Hospitality Man Series I: His Babymaker Client (ENGLISH VERSION)

CHAPTER 14

I RELEASED her gently, guiding her to stand.

“I don’t want to force you,” I murmured, offering a knowing smile.

She gave me a hesitant smile in return, but I could see the fire flickering in her gaze.

“But I need this,” I continued, pulling her flush against me. The heat of our bodies fused together, and I knew she could feel the rigid proof of my desire pressing into her. My left arm locked around her waist, while my right hand slid up, fingers tangling in her hair as I tilted her head back.

Then, I kissed her.

At first, she resisted, her body stiff. But it didn’t take long before her resolve melted, surrendering into me, her lips parting, inviting me in.

“Since I’m being hired, there’s no need for dates,” I whispered against her mouth before capturing it again in another deep, hungry kiss.

Without breaking our connection, I lifted her off the ground. Her legs instinctively wrapped around my waist, pressing herself even closer as I carried her towards the bed. Sitting down, I kept her straddling me, her warm breath mingling with mine as we lost ourselves in each other.

I devoured her lips as if I were starved, my tongue slipping past hers, teasing, coaxing, claiming. She hesitated at first, but then, like a flame catching the wind, she responded. Our mouths danced in an intoxicating rhythm, the taste of her sending a rush of heat through me. The soft, wet sounds of our kiss filled the room, heightening the electricity crackling between us.

She pulled at my tongue, sucking lightly, and a deep groan rumbled from my chest, my body twitching in response to the sheer pleasure of it.

Breaking the kiss, I trailed my lips along the curve of her jaw, my breath hot against her skin. My tongue flicked against the delicate shell of her ear before gliding down the smooth column of her neck. Her moan was soft, barely above a whisper, but it sent a pulse of raw desire through me.

I needed more.

My lips traveled lower, mapping her skin with slow, deliberate kisses until I reached the tempting dip of her cleavage. The very sight of it, barely concealed earlier, now fully within my reach, had my pulse racing. My tongue traced the valley between her breasts, teasing the sensitive skin, relishing the way she shuddered beneath my touch.

My hand slid behind her, fingers deftly pulling down the zipper of her dress. The fabric loosened, slipping down her shoulders, revealing more of the silken skin I ached to touch. My fingers found the clasp of her bra and released it effortlessly, the lacy fabric falling away. I swallowed hard, taking in the sight before me.

Lowering my head, I flicked my tongue over her hardened peak, savoring the way her body arched into me. I took her into my mouth, sucking gently before teasing her with slow, lazy swirls of my tongue. Her fingers tangled in my hair, pulling me closer, as if urging me never to stop.

My body was taut with need, my desire pressing insistently against the fabric of my slacks. Unable to resist any longer, I stood, guiding her to her feet before pushing the loosened dress down her frame. The garment pooled at her feet, leaving her standing before me in nothing but a pair of delicate lace panties. My breath hitched at the sight of her—bare, vulnerable, breathtaking.

Her fingers trembled slightly as she hooked them into the waistband of her last remaining barrier, slowly sliding it down her thighs. I watched, mesmerized, as the fabric slipped away, revealing the most intimate part of her. She stood before me, fully bare, a vision of temptation.

Pulling her closer, I lifted one of her legs, resting it on my shoulder, parting her just enough for me to see her most sensitive place. My mouth watered at the sight, and without hesitation, I leaned in, my tongue flicking out to taste her.

Her body jolted in response, a sharp gasp escaping her lips as my tongue explored, teasing the delicate bundle of nerves that had her trembling. I licked her with slow, deliberate strokes, reveling in the way she quivered beneath me. Her hands fisted the sheets, her head thrown back, surrendering to the waves of pleasure coursing through her.

I parted her even more, delving deeper, my tongue seeking out every hidden pleasure point. She moaned, her body writhing, lost in the bliss I was giving her. Her thighs clenched around me, her breathing ragged as she tugged at my hair, her soft cries driving me further into madness.

Finally, I pulled away, standing to my full height as I captured her lips once more. She responded eagerly, her hands roaming over my chest, unbuttoning my shirt, sliding it off my shoulders. Her fingers worked at my belt, undoing it with a fevered urgency, pushing my slacks down along with my briefs.

Her breath hitched as she took in the sight of me, her gaze lingering, her fingers wrapping around my hardened length. A groan escaped me as she stroked, her touch tentative yet teasing.

I leaned down, brushing my lips against her ear.

“You have no idea what you’ve just started,” I whispered, my voice laced with unspoken promise.

Her fingers began to move with a tentative curiosity, tracing the length of me with a touch that was both hesitant and deliberate. A soft moan escaped my lips, the sound low and unrestrained, as her hands explored further. She paused for a moment, her fingers drifting upward until they reached the sensitive ridge at the very tip. Her grip tightened slightly, and I felt a surge of arousal ripple through me, my breath catching in my throat.

