clothes."
Eve wore so many layers he was delighted when she lifted her arms to assist. Her sweater and silky undershirt came up and off, then her skirt slid down. He was unaccustomed to the help of a call girl. The ones he'd entertained in the past simply stood, or laid, immobile, expecting to be admired as each layer came off, and not by her own hands, unless he'd ordered her to strip while he watched.
He stepped back to admire Eve. Calves hidden by soft suede boots joined thighs a horny man sometimes dreamed about, the soft kind a man could lose himself in. Legs long enough to lock around him, to pull him deeper inside her with their muscular strength. The legs of an athlete, now devoted to the sporting bed.
The lush woman standing before him, nude except for her bra and matching dark green panties and those tan boots, looked uncertain, as if unsure of her next move.
He harbored no such doubts, not with Croupier almost weeping to be set free from the confines of Nick's pajama pants. Nick ripped off his robe and drew Eve into his arms. The lace covered tips of her breasts molded against his chest. His hands slid down to cup her soft butt, partly revealed by the high cut of panties that left him anxious to uncover the wonders that lay beneath.
First, he needed to strip off his own clothes. He wanted no barriers between them when he finally removed her bra and took the heated flesh of her breasts in his hands. Buried his face in her cleavage. Licked her salty skin that smelled of apricots.
She moaned and reached for the bunched silk of his pajama pants. Her fingers trembled as she moved the elastic aside and delved inside. Croupier trembled, too.
More of her act, but sweet, just the same.
To assure Croupier's well being, Nick lowered his pants an inch or two for Eve.
Her gaze went from his rigid cock to his face and back. She wasted no time, freeing Croupier to stand up and out in all his glory, then shoved Nick's pants down and off.
She smiled faintly and wet her lips before looking back at Nick, a question in her glance.
"It's all yours, sweetheart," he assured her, stepping out of his slippers. "As little or as much as you like."
"I... like," she whispered fiercely, and he lifted her in his arms.
"Nick," she murmured, reaching up to him.
"All in good time, sweet Eve. All in good time." With great care he placed her on the silk sheets, then knelt, the carpet plush beneath his knees. He laved her navel and ran his tongue around its dimpled rim.
He started to slip off her boots, thought better of it, and ran his hands up the inside of her thighs instead. Her whole body quivered.
Nick swallowed convulsively. A queenly courtesan, Eve's refined grace set his blood on fire.
So responsive. This part was no act. Her quick reaction to his touch reminded him again of the sparkler he'd held too long.
Don't get burned .
Not likely. He'd been deceived by too many women to allow it to happen again. The women frequenting his circle wanted just one thing: access to his bank account.
Enjoy yourself. This tempting dish is all yours for the night .
When his thumb slid to the satin fabric covering her pussy, she almost came up off the bed.
"Nick, oh, Nick," she cried, trying to pull him up on the bed.
"Easy." He soothed her, a gentle hand stroking her thigh. "You don't have long to wait now."
That said, he buried his face in the inviting vee where her thighs met. Her panties were already damp, her musky, feminine scent an aphrodisiac. He licked the satiny fabric covering her mons. Once. Twice.
Eve climaxed with the force of exploding fireworks, her thighs keeping his head in place, every muscle taut as her body convulsed. She moaned, her intense passion preventing speech as her head lolled back.
At least this was no act. He'd hired a hot one. Some call girls faked their release. Those, he immediately saw through and sent them away early. He much preferred a responsive woman.
Like Eve.
Her twitching eased. This was so