Escort
Copyright© 2026 by Sandra Alek
Chapter 10
Helen slid on top of him, feeling the heat of his body against her skin. When their lips met, the kiss was hungry, almost desperate — it mixed all the tension of these days with the bitterness of the coming goodbye. His wide, hot palms rested confidently on her hips, and she ran her fingers through his hair, losing touch with reality.
Excitement pulsed low in her belly, echoing in the pearl itself. When she could wait no longer, Helen lifted herself slightly. With one hand she guided him into her wet, ready opening. She lowered herself unbearably slowly, catching every sensation. Steve kept his eyes on her face. His hands caressed her breasts, fingers lightly pinching her nipples, making her arch her back.
This slow entry felt like both torture and bliss at the same time. When she finally sank down completely, taking him all in, Helen froze. The room held only their uneven breathing. For a few moments they simply looked into each other’s eyes, building a connection deeper than just physical closeness.
Then she started to move. At first — steady up-and-down rhythm — but soon the pace changed. Helen began making circular, rocking motions with her hips, rubbing the pearl on the chain against his skin. The heat inside her became unbearable. She felt every cell in her body vibrate with pleasure.
Steve let out a low, throaty groan. At some point his control cracked. He took over: with one strong move he flipped her over, ending up on top. Now he set the rhythm — deep, commanding, and raw. Helen threw her legs over his shoulders and met his thrusts wildly, giving herself completely to the storm. In this bedroom, under the indifferent stars, there were no more debts, loans, or Brooklyn — only this endless, blinding night.
Steve didn’t let her catch her breath. He turned her onto her stomach. Helen pressed her palms into the cool sheets and felt him enter her again — powerfully, deeply, from behind. This new angle made her cry out from the sharpness of the feeling. The rhythm grew harder, and soon a wave of orgasm crashed over her, knocking the air from her lungs. She felt like she was in heaven, dissolving in the pulsing of her own body.
As soon as it passed, Steve gently turned her onto her back. He hovered over her face. His breathing was heavy, his muscles tense to the limit. Helen, driven by instinct and not wanting to let the moment go, wrapped her hands around his shaft. She pulled him closer and took the head into her mouth, helping him finish. When he shuddered, she eagerly caught every hot stream, swallowing it like precious nectar from this crazy night.
Finally, when it was over, the bungalow filled only with the hum of the air conditioner and their uneven breathing. The tension that had built up for days disappeared, leaving behind an amazing lightness. They fell onto the pillows side by side and suddenly started laughing — sincerely, carefree, like people who had done something incredible.
They lay for a long time, legs tangled, lazily touching each other and kissing — now softly, slowly, without hurry. The chain around Helen’s waist had shifted a little, and the pearl glowed softly on her stomach, reminding her that all of this had really happened.
In the morning Steve woke her up. His kiss was soft but insistent, pulling her from deep sleep back into a reality that still felt like a fairy tale.