Nadine, Nadine vignette 1 (3 page)

His fingers tickled a path to her sex, where he spread her open to his questing tongue. Nadine let her head fall back to the mattress, vowing to enjoy
every second of his attentions even if they weren’t any good. He gave her pussy a gentle swipe. Nadine groaned, and let her eyes drift closed. After
a few more laving strokes, he flicked the edge of her clit with is tongue, never quite on it directly, and Nadine inhaled sharply. This was better than
good. He clearly had some knowledge of a woman’s body—or at least how hers worked. Direct stimulation so early on always hurt, but this… This
teasing made her want to thrash in his arms.

Slowly, he worked her higher, his tongue flicking her clit and then sliding lower to push inside her, and then back again. Back and forth, he built a
rhythm. Her fingers fisted into the cotton comforter, and Nadine was amused to find her elusive orgasm on the edge of her consciousness.

The next time he thrust into her with his tongue, she bit her lip to keep from crying out. Her body craved more. Had to have it. His fingers tightened on
her hips, holding her in place as she bucked underneath him. Each pass brought her ever closer. Her orgasm was imminent, and she desperately wanted to
come.

Then he stopped.

Her eyelids flew open, and their gazes locked across her body.

“No!” she cried. “Oh God, no, don’t stop.”

The man chuckled, and she felt her cheeks flame, ashamed.

“Sex.”

Nadine slapped her hand across her forehead. How could she have forgotten? “Of course. You’re right.” She paused and then added,
“Sorry.”

He shrugged. “Stay there.”

“Okay.”

He eased her legs off his shoulders and grabbed the condom from where Nadine had dropped it. He tore the foil open and sheathed himself inside, before
returning to where she lay draped over the edge of the bed. He lifted each knee and cradled them over his elbows. His dick pressed at her entrance.
“Will this position hurt?”

Nadine shook her head. “As long as you don’t try to do anal, I’m fine with any position you want.”

“That is not what I asked.”

No, it wasn’t. Nadine tried again. “It won’t hurt.” Especially not now, she was so wet.

He gave her a tiny nod and slid into her eager body. His cock stretched her, filled her. He stared down at where their bodies joined as he waited for her
to adjust.
Fuck, he feels good.
No trick ever felt this way. She wanted him, she realized. He wasn’t just a job, and that was a dangerous
thought.

She rolled her hips, enticing him. He understood her invitation and slid backward before pushing into her body again. She moaned in delight. He was
perfection, all friction and heat. Nadine gazed at him through half-lidded eyes. He was still watching where his cock disappeared into her. His face was a
picture of pure bliss, and the light shining behind him gave him a full body halo.

The light. The wings. An angel. She was fucking an angel.

She giggled, and his eyes sought hers.

He smirked. “Explain your amusement.”

Embarrassed, she stammered. “The light,” she trailed off. He slowed his gentle pumping to wait for her answer. “I’m sorry. You
reminded me of an angel.”

He nodded and resumed his slow, torturous pace. “Not ‘angel,’” he corrected her. “Angel.”

She couldn’t hear a difference in the words. But before she could form another coherent, thought he flexed a groin muscle, and his cock twitched deep
inside.

Oh man, that felt good.
“Do that again,” she begged.

He did.

Her orgasm spiraled closer. “I don’t know what you just did, but it feels amazing.”

The john smiled down on her, and flexed again. She moaned and rolled her hips. She never wanted this to end. “Don’t stop, please.”

“Never,” he whispered, but they both knew that was a lie.

He kept up the slow thrusting. Each time he pressed all the way in, he did his magic move. All too soon, she felt the heat coil in her belly. The man had
to know she was about to come. “Again,” she pleaded, and writhed against him. “Harder.”

Releasing her legs, he fell forward, bracing himself with hands on either side of her head. She clawed at his shoulders, brushing against his wings, and
his eyes crossed before he closed them. A strangled growl tore from his lips.

Nadine curled her legs around his waist, pulling him tight to her body with each thrust. His pace lost precision and quickened. She was so close to
release, she could taste it, but experience told her he was closer. She resigned herself to once again not being completed. She shrugged mentally.
Job hazard.
The men who paid for sex weren’t here for her.

Teasing at the base of his wings, she urged him on. His head fell forward, his longish hair tickling her cheek. His harsh breathing fanned her face.

“You first,” he said through gritted teeth. “Tell me what you need.”

“It’s okay,” she told him. “You don’t have to.”

“What is it with you and not answering the questions I ask?” he asked through his panting.

“My feelings don’t matter,” she replied honestly. “You pay me for sex, not my enjoyment.”

“That is not how I see it,” he paused when she brushed her fingers over the ridge of his wing. “I will not last long if you keep doing
that,” he admitted, swallowing a keen.

“Really, it’s okay. You don’t have to wait for me.”

“I want to feel your sexual release,” he whispered, completely breathless.

It only took a moment for her to weigh her options. In the end, it was a no-brainer. “Touch me, or let me touch myself.”

“You do it. You will know better than I how to do it.”

She nodded, and dove her fingers between their bodies to rub her clit in time with his thrusts. Her eyes drifted shut once again, and she let herself be
swept away by the sensations.

Several thrusts later, her release was once again imminent. In a split-second decision, she blurted, “I’m going to come.” This john
seemed like he’d want to know.

