Page 66 of The Client
I’m off my stool and around the island in half a heartbeat. After I scoop Izabela up, I carry her into the sitting room and set her on the white sofa. She looks up at me, flushed, eyes dilated. She wants this as much as I do.
“Take off all your clothes,” I tell her.
As she fumbles to untie her apron, I go to the pocket door and slide it closed, then flick the latch. Nobody will come in here with the door locked. Even if they did, it wouldn’t stop me.
Izabela’s dress slides to the floor on top of the apron, her strapless bra along with it, but I’m too impatient to wait for her little black thong to come off. I hook a finger around the crotch and pull, feeling the wetness that’s soaked into the fabric. She’s more than willing in my arms as I drop onto the sofa, lean back, and pull her onto my lap.
I kiss her neck, tracing the curve of her back with my fingertips. I grab her hips, pushing and pulling her over the hard bulge between my legs. She shivers under my hands, moaning, tugging at my belt, but I’m not in a hurry. This isn’t how I want this to go.
“Lie back,” I say.
She stretches out on the couch, her head pillowed on the sofa’s arm, looking up at me. Her nipples are tight pink rosebuds, her breaths fast.
“Open your legs.”
She drops her foot to the floor and hooks the other over the back of the sofa. Spread wide, her pussy wet and ripe for the taking. Beautiful.
“You’re a work of art, Izabela.”
I strip quickly and climb over her, covering her with my body. She’s shivering, goosebumps on her arms. I kiss her again, slowly, letting my warmth seep into her skin. For the first time since I met her, I don’t feel the need to fuck her brains out. Instead, I want to explore her one inch at a time.
Kissing behind her ear, nipping softly at her neck, I run my hands over her narrow shoulders, her smooth biceps. Her skin is soft and supple, her breasts a perfect fit for my palms. She arches her back, pressing her nipples into my hands. I thumb them gently as I kiss my way down her neck. Her pussy is so wet I catch the scent of ripe peaches. It makes my head spin.
I trail my lips over the ridge of her collarbone, the hollow at the base of her throat. My hands skim the ridges of her ribs, the curve of her waist, the crest of her hips. Her body is becoming familiar to me, yet I learn something new every time I touch her.
She watches me with heavy-lidded eyes as I move down her body, slowly kissing across her chest and the soft rise of her breasts. When I suck her nipples into my mouth she cries out, as if the pleasure is almost painful. My cock is throbbing, but still I take my time, drawing increasingly breathless moans out of her as I suck, lick, nibble.
Soon, she’s writhing against me, desperate for more contact, flaming my urge to bury myself deep inside her. Knowing how easy it is for me to get her off only turns me on more. I don’t even care about myself; I just want her to enjoy every second of this.
Moving my fingers down between her hot thighs, I part her pussy lips and dip inside. She’s literally dripping wet, and the evidence of her arousal drives me insane. The head of my cock pulses against her thigh, but I force myself to exercise restraint. She gasps my name as I release her nipple from my mouth and cover her lips with mine.
Now I’m sucking her tongue, thrusting my fingers into her faster and deeper, teasing her to the brink of orgasm before I’ve even put my dick inside her. Izabela meets my kiss with abandon, fucking my hand, her nails clawing down my back, each frantic touch making it harder for me to stay in control.
“Rhys,” she pants. “I’m going to come.”
I want to come with her.
Pulling back, I say, “Get up.”
Moving off her, I sit up on the sofa and then pull her onto my lap so she’s facing me. Then I wrap a hand around my shaft and trace her opening with the tip, dragging myself through her wetness, up and down, up and down, until both of us are groaning with anticipation.
I can’t wait any longer, but I force myself to pause and wait for her nod that means I don’t have to run upstairs to find a condom. She gives it immediately.
Cupping her face in my hands, I draw her down for a kiss and plunge inside her. Hot, tight, heavenly.
“Fuck,” I murmur.
“Fuck,” she whispers back.
I ease into a rhythm, never rushing, thrilling in the sweet glide. My muscles tense. I can feel the pressure building with each thrust. I’ve never fucked this slow in my life, yet it’s nothing short of incredible. Every inch of me inside her, filling her, completing her. Izabela starts rocking harder against me, faster, moaning inside my mouth.
The sounds spilling from her throat—Jesus, I can’t hold back.
Grabbing her hips, I pump up into her, slamming her down on my cock.
“Rhys,” she moans.
And then she’s coming, gushing, her pussy contracting around my shaft. I climax with her, exploding into her so hard that blackness edges my vision. Her arms encircle me and for a while we just stay as we are, her head tucked under my chin, both of us catching our breath as the sweat on our bodies begins to cool. When she finally eases off me, she stands there naked and perfect, gazing down at me with a smile.
