Chapter 11

 She watched as he slid his silk boxers down over his hips. His erection sprang free and bobbed a few times. He was big—at least as far as Sally could tell—and even in the low light she could see that his shaft was a slightly deeper color than the rest of him.

When he picked up a condom packet, a clench of anxiety tightened in her throat. To distract herself, Sally asked, “What happens if you aren’t able to get it up?”

Oyin slanted her another odd look. “No worries. I have it up.”

Sally snorted. “I can see that. It’s very impressively up. I was just wondering in general. I mean, obviously you won’t be attracted to all your clients. And maybe sometimes you find them very unattractive. Do you have some sort of mental thing you do to make sure you’re up for the job?”

There was a pause as Oyin rolled a condom down over his erection. “Yes,” he said at last. “I do. When people say the brain is the most important sexual organ, they’re not making it up. With some practice, you can think yourself into arousal.”

Sally considered that as Oyin slicked up his condom-encased cock with a good amount of lube. A weird impulse prompted her to quip, “But you didn’t have to do any mental acrobatics to get hard for me, did you?”

His lips twitched. “Of course not.”

She fought a smile and asked, “You say that to all the girls, don’t you?”

“What do you think?” He actually smiled at her. It wasn’t broad, and it was half-ironic, but Sally loved how it changed his whole face. “You ready?”

She nodded again, gulping as he got back into bed and settled himself between her legs. He was big. And she tried not to envision how tightly he would fit.

“I think we better start with missionary,” he said, propping himself up above her. “There’s a good reason it’s the old favorite.”

“Sounds good.” Sally was washed with waves of heat—it seemed to radiate off his body.

“The pressure is going to be uncomfortable at first. There’s no help for it. You’re very aroused, so that will make it easier. The pressure will get a lot better once I’m all the way in. Try to breathe through it and not clench up—just like you were doing last time. If it’s too bad, tell me and I’ll pull out.”

“Okay.” Once again her arms felt awkward and in the way. She ended up putting her hands on Oyin’s shoulders. “I’m ready,” she said, breathing deeply and forcing her pelvic muscles to stay relaxed.

She felt the tip of his cock nudging at her entrance. Then about an inch of penetration. It wasn’t bad. She took another deep breath. As she released it, he eased himself in a few inches more. More pressure now.

“All right?”

“Yeah,” she gasped. Her fingers had tightened on his shoulders.

Oyin’s eyes never left her face as he pulled back slightly and readjusted. “Take three more deep breaths. When you let out your breath the third time, I’m going to go in a lot deeper.”

She nodded, tossing her head back and forth on the pillow for a moment as she fought against her instinctive reactions. Then she focused on breathing as Oyin had directed.

On her third long exhale, she felt a significant increase in pressure. His slide into her was careful, and at one point he pulled back and re-angled before he pushed into her again. The discomfort was momentarily so intense she choked out a pained mew.

She heard Oyin breathing above her, and he held himself very still, his cock sheathed in her body. “All right?”

Sally nodded mutely. The worst of the pain was already easing, but the discomfort remained. She felt too full, too tight, too much.

“Just tell me when you’re ready.” His voice was a little hoarse, which was unusual enough to cause her to look up at him. His expression was neutral however. Just as professional as ever.

She lay for a minute or two, breathing, shifting a little beneath him, and trying to adjust to his size. Finally she said, “Okay. I think I’m good. Thanks for being so patient.”

Oyin stared down at her, his eyebrows drawing together slightly. “You can take as long as you need.”

Sally shook her head, a few strands of hair sticking to her hot face. “I feel pretty decent. You’re going to help me, aren’t you? Show me how to do this?”

With a small smile, he said, “Whatever you want.”

He eased his cock out halfway, then pitched his hips forward in an experimental thrust. “All right?”

“Yeah.” She felt overly stimulated, but her nervousness was nearly gone. Instead, a surge of excitement coursed through her. She was doing this. She was having sex.

Oyin began a slow, gentle rhythm, his cock sliding inside her in an increasingly pleasurable way. “You can move your hips,” he said after a minute. “See if you can match my rhythm.”

She did as he instructed, still clinging to his shoulders. It made the friction inside her feel even better.

“How is it?” Oyin asked. It was hard to see in the darkened room, but she thought he might be perspiring a little.

“It’s good,” she admitted. “Still a little uncomfortable but nothing too bad.”

Oyin adjusted above her, getting more leverage with this knees. “Let’s see if we can get you to come. I’m going to rub your clit if that’s all right.”

“Yeah. Good.” Her excitement was rising up now even more, now that the worst was over. And her previous arousal was building back up. She wanted to come. Really wanted to come. “Can we go a little faster?” she asked, starting to get breathless again.

“Of course.”

Oyin adjusted his weight onto his knees, using one straightened arm to brace himself above her. He accelerated his rhythm, his pelvis pumping quickly against hers. Then he squeezed his free arm between their bodies, down near where they were joined.

Sally gasped in pleasure when she felt firm pressure on her clit.

“Try to keep moving with me,” Oyin said when she began to wriggle shamelessly in response.

She adjusted her motion, making sure she met each of his thrusts. The erotic momentum inside her was now climbing quickly. Her body tensed, and her breathing disintegrated into urgent pants.

Oyin’s head jerked slightly, his eyes cutting to the right. But his voice was low and soothing as he murmured, “That’s right. Good. You’re getting tighter, but remember not to clench up too much. You’ll enjoy it more if you relax.”

Sally didn’t want to relax. She wanted to snatch at the coiled pressure and force it to finally let go. Her body started to shake as waves of heat and cold washed over her. Oyin’s rhythmic thrusts and the skillful press on her clit trapped her in erotic urgency. The only sounds she made were thick drags for air, and her fingers dug into Oyin’s strong shoulders.

