Her hand rose, delicate, lovely. Her fingers were pale and slender as they curled onto his shoulder and exerted a gentle pressure to ease him into his seat… He had barely made himself comfortable that the lady was level with his knees, eyes fixed intently upon what was between them. He’d not even noticed his clothes were gone…

His legs parted, though he’d not ordered them to. He sat, gazing at her with a gaping mouth as a hint of tongue slid from between her lips. Slowly, she leaned forward, her stare never wavering while her pale fingers touched and slid along his legs. His stomach trembled within in excitement.

He’d met her long ago, and she had serviced him many times before. But not like this… Something was different. It amused him for a moment, and then his thoughts were washed away. His back leaned into the chair, his legs parted further though not because of her touch, warm and delicate as chill as it was. His eyes shut along with his lips, and a long sigh seeped from inbetween them…

Something of his had disappeared into her. He was anxious, excited, but not erect… and yet, she took him. Her full lips pressed tightly to his skin, her tongue swirled and danced around him, sent pleasurable sensations all through him and made him shudder, though he did not grow…

His hands found the chair’s armrests, clung to them lightly while she worked her muscle around his own, and suddenly…