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gnawed on the inside of her lip. When she shrugged slightly and let the robe drop off her shoulders, she wasn’t looking at my eyes. She was studying my chest as though trying to come to terms with the decision she was making. I finally breathed again. She seemed almost confused at what was happening. Maybe she was. It wasn’t every day, I suspected, that she got to make the choice about who she intended to fuck and how she intended to do it.
    I walked out of the bathroom, unbuttoning and unzipping my slacks as I moved, and I used my feet to step on the heel of my shoes, flipping them off. I paused by the chair that sat near the bed, stripping my pants and socks from my legs. I grabbed the couple of condoms in the pocket of my pants before folding the pants over the chair. I left my underwear on and tossed the condoms on the nightstand as I turned back around to see if she’d followed. And then I nearly choked.
    She was naked.
    She stood in the doorway of the bathroom, leaning against the doorframe. It wasn’t a casual stance though, and she looked unsure as her fingers gripped the wide white wood surrounding the door.
    But she was naked.
    Her body was slender, and her breasts were even smaller than they’d looked in the bathroom without the advantage of her bra pushing them up. But her nipples were pink, and her hips shapely. Her pussy was completely shaved, and her lips there were just as intriguing and beautiful as the ones on her mouth. And I wanted to kiss these lips just as much too.
    For a woman who had sex for a living, she seemed incredibly shy, but then, this wasn’t quite how it usually went for her, I suspected. And her attraction to me was something I’d grabbed hold of days ago before either of us had acknowledged out loud what she was—that attraction was not something I’d paid for then, and she was just being a woman at that time—until I took away her dignity by calling her out on her profession.
    I walked up to her, and her hands dropped to her sides as she put her back to the doorframe, but I could see her fingers wrapping around the wood of the frame behind her. She was holding her legs together as demurely as she could, and when I reached for her hip, her chest started heaving.
    “Open your legs.” I studied her eyes, waiting for her to relax enough to comply.
    The moment she did, I ran my hand over the smooth skin of her sex and slipped a finger between her lips. My mouth opened as I felt the wetness. She wasn’t a little wet. She wasn’t starting to get wet. She was full-on fucking drenched—so drenched I could hear the incredible sound of my finger smacking through her cum.
    I slid my middle finger into her, and her muscles clenched tightly around me. I groaned quietly, and she finally released her hold on the doorframe and reached for my bicep to stabilize herself. I thrust slowly, pressing a second finger in with the first, and she started groaning then too. Her head dropped, staring down at what my fingers were doing between her legs, and I reached for her cheek with my free hand, pulling her face up to look at me.
    I leaned to her mouth, wanting to kiss her lips at the same time I finger fucked the other ones. But she leaned away from my mouth again. I breathed against her neck instead as my fingers plunged through her wetness. Her muscles were strong, and the tightness was incredible. Stopping was difficult, but I managed to slow my strokes and eventually pull my hand away.
    She watched me, breathing quietly but quickly as she focused on my eyes. I stepped back from her, finally pushing my underwear down and letting my cock spring free. Her attention moved down to my erection, which was high and hard, jutting up between my hips. I sat on the side of the bed, and when she approached me, I gripped her waist. I leaned forward to kiss her stomach, but she stepped back.
    “Please don’t put your mouth on me.” Her voice was quiet.
    I nodded slowly as I looked up at her. “Okay.” My