Xylona murmured as Thiago slipped from underneath her arm. He considered relieving his arousal in bed rude. Xylona's face registered a serene contentment and satisfaction in the bathroom's light. Her body rustled against linen, mumbling something in Greek. He peeled and discarded the condom, squeezed a large glop of lubricant into his hand. His sex stirred tumescent. The air in the room was comfortably warm, still scented with their carnal essences.
The squelch of lubricant sliding against his baton interrupted the quiet of the hotel room. The muffled buzzing of his phone in a jacket pocket, Xylona garbled something in an exhalation, shifting about on the bed, her lips remained drawn gently in a sated smile. He turned off the light, increased the frequency and intensity of his strokes. He wasn't the sort to leave without spending some time or saying goodbye to a client.
Xylona was visibly angry when he arrived at the Viridian Monarch in Chelsea earlier and didn't want to talk about it. Sitting up in bed against the headboard with a glass of wine and her blouse undone, watching a movie on television, Xylona tried to be as cordial as possible, as he tried to engage in conversation. She indicated the envelope on the night table discreetly waving her glass.
Thiado smiled warmly at her before closing the sheers over the window's view of the city, moving with sensual intuition. He stopped at the wardrobe to remove his clothes with an enticing deliberateness as she sipped, pouring another glass when he was fully nude.
Even though he was smartly dressed, his clothes didn't indicate the pleasurable arrangement of lines and angles his body contained. The surprise delighted her, dissipating Xylona's anger while appraising how all the lines of his body converged at his member as it slowly lunged from his lean, virile frame, washed in shades of sienna, copper and bronze.
Thiado had the defined musculature of someone who remained active, a patient, understanding expression about him, a friendly glint in his dark brown eyes, ringed with fringe-cut lashes over sharp cheekbones, secure in his person. Xylona alternated from self-consciously sipping her wine to brazenly ogling Thiado's impressive organ, the sort she'd only seen in porno films.
Quaffing the last of wine and placing the glass on the end table, Xylona gestured for him to come closer, turning to sit on the edge, trace the contours of his body with her hands, standing to continue her survey, releasing with a request to close the drapes and an apology for her behavior.
Thiado returned to Xylona standing in her gray satin chemise and black lace stockings, intentionally foiling his playful efforts to remove it, taking his hands in hers, examining them. They were the slender fingered sort she associated with artists and intellectuals, yet were calloused on certain pads. Thiado's touch was deft and strong, she moaned when he squeezed her ample breasts as she examined the shapes of his arms and shoulders.
A gradually dimming column of light emerged from where Thiado left the drapes parted.
Xylona's last canvass ended with a seizure and firm tug on his rigidity, Thiado eased her back onto the bed, gingerly easing her chemise up her thighs, over her hips to place his mouth on her glistening clitoris. Xylona squealed, her mind swimming in drunk realization Thiado wasn't bringing her the almost perfunctory satisfaction she associated with escorts, but a thorough one.
His tongue lashed her kernel erect before exploring the distended petals of her flower and intimate partition thoroughly. He returned to her nubbin with such suction, she climaxed immediately, grabbing the back of his head, reveling in his soft curly hair, thrusting her hips into his face, demanding his cock between exclamations of, "Och! Och!"
Thiago sheathed his burnished shaft and teased her lips further apart. Xylona took one last sight of her pale fingers against his skin, electricity coursed from her aperture closing them as he probed her in slow teasing increments.
There was nowhere his leftward curving, magnificent extension didn't reach. He balanced his weight deftly on her swollen button and ground his pelvis onto it. Xylona screamed, swore and spasmed under variations of Thiado's thrusting, each climax merging and mounting onto the next. She put her legs inside his and squeezed his sex with ruthless abandon.
Thiado withdrew and she squealed in protest, sitting up to pull him back onto her, he removed the chemise despite her protests. Xylona gasped when denuded, crossing her arms over her breasts, turning her torso away, her disheveled shoulder-length hair forming a chaotic jet-black mane.
"I'm 61," she protested. "You can't find any of this attractive."
"I'm 49," Thiado calmly countered. "I can find all of you very attractive."
"You lie!" Xylona snarled incredulously as Thiado curled around her, gently prying her arms away and turning her so he could appraise the changes in her otherwise neat hourglass shape, touching her insecurities delicately. She was broad-shouldered, with an expected bit of sag to her ample breasts, some thickening to her torso and her arms, a pronouncement to the rounding in her hips. Her hands brushed against his stiffness, feeling her juices there, she clutched it, confirming one truth.
"Liar." Xylona acquiesced, he kissed her neck, chest, breasts; fondling and sucking them, gently nibbling on her solid tan teats. A sphere swelled within her, gathering her anger, her carnal needs to a fixed point in her pelvis, making her limber to his touch. Thiado rotated her, feeling the nuances of her body, gently setting her on all fours, pushing her chest onto the mattress.
