My Sweet Prostitute (English Translation)

Chapter 9

Lauren's POV

I knew what I wanted to do, all those hours that were waiting for me inside that room.

Unfortunately, my conscience prevented me from being someone without principles, but my body needed to have what it had been looking for what it seemed a long time, and that until that moment I hadn't achieved: Her.

But I couldn't impose what I wanted. Even though I was a client, even though it was her job and I was paying for it, I couldn't demand anything from her under those conditions.

I knew others had already done that tonight, but I didn't wanted to be like them.

Slowly, I put the wallet in the back pocket of my pants, and I lay on my back on Camila's bed, staring at the ceiling, my blouse still open from her attempt at the beginning of the night.

It would be up to her to decide what to do. If she wanted, we would be silent for the rest of the night.

But I hoped that she would bring other plans for us, because what I wanted, what I needed could only be done if she wanted as well.

I was still deep in my thoughts when my eyes caught the change on the environment in an unexpected way.

The room was into total darkness.

Camila had turned off the lamp that remained on the table behind her. The only source of light was turned off, and my eyes were now slowly adjusting to the complete darkness, broken only by the light of the full moon of the starry night, being able to distinguish the silhouettes of some objects and her body.

I close my eyes trying to keep my thoughts in order and my breathing calm. I didn't want to be tense or anxious, I wanted to act as I always did in these situations: calm and carefree.

Because that kind of situation was banal, but for some reason that I couldn't explain, I couldn't see anything banal in what was happening at that moment.

I felt the mattress under my body sink slightly, and then for the second time that night, I was surprised when I felt Camila kiss my belly.

Gently, she moved her mouth slowly up my stomach, until she placed soft kisses on my neck.

I shuddered at the feeling of her naked body on top of mine.

That was demanding too much of my self-control, and the worst part was, that she hadn't even touched me yet.

I barely managed to restrain myself as she teased me with light bites on my jaw, migrating towards my neck and ear, back to my breasts and down back to my belly.

She opened the only button that remained trapped in my pants, moving the zipper down and removing it along with my underwear.

I didn't dare to move, afraid that the moment I decided to touch her, my calm, already controlled, would go away.

-"Where is it?"—She asked in the dark.

-"Left pocket..."- I answered, keeping my eyes closed tightly, even knowing that if I opened them I wouldn't not be able to see almost anything.

I wondered why I was trying to stay calm and in control, since inevitably at some point that night, I'll fall into temptation.

The thought that I didn't needed to keep holding myself back, suddenly made me happy, but my rational side insisted that, all night long, caution was extremely necessary.

It was necessary because I knew the urgency that my body had. It was pathetic, but at that moment I wanted her with my whole being, and I knew she was fragile, to say the least.