Hired for secrets

I want you to touch me

Reckless, that's what she was right now! Why would she give Philip permission to touch her? But then again, what's wrong with living a little? Ever since meeting Philip she was ready to throw caution and discipline out the window to be careless and free if only for just one night.

Philip rose from his armchair. Like a panther approaching a mate, there was danger crackling in the air. His muscles flexed and his eyes locked on hers. He knew exactly what he was doing and Sofie's breathing increased as he approached. It was like sitting in a roller-coaster cart; slowly climbing to the top. Ra-ta-ta-ta-taaa. The thrill was inevitable. She had already committed to it. But was she looking forward to it? Or was it just too risky after all?

Her heart raced as she watched Elandra's most handsome and experienced escort sink to his knees in front of her. His face was inches from her's. She could feel his breath on her skin, minty and warm. Instinctively she closed her eyes and leaned in. Her body treacherously betrayed the burning desires within. There was only so much self control to go around and she yearned for him, ever since their first kiss. Her lips burned in anticipation of his touch.

But the touch never came. He did not kiss her. His lips only lightly brushed her cheekbones and hovered over her ear.

"I have other plans", he whispered, his words tingling the sensitive skin of her earlobes and sending shivers down her spine.

He positioned himself between her legs and slipped his hands under her thighs. With one firm tuck he slid her body towards him until their middles met. The sudden movement drew a small gasp from Sofie's lips but quickly transformed into a soft moan as their groins connected. She could feel his hard length and the vibrator that was still wrapped around it.

Steadying herself, she rested her hands on his forearms. When she looked up, his eyes met hers. His liquid honey melted in her green emeralds and the world started to fall away around her. Nothing else existed as she let her hands slide down his flanks, feeling the strong muscles that connected his broad torso to his waist.

Despite the fabric between them, his body felt as intimate and exciting as if she was touching his bare skin. She leaned forward to give her hands more room to explore. This subtle shift in posture pressed her soft breasts against his chest and he inhaled sharply at the sudden sensation. Even with the ball firmly in her court and facing an experienced player, there was power in her actions. Encouraged by this, she moved her fingers down to his buttocks and traced the pronounced dimples on each side. It felt firm and round under her palms. He growled in objection as the member between his legs twitched to life.

Instead of pulling back, he started his own offence: he opened her legs further and trailed along her inner thigh with the back of his hand. Heat spread along the path and carried forward like embers in a wildfire, setting her sex ablaze.

She let go of his body to lean back and savour the sensation. A small part of her acknowledged his skilful manipulation, but the rest of her decided it did not matter. The rest just wanted to dive head first into the wave, crashing over her as his fingers reached the epicentre of her desire. She moved her hips forward to give him better access.

He lightly brushed across the flimsy black fabric that separated her burning flesh from his touch. She could feel the warmth of his hands teasing and leaving her wanting for more. But he made no attempts to take it further. He just lightly brushed across the lace of her panties, creating small torturous vibrations. It was like eating fairy floss where every endorphine-triggering bite melts away into nothing.

"I want you to touch me," she bit out.

A victorious smile crossed his lips as he finally pushed the fabric to the side and let his meticulously manicured fingers glide through her folds. Her intense wetness instantly reduced the friction of his skin, making his touch furiously unsatisfying. As if he could read her mind he wiped his fingers on the inside of his palm. An unbridled moan tumbled from her lips, as his dryer fingertips created just the amount of pressure she needed to make her nerves explode with pleasure. Within seconds he had her climbing to precarious heights.