The Client

8

I nipped at the hard pink bud of her nipple one last time and headed south. Her bush was neatly trimmed, allowing her clit to peak through the apex of her pussy lips. Crawling over one of her legs, I kneeled between her thighs. I marveled at the sight in front of me. Puffed up pussy lips glistening with wetness. At last, I thought, as I leaned in and kissed her there.

Her scent was heavy and I felt my clit throb as I traced my tongue along her slit. I dug my hands under her behind and clenched my nails into her flesh, pushing her closer to me. When I probed the tip of my tongue into her opening the first time, she let out another sigh, her pelvis bucking up to meet me. The time for teasing had passed.

My lips latched onto her clit, sucking it into my mouth.

“Oh god,” she said as her fingers found my hair, her nails digging into my skull. “Oh yes.”

I flicked my tongue over her clit a few times before releasing it from my mouth. She responded by shoving my head deeper between her lips.

“Don’t stop,” she hissed, and I had no intention of stopping. I sucked as much of her lips into my mouth as I could before trailing my tongue from the bottom of her pussy all the way up and launching a frenzy of licks on her clit.

Instantly, I felt her muscles tense beneath me. I lapped at her clit, flicking it from left to right, until she came, shuddering, her pussy releasing a jet of juices that I happily swallowed.

“Jesus,” she sighed. Her body relaxed and, as happy as making her come had made me, I wanted so much more. I crawled up to her, pouring half of my body over her, my own pussy lips pulsing with need again.

“I don’t charge for house calls,” I whispered in her ear. “Any chance we can continue this in your bed?”

“Oh yes.” She held me tight in her arms, her fingers stroking my neck. “But you need to recommend a new therapist first.”