The Client

4

“I’ve always admired your view.” She twirled me around to face the window. “Let’s take a closer look.”

The blue light of dusk clung to the sky. I loved how the city lit up in the darkness, as if never wanting to go to sleep. The splendor outside paled in comparison to the wicked sparkle in Nicki’s eyes as she spun me back around.

“Wonderful,” she hummed. “Truly beautiful.” She grabbed me by the waist and pushed me up against the narrow windowsill.

Desire zapped through my flesh at the touch of her fingers on my body. Was I dreaming? Was this actually happening? The window was cool against my back. A stark contrast to the heat spreading through my muscles as she raked her fingertips from my waist to my thighs.

“Is this what you were thinking of?” Nicki asked before her lips found mine. She tasted of whiskey and lipstick. Her tongue was soft in my mouth, intertwining with mine, exploring. My legs turned to jelly when her fingers snuck beneath the hem of my skirt.

I traced a wet path of kisses to her ear. “Every day since we met,” I whispered. I licked her earlobe and retraced the steps my lips had taken earlier, inhaling her scent and committing it to memory.

Her thumbs pressed into the flesh of my thighs and I was glad I had the windowsill as support. My panties grew wet between my legs. My pussy throbbed violently. I pressed my palms against her chest, wanting to feel more of her. My fingers tore at the buttons of her blouse, eager to discover what lay beneath.

She broke our lip lock to hike up my skirt and I took the opportunity to slide her blouse off her shoulders. The black straps of her bra strained deliciously over her pronounced collar bones. I leaned forward and trailed my tongue along her soft skin there, biting into the right strap and guiding it off her with my teeth.