasped, a sound coated in a moan as deep as his cock was right now.Yes, yes, go all the way in.His sack continuously hit her sore ass while his shaft swelled with seed.
“Fuck, Judith!” He growled into the crook of her neck, teeth grazing her skin and hand clutching her shoulder. Her leg raised into the air, giving him that last bit of leverage he needed to pierce the core of her being.
Judith had never heard a man come as hard as he did. This wasn’t tension relieving itself. It was years of heartache and denial expelling from a man’s aching body. Judith received the brunt of it, pinned beneath his body as she was.I can’t move. I couldn’t go anywhere if I wanted. If I needed to use my safe word, it would be too late.Damage done.
The first wave of Miguel’s orgasm brought with it both an intense, flowering heat and a guttural groan that shook her body.Wait, that’s not him…That was her, making a sound she hadn’t uttered in years. A woman couldn’t fakethatsound. For one, society said it wasn’t sexy. Her old porn director told her that when she tried to fake it, because previous sexual partners told her it was hot.Nope. Society has deemed it unsexy, so I had to cut it from my orgasmic vocabulary.Now here it came, reverberating against Miguel’s ear as the second wave of his climax commenced.
His moan was softer, his hips coming to a slow even though he continued to roll inside her. Judith loved this moment. Him, consuming her, owning her body and soul as she cried out in worshipful desire. Miguel hooked his arm beneath her shoulders and slightly lifted her off the bed, his body completely still as he finished inside of her.
They didn’t say a word as they both fell back to the bed. Judith couldn’t open her eyes, or if she did, all she saw was her room through a blurry veil. Her body ached, both from exhaustion and from the intense surge of endorphins spilling from her brain.No, no…The only endorphins allowed were the relaxing kind. These were something else. Something that could spell the end of the career she had carefully cultivated.
“Ma cherie,” Miguel muttered, covering her tender skin in kisses.He must be feeling something if he’s breaking out the French.Hadn’t he said it wasn’t one of his native languages, even though he was fluent in it? “Je t’aime.”
Maybe he used French because he didn’t think she would understand. How woefully shortsighted of him.I’ve heard so much French in my life that I know how to play this game.Judith tried to swallow the words, but she couldn’t. They flowed from her lips to his ear. She was vulnerable, after all. As vulnerable as he was, and that was a dangerous combination.
“Moi aussi,” she confessed. “See? I can speak some French too.”
She didn’t have time to think about what she had done. Miguel kissed her with that same candid passion as always, and she departed to another realm for the next five minutes.
They didn’t discuss what they had said in their moment of passion. Miguel slowly detached himself from her, staring languidly at her body and his softening cock.Don’t think he’ll go again tonight.Fine with Judith. Her thighs were sore and her opening ready to be left alone. Yet she lay there, stunned, her eyes locked on her ceiling as Miguel stood in front of the bed and undressed. His essence covered her skin whenever she moved, and Judith couldn’t help but feel… owned.
Stop it. Stop thinking this.She needed to lose the sex brain and go back to being all business. Slowly, it came back to her, and she happily welcomed Miguel into her bed after tossing her torn negligee to the floor.
“Sorry about your clothes,” he growled into her ear. She rubbed his shoulder and drew her foot up his bare leg. “I’ll buy you another one.”
“I still have the beautiful one you got me before.” Judith touched the tip of his nose. He caught her wrist and kissed her hand. “I could go change into it right now.” It hung in the back of her closet. “I want to sparkle for you.”
“You already do.” His skin touched hers. Breath as hot as fire blew across her body. The tenderness with which Miguel treated her was unlike any other man… except for perhaps one.I had almost forgotten about him.“Don’t clean up tonight. I want to be a part of you all night.” Miguel lightly sucked her nipple. Not enough to arouse her again, but enough to make her moan. “Tomorrow morning, I’ll be a new man. Thanks to you.”
Sadness clouded her eyes. Judith patted his chest, hard, covered in fine, dark hairs.He’s the kind of man I could feel safe and cozy with every night.It wasn’t fair. Why couldn’t she have that every night? “I’m glad I could help. Soon you won’t even need me anymore.” She said that matter-of-factly, because it was true. Eventually Miguel would move on from this. From Rosa. From Judith. She was a lull in his life. A much needed one, but soon he could go back to his world and find himself a woman befitting the role of Miguel Bolivar’s girlfriend… and maybe wife. Maybe he would always think of her fondly. That was fine. She would think of him fondly too, even when he stopped coming to visit her, as all men did.
The thought made her cling to him, desperate to commit his scent and texture to memory. “When will you be back?” she asked.
“Ah…” His hand went down her leg, tucking beneath her knee. When her legs were sufficiently spread enough for his enjoyment, he touched her slit, her folds, basking in how they felt together. “I have to go back to Monaco for a couple of weeks. I’ll send you a gift while I am gone, to make sure you’re thinking of me.”
