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bursts of his come filling the condom buried in my pussy a moment before I collapse onto his heaving chest.
    He wraps one arm around my waist and flips us. We come to rest with my head on the pillows, fully sprawled on the mattress. He peers into the rubble of my loose smile. Finally relief. Where nothing else has helped, finally, finally, I’m free of the burning arousal that’s haunted me for two weeks. Until he withdraws to dispose of his rubber. The exit of his persistent, semi-hard cock triggers a rebirth of fresh awareness.
    I miss his presence deep inside me.
    “Damn it.” The fire in my gut hasn’t been extinguished by the flood of rapture Rick instigated. Merely appeased for a brief moment. I long for the ultimate satisfaction that had melted my bones on Christmas Eve. “What the hell is wrong with me? It must be hormones.”
    “If that’s what you want to call it.” He tugs on his cock, which still refuses to turn completely flaccid. Another first. Can he sense the lingering sparks arcing between us?
    “Did you just roll your eyes at me, Rick?”
    “Fuck yes.”
    “How old are you?” I can’t help the nervous giggle that escapes. My head crashes onto his shoulder when he settles beside me. It’s not all amusement though. What is he feeling? Was it fantastic for him? Good enough to crave seconds or did my rough ride leave him unsatisfied too?
    He destroys my insight and instinct. Disorienting.
    “Twenty-eight.” His serious tone sobers me pretty damn quick. “How old are you, Sarah ?”
    A shudder runs down my spine when he breaks out my legal name. A gift I’ve given only to him in all my time as a sex worker. “Twenty-five.”
    “So young.” His cock stirs against my inner thigh. Could he be as unfulfilled by our quick fuck as I am? The hundreds of other times we’ve indulged have done just fine for us both. Something has changed. It’s the end of an era.
    Could it be the beginning of another?
    I bite my lip as I raise my head to gaze into his eyes, a million questions stirring in my mind.
    “I don’t know the answers,” he whispers. “All I know is I need more. Of you. More than a fifteen-minute budget quickie.”
    He sucks my lip into his mouth, soothing the spot I’d chewed.
    This time his assault is borne of tenderness. The difference terrifies me.
    I try to break from his hold, but he fuses his lips to mine, stealing a full-mouth kiss. A delicacy I never indulge in with customers.
    I whimper, attempting to turn my head to avoid the overwhelming desire for more than his body, which threatens to leave me vulnerable, exposed. He doesn’t supply an opportunity to indulge my instinctive reaction.
    Rick pursues my lips no matter how I angle my face, slipping his tongue into my mouth when I open my jaw to protest. I fight harder, trying to buck him from on top of me, but he’s too large. He adjusts his bulk to secure my position beneath him while he plunders my mouth.
    All I have to do is scream and it’ll be over. Prostitutes are well protected here. My neighbors will hit their panic buttons and the police stationed in the small district outside will arrive within half a minute.
    But I can’t make a single peep.
    Don’t want to. Not really.
    I force myself to go lax in his hold, every muscle turning limp and loose as they usually are after we fuck.
    The change has him backing off, searching my eyes with a beam of hope and longing.
    I’m desperate to be the woman he seeks. Without discussing it first, making sure we’re on the same page, I’m afraid to hand over my entire being. Does he realize the power he has over all of me, not just my physical form?
    “Stop, Rick. You’re asking for more than I can give.”
    “Can or will?” His raspy panting buffets my face, washing me with the scent of his favorite wintergreen gum. “You’re running, love. I thought you were tougher than this.”
    He captures my mouth once again, tempting me to cave, seducing me with gentle licks and