I reached for her, pulling her close and guiding her down onto the bed. She leaned back against the pillows, her legs parting instinctively as I positioned myself between them. My eyes lingered on her, taking in the sight of her, the way her body seemed to tremble with anticipation. Her warmth was inviting, and I could feel the heat radiating from her as I prepared to enter her.

Her hands reached for me, guiding me to her entrance. I felt the slickness of her, the way her body seemed to welcome me as I pushed forward. My length slid into her with a smoothness that surprised me, her tightness enveloping me in a way that was both familiar and exhilarating. But I wasn’t fully inside her yet—there was still a distance to go, and I could feel her body resisting slightly, as if unsure.

I withdrew slightly, then thrust forward again, this time with more force. She gasped, her body arching in response, and I could see the flicker of pain cross her face. Confusion washed over me. Why did it feel as though there was a barrier? I leaned down, my body pressing against hers, and glanced between us. The sight of blood made me pause, and I looked up at her, my eyes searching hers for answers.

“You’re still a virgin?” I asked, my voice tinged with surprise.

“Y-Yes,” she replied, her voice trembling with both pain and vulnerability.

I softened my tone, my hand brushing against her cheek. “Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle,” I assured her, the words surprising even me. It wasn’t like me to be cautious, but something about her innocence stirred a protectiveness within me. She nodded, her eyes still clouded with discomfort, and I could see the trust she was placing in me.

I moved slowly, carefully, ensuring that I didn’t cause her more pain than necessary. As I pressed deeper, I could feel her body responding, her muscles tightening around me in a way that sent shivers down my spine. Her breath hitched, and I knew I had found that sweet spot within her. Her reactions were intoxicating—every shudder, every gasp, every tremble—and I couldn’t help but smile as I watched her lose herself in the sensation.

My hand moved to her face, brushing a strand of hair away from her eyes. She looked up at me, her gaze locking with mine, and I could see the mixture of pleasure and pain in her expression. Even as her eyes fluttered shut with each thrust, she would open them again, her gaze never leaving mine. It was as if she was drawing strength from the connection between us, and I found myself captivated by her.

“I’ll be harder now,” I whispered, my voice low and steady.

“N-No, please,” she begged, her hand gripping my arm tightly.

“It’s okay,” I reassured her, my fingers intertwining with hers. “Just keep looking at me.”

I positioned myself above her, my hands pinning hers gently against the bed as I began to move with more intensity. Her body responded in kind, her hips rising to meet mine as she surrendered to the rhythm. Her moans grew louder, more unrestrained, and I could feel the tension building within her, her body trembling as she teetered on the edge of release.

I pulled back slightly, my length still connected to her, and looked down at her. She smiled at me, a genuine, radiant smile that made my heart skip a beat. I leaned down, pressing a kiss to her nose, her cheeks, her forehead, before returning to her lips. Her smile widened, and I felt a surge of affection for her that I hadn’t expected.

As I began to move again, her body arched in response, her cries of pleasure mingling with the occasional gasp of pain. I could feel her tightening around me, her muscles clenching as she reached her climax. Her body shuddered, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she cried out, her voice echoing through the room.

“Did you reach it?” I asked, my voice husky with desire.

She nodded, her eyes still closed as she tried to catch her breath. I smiled, leaning down to whisper in her ear, “There’s so much more I want to show you, but we’ll save that for another time.”

Her eyes fluttered open, and she looked at me with a mixture of exhaustion and curiosity. I could see the trust in her gaze, the way she had completely surrendered herself to me. It was a heady feeling, one that made me want to protect her even more.

I continued to move, my thrusts growing more urgent as I felt my own release building within me. Her moans grew louder, her body writhing beneath me as she matched my rhythm. The sound of our bodies moving together filled the room, a symphony of pleasure and desire that seemed to drown out everything else.

Finally, I felt the familiar sting of release, my body shuddering as I buried myself deep within her. She bit down on my lower lip, a sharp, unexpected sensation that only heightened the intensity of the moment. I didn’t care about the pain—all I could focus on was the overwhelming pleasure coursing through me.

As the waves of ecstasy subsided, I collapsed atop her, my body spent and trembling. She wrapped her arms around me, her hands gently stroking my hair as we lay there, our breathing slowly returning to normal.

“Let’s sleep,” she whispered, her voice soft and drowsy.

I nodded, my eyes already heavy with exhaustion. As I drifted off, I could feel her warmth against me, her body curled into mine. It was a moment of pure, unguarded intimacy, one that I knew I would carry with me long after she was gone.