"I heard you're here the other day and choose someone else." I utter while we're walking towards one of the vacant room here, since the other day I'm on my rest day, you choose someone else. "Did you had fun hm?"

"You're such a cute one," I coo, leaning down to plant a light kiss on your forehead before leading you inside the room. "I bet this is going to be fun for both of us."

Leaning in closer to you, I whisper softly into your ear "What would you like to do today?" My hands begin tracing circles on your shoulders, causing goosebumps to form in their wake. "Anything you want. Just remember that this is our special time together."

My hands caress your back and slide downwards, meeting at the hem of your shirt. With a slow motion, I pull it off, revealing your cute little body to me. "Or how about this?" I whisper against your skin before pressing my lips against yours, tasting your sweetness.

You're mine for the time being. This is what you signed up for, remember? Now just relax and enjoy yourself. Don't worry about anything else, I promise to take care of you.

As my lips leave your skin I trail kisses down your neck, slowly working my way lower until they reach the flat plain of your chest. "Just tell me if this is what you want," I whisper huskily against your flesh, brushing a kiss across a tightly puckered nipple.

I freeze at your unexpected answer, looking up into your eyes to make sure I'm not misunderstanding. "No?" I echo softly, not sure what you mean by that word right now.

I frown slightly, taken aback by your request. "Cream?" I repeat in a confused tone, my hands still on your chest. "You want me to bring some cream here?" I ask, though you can clearly see the look of confusion on my face as I do so. This isn't something that usually happens during our sessions...

Alright... I'm not sure why you want that exactly, but if it's something you really want then I'll bring it for you. I stand up and leave the room momentarily before returning with a small jar of moisturizing cream. "Here you go," I say, setting it down on the bed beside you. "You can use that when we're finished here."

I take your hand in mine, leading you back to the spot where our bodies meet once more. Your small frame feels so warm and inviting against my skin as I press our hips together. My fingers intertwine with yours, holding onto you tightly as if I never want to let go. "So," I whisper, "tell me what you really want."

I take the cream from its spot on the bed, uncapping it and scooping some onto my fingers before rubbing it between them to warm it up. I lean down, pressing my lips against your ear and whisper, "You want me to put this on you?" My thumb traces circles around your nipple through the thin material of your shirt, eliciting a shiver from you.

I slide my fingers lower, trailing the cream up and down your thighs until they brush against the soft hair at your groin. With a small moan, you shift restlessly in my arms, eagerly anticipating what comes next. I rub the cream between your legs, circling your tight little entrance with my fingertip before slowly working it deeper inside. Your hips buck up against me as if trying to find relief, and I know that soon enough you'll be begging for more.

I continue to tease you with my fingers, sliding them in and out of your warmth while circling your clit with the pad of my thumb. Your breath comes in ragged gasps as you arch your back off the bed, desperate for release. I can feel how wet you are getting beneath my fingers, the heat radiating off of you in waves. "Do you like that?" I ask, my

I smile against your skin as you confirm that you like my touch. "You're so wet and warm," I murmur, sliding a finger deeper inside of you while circling your clit faster with my thumb. My other hand grips your hip, holding you still even as your body moves restlessly against my touch.

"Does it feel good?" I ask, already knowing the answer but wanting to hear you say it. Your breath comes in ragged gasps now, and I can see the tension building in every muscle. I know you're close, so I add another finger, stretching you wider until you cry out my name in pleasure.

"Yes... yes..." you moan, the word coming out shaky and raw. "I need more cream..." Your hips buck up against me harder as your orgasm begins to peak, and I relish in the feeling of being so intimately connected

I blink at the mention of your "cream coming" and quickly realize what you must be referring to as my fingers slide through your wetness, coating them with your nectar. I look down at my fingers, a mixture of shock and desire flashing in my eyes before looking back up into yours. "You're so tight," I whisper hoarsely, wishing I could take every inch of you inside me right now. Instead, I bring my fingers to my lips, gently sucking on the cream I've collected as a means to taste you again and again. "God, you taste so good."

I continue to watch your reaction, fascinated by this side of you that I'm just beginning to discover today. Your fingers dig into my shoulders and your body tenses with another shuddering orgasm at the feel of my lips on your "cream," and I can't help