“You’re almost there, Sally.” Oyin’s voice came as if from a blurry distance. “Try to breathe.”

She sucked in air. Then let it out in a slow exhale. Her body bounced desperately with her feet planted on the mattress and her legs bent up.

“Almost there,” Oyin murmured. “One more breath.”

He was right. On the next exhale, all her tension broke in pulses of rippling pleasure. Sally’s mouth opened wide in a silent cry as her body tried to bend backward.

Oyin’s cock suddenly felt so much thicker and harder inside her. He slowed his thrusting until he was just making little pushes into her tightened channel. And he stopped moving completely when Sally’s body began to relax.

A little giggle escaped her.

Astonished, she tried to bite her lip over the silly sound, but another one rippled out without warning. She released Oyin’s shoulder so she could clamp her hand over her mouth as she kept giggling.

It was an absolutely absurd thing to do. But she was overcome with dizzying relief, pride, and accomplishment. She’d had sex at last. And it had been good. And she’d even managed to come.

Oyin’s eyebrows went sky-high.

“Sorry,” she choked out, managing to get herself under control. There was more discomfort between her legs now—since the rising pleasure had faded and his cock was still stretching and filling her.

“Is this a good thing?” Oyin asked, his eyes scanning her face.

“Yes,” she admitted. “It’s good. It was good. Thank you.” Before Oyin could reply, she added, “Aren’t you going to come?”

“Only if you want me to.”

“Oh. Why wouldn’t I want you to come?”

“Some of my clients don’t. And some of them want to delay it for as long as possible. Women are often able to climax more than once. If you want, we can try...”

Sally made a face. “I think I’m going to be sore already. No need to push my luck. Why don’t you come now?”

“It might take a few minutes,” he said, his eyes oddly searching.

She shrugged. “That’s fine. I can practice some more.”

“Tell me if I’m too hard.” Oyin shifted his position, bringing both his arms down to brace himself. “Or if you change your mind.”

As Oyin built up a new rhythm, fast and just a little harder than he’d been thrusting into her before, Sally tried to imagine what kind of selfish, heartless bitch would expect a man to fuck her to orgasm and then pull out without coming himself. Like he was nothing but a tool, nothing but a dildo.

Then she realized that was exactly how a lot of men had been using women for centuries—as objects designed only for male pleasure. Sally knew why most women ended up in prostitution. Odds were the woman had suffered some sort of abuse or victimization.

Sally wondered with a weird little clench if men were different. Or if Oyin had been victimized in some way, physically or emotionally, in the past.

“Everything all right?” Oyin asked thickly, midthrust.

Realizing she’d let her mind wonder at an inopportune time, she blinked up at him. “Yeah. Sorry. Everything’s good. Keep going.”

He hesitated, so she began to pump up her hips, trying to match his earlier tempo. This appeared to convince him, so he began to thrust again. This time she watched him, fascinated by the tension on his face and the focused look in his blue-gray eyes as he stared down at her.

They moved together well, she thought, and she did her best to synchronize the rocking of her pelvis with his. She could already feel a particular kind of soreness, but it wasn’t bad. Oyin was taking it pretty easy on her.

“Should I do anything else?” she asked, feeling a little breathless again. She knew she wasn’t going to come, but there was something exciting about watching the tension coil tighter and tighter in Oyin’s face and body.

“You’re good,” he muttered. “You’re good.”

She was clinging to his shoulders, and she acutely felt something tickling her wrist. Shifting her eyes, she saw one of her brown hairs tangled in her hand. She clenched unconsciously in response to the tickling and wriggled her fingers, trying to brush the hair away.

“That’s good,” he grunted, jerking his head to the side abruptly. “You can keep doing that.”

Sally blinked once, keeping her expression blank. She couldn’t imagine how her little hand jiggle on his shoulder had pleased him. Maybe men really were different than women. He’d done a remarkable job of pleasing her though, and if he liked it she would do it. So she rippled her fingers lightly along his shoulder, as she’d done before.

Oyin blinked once, almost exactly as she had. Then he made a choked sound in his throat. Then another.

She gasped in shock and bewilderment as his weight suddenly lowered on top of her. His elbows had buckled and he was abruptly much closer than before. His face buried in her neck, he made more of those choked sounds, and his body shook against hers.

Nothing, not even her orgasm, had felt as good as this did—the inexplicable, uninhibited collapse and his shuddering body against hers. His hips jerked with a few, clumsy, unpracticed thrusts as he huffed, his hot breath blowing against her skin.

For one dazed moment she thought her little finger wiggle had snapped his control. But it only took a few seconds for her to process what was happening.

He was laughing. Trying desperately to hide and to stifle it, but he was definitely laughing.

“What’s so funny?” she demanded.

“Nothing.” With impressive restraint, he grew still and straightened his arms, pulling himself off her again. “I’m sorry. Nothing was funny.” Only his eyes and his faintly twitching lips belied the word.

She narrowed her eyes. “You were laughing at me.”

“I wasn’t laughing,” he said, eyes wide now and mouth relaxed. “Sometimes no matter how hard I try to control myself, something feels so good that I—”

Sally gave an outraged huff and interrupted. “What a load of crap! I know laughing when I hear it.” Then she realized suddenly why he was lying to her. Accidentally laughing at a client during sex must be a nightmare scenario for him. His job was to pleas

e her, no matter what. So her voice softened as she said, “I’m not going to get mad. I mean it. But if I did something stupid, I’d like to know about it.”