I’d never felt so luxurious in my entire life. I lay sprawled across the chaise longue, clad in a buttery robe of dusty rose silk he so kindly gifted to me. The robe draped open, unabashedly displaying my naked skin just for him to see.

The Gentleman always said he liked the colour on me since the night we met. I’d donned a dress of dusty rose satin that exposed my bare back and met my knee. He said it brought out my chocolate hair and alabaster skin. Now, every time I see that colour I think of him. It has become of special meaning to us over the months we’ve enjoyed our company.

He watched me intently as I lay there for him. I adored how his brooding, coffee brown eyes glinted as they drank in every bare curve as if I were a work of art. Softly, they brushed over my breasts, my hardened nipples, the dip of my waist, down my thighs to the tips of my toes, The mature lines around his eyes crinkled. A dark, playful grin tugged at the corners of his lips.

‘Come here…’ he growled.

I gladly obliged, rising from the chaise longue. Our eyes are locked as I made me way to him, dropping the silky robe to the floor. Naked as Eve, I knelt at his feet.

‘I want to pleasure you.’ I said, running my fingers over his belt buckle and the solid bulge in his trousers.

‘May I?’

A smile spread across my cheeks as he hissed a breath through gritted teeth.

‘Of course…’ he said. He loosened his tie and popped open the top button of his shirt. ‘Do what you wish. I’m all yours.”

The tip of his cock felt delicious under my tongue. I loved to pleasure him slowly, running the tip of my tongue from shaft to tip, circling the sensitive skin at the top. Taking him into my mouth, I teased with slow, deliberate strokes.

Watching him shake, his head laid back into the couch, eyes closed and open mouthed set my senses alight, sumptuous warmth pooling between my thighs. I slid my fingers over my slick folds, circling gently round my clit.

“Yeah…” he moaned, “That’s it…”

With a shuddering gasp at my tongue flicking back and forth at his tip, I felt his fingers trail up into my hair, wrapping it round his fist. A sweet twinge pulsed between my legs and I moaned against his cock.

Gently, our pleasure built. The Gentleman guided me on softly with his hands in my hair, taking all his soft, hardened flesh to the back of my throat. Before long we were nothing but quivering messes.

He trembled underneath me, his hips jerking as his grip around my hair tightened. My fingers succumbed to the tingling bliss in my clit, my desperate whimpers with his cock in my mouth spiralling him over the edge.

“Yeah…yeah…” he whimpered, “I’m going to…I’m going to come…”

A harsh, luscious grunt emanated from his chest, releasing himself into me. I happily swallowed every drop.

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