Free The Escort by Harmony Raines

to pay, but his behaviour reminded her of Jekyll and Hyde.
    The fare settled, he stood next to her, a distance between them. Now the financial arrangement was over, neither of them knew how to behave. When he was the escort, she knew where she stood, she was in control, now she had given that over to him. And Dan seemed a little unsure of this shift in power too. Or so she thought.
    Before the cab's tail lights had blinked out of view, he pulled her into his arms and kissed her fully on the lips, not caring that they were in full view of everyone who might be watching. Max was not one for public display, but before the instinct to pull back overtook her, she succumbed to the warm sweet taste of him. Her whole being waking to his touch as he ran his fingers down her spine to rest on her bottom. He needed little pressure to pull her close, she was willing, obedient to his touch.
    With a groan he pulled back, in one hand he felt in his pocket for his keys, in the other he held her hand tightly as if he were worried she would evaporate before him if he let her go. Leading the way he took her by the hand, she followed, her eyes fixed on his back. Mentally she was already removing his jacket, her fingers undoing his crisp white shirt. The hidden treasure under it would be hard toned, perhaps a sprinkling of hair would lead her down to his hard length. She had felt it pressed against her, now she would see him in his full aroused glory. It was hard for her to imagine how he could be so aroused for a woman like her. But that was one thing he couldn't make up, she had felt him, and now she wanted him to be inside her.
    In response her sex ached, needing to be filled by him, to have him thrust inside of her until she came, shuddering around him.
    The front door was open, they were spilling into his house, his hands going to her coat, dragging it off her shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. Before she could take a breath his mouth kissed along the swell of her breast, his hand cupping it while his thumb brushed her nipple. She thought she would explode. Fire coursed through her, like nothing she had ever experienced before. Max wanted to tear the fine fabric of her dress off with her bare hands, to offer herself to him. He could worship her body with his lips, kissing every inch of it, and then plunge his tongue deep inside her wet sex.
    "Fuck me," she begged.
    "Max, let's take it slow."
    "I don't think I can wait."
    "Flattering, but isn't it usually the man who says that."
    "I can't remember the last time I had sex. But I do know I need you right now."
    "Slow down."
    "Dan please."
    The urgency in her voice took hold of him, and he caught her need, and it inflamed his own. Reached to undo her dress, letting it slip off her shoulders to lie in a pool of silk at her feet. Kneeling down in front of her, he leaned forward and kissed the damp patch at the front of her panties, sliding the fabric aside and pushing into her wet depths. Her hands fisted his hair, not caring if she hurt him. It was unexpected, and incredible. Two fingers stretched her inner walls, his tongue tracing a line along her clit. She eased her feet apart, allowing him better access to her aching need.
    Wondering how he was controlling himself, her mind centred on each minuscule movement he made. The tip of his tongue firm against her little bundle of nerves, creating a throbbing sensation that thrummed through her body. His thick fingers inched deeper inside, probing her slick heat. She whimpered, thrusting her mound forward onto his face. Dan kissed and sucked her clit, making it engorged and terribly sensitive. Her nipples ached for the same treatment, and she used her hand to rub the taut buds, trying to satisfy the cravings of her flesh.
    His fingers left her sex, his hand sliding down her thigh until they rested on the back of her knee. Lifting it he placed it over his shoulder, before setting to work, hungrily lapping her dripping juices. He took her to the