She wasn’t wrong. He pounded into her harder, all attempts at teasing her higher discarded. It didn’t matter. She was already there.

Nadine’s breath whooshed from her. Her back arched, her muscles taut as the orgasm tore through her. She bucked against him with each spasm.

“That is it,” the man purred.

When she came down enough to register the room around her, she returned to playing with his wings, teasing him higher.

“My turn,” he grunted and pressed in as deep as possible. She reveled in each pulse of his cock as he emptied into the condom within her body.
The sensation seemed to last forever—even though she knew it had only been seconds—before he collapsed. His weight rested on his forearms and his face
was buried in her hair.

She had never felt so satiated with a man in all her life. Boneless and relaxed, her eyes slowly opened. Nadine was encased in downy white feathers, the
tips brushing the mattress on either side of them. It was beautiful. She ran a hand through his hair as his breathing slowed, and she sighed in
contentment.

The john eventually lifted his head and gazed down at her. He flapped his wings. The stirred air caressed her face. “I need to clean up. May I use
your shower?”

“Yes, but quickly,” Nadine replied while glancing at the clock. “I have a client coming in twenty minutes, and I also need to freshen
up.”

He smirked and then kissed her nose. “Understood.”

The john pulled out of her body, and Nadine felt the loss of his warmth keenly. While he was in her bathroom making himself more presentable, she changed
out the comforter and pillows on her bed and added a fake fur rug to the floor. Then she picked the trick’s clothes up off the floor where
she’d discarded them. Laying them flat, she tried to brush the wrinkles out, quite unsuccessfully, she acknowledged. He’d need to take them to
a dry cleaner and have them pressed. Nadine shrugged. Not her problem.

She glanced at the clock again. What was her problem happened to be the man still in her shower. She needed him out. Now. As in, before the next man
arrived!

Her ears grew hot with embarrassment, but now she couldn’t shake the feeling Mr. Wings would be disappointed at seeing her prepare for another.
Nadine couldn’t do anything about it at the moment. It wasn’t like she hid her profession from him or anything. He knew what she did when he
hired her. She groaned. She needed to add the final touches to her room, but it would have to wait until after her current john left. Pleasing the next man
was really important, and she had sound financial reasons to cater to him. If she came close to his imaginings, he would reward her with large tips.

The water in her shower cut off, and Nadine stood straighter. A moment later the man stepped out of her bathroom, rubbing himself dry with her towel.

She wrinkled her nose.

“I apologize for using this one,” he said, indicating the towel in his hand. “I did not see another available for my use.”

Nadine waved the apology aside. She’d dry off with a spare hand towel she kept in a drawer and take that one home to wash at the end of her night.

“May I see you again, Nadine?”

That was the second time he used her name. “What did you just call me?”

“Nadine,” he replied, a slight frown creased his brows. “Is this not correct?”

“Oh, it’s correct… outside of this room,” she said, barely concealing her frustration. “But in here it is Lynn.”

The john’s smile returned. “I will do my best to remember.”

“Do that. I do not want clients to find me when I am not at work.”

“Understood. May I see you again?”

What did he think? Well, she amended the thought, earlier she had wanted to deny future engagements, but that was before her orgasm—now she felt
conflicted. She nodded curtly. “As long as you have enough cash to pay.”

“Not a problem. I have little reason to spend my stipend elsewhere.”

Her shoulders relaxed. It would appear she had a new regular. “Stipend?” she asked and then kicked herself. She had no business asking.

“Your Earthly governments provide for my monetary needs while I am stationed here.”

Whoa, new level of weird.

“I stay on the ship when not needed for consultation, but that may change as I become more involved diplomatically with your world.”

“You have a whole backstory ready for everything, don’t you?” Keeping his fantasy straight would require monumental effort. She knew,
after seeing the wings, she should have upped her rates for him.

The john looked at her quizzically, then understanding dawned. “You are unaware of Angel. My home planet.”

Oh boy.
Nadine glanced at the clock. Ten minutes. She had to get him out of here. “I’m sure this story is quite fascinating. Tell me about it next
time?”

“Of course.” He stepped toward her and began dressing. “I did not intend to make your job more difficult.”

Again she waved away his apology.

“You should not do that,” he whispered.

“Eh?”

“You should stand up for yourself. Demand proper behavior,” he explained. “Is it not common courtesy to apologize for taking up
someone’s time, especially while they are working?”

Nadine twitched her shoulders dismissively. “In here, clients reign. And within reason, what I want doesn’t matter.”

The john finished fastening the last button on his shirt. “You are wrong. I intend to show you differently.” He stepped closer, and caressed
her cheek with the back of his fingers. Gently, he pulled her to him, cradling her head in his hand. His lips descended and he brushed them against hers.
His tongue teased at the seam of her lips, and Nadine opened her mouth, deepening the kiss. Heat seared through her, and her toes dug into the carpet.

Before she was ready for it, he ended the kiss and pulled away. “Your next client?” he reminded lightly.

“Shit! Thanks.” Nadine took several hasty steps back, pivoted, and hustled to the small bathroom. “You know the way out?” she
called over her shoulder.

“Yes,” he answered. “Good night, Nadine.”

“Lynn!” She corrected, even though she liked how he said her name, all seductively and with extra emphasis on the “a”.

“Good night, Lynn.”

The door clicked closed behind him, and she sighed. She already wanted to see him again.

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