They walked in to the bedroom in a clumsily practiced way. She walked backwards, one hand on the front of his belt, the other fisted in his hair as she sucked on his neck. She knew all his favorite spots, just as he knew hers.
Eric whispered what he wanted from her. She smiled. She always loved the directness; the way he led her but still made sure she found satisfaction. As she pulled his jeans down, he yanked her dress off, pulling it over her red-haired head not messing with the zipper. Before locking his lips to hers again, he moaned "Nell" slowly, barely audible above their breathing.
He finished undressing as he walked her backwards to the bed. He had been with her so many times but was still so eager. She appreciated it. She liked that in all these years, it was different each time. Tonight would be slow. It was what he asked for. She knew what he meant. Where he wanted her and what he would do to her. What she would do to him.
Eric liked slow. He craved the attention from her and craved giving her the affection he could only fully express in bed, naked and sweaty. They were good together, had been from the first night. It surprised them both, the level of closeness they had achieved.
As he laid her down and entered her, she screamed, "Yes, Eric!" and moaned as he moved against her in a deep, steady thrust. She clutches his back as he frees a hand to palm her breast and thumb circles around her nipple. She can feel him getting close. She knows everything about him in here.
"Eric.", she says to get his attention. He pauses, locks eyes with the beautiful woman under him, and grins.
"Yes?"
She smiles, lifts her head off the pillow, her burnt amber locks shaking loose, and returns the grin. She grazes her lips against his and says, "Hold on to me." As she locks her legs around his waist, grabs his biceps and flips him onto his back, never breaking their connection.
She giggles because she knows she surprised him and she knows he loved it. He giggles because of the incredible view. She tosses her head back and grinds into his pelvis before riding. He just holds onto her hips, watching in ecstasy as her breasts bounce and her hands move in patterns over his chest.
He swells inside her; they both feel it coming. He bucks upward, desperate to get all of her as he releases with a gasp and a moan. She feels her own release and clutches his hand as she spasms. She smiles. Men she has been with never care if she gets hers. Eric does.
She falls forward to lie on top of him, both panting and tingling. He says her name again as she nuzzles his neck and rolls off to spoon with him. He wraps his arms around her, an unabashed cuddler, wanting the contact of bare skin to bare skin.
After thirty minutes, he has fallen asleep. She untangles herself and gently gets out of bed. She finds her dress and puts it on with a practiced silence. Her shoes are by the front door, lost as soon as she walked in his house.
She goes to the dresser and takes the envelope of cash. She doesn't count it anymore, she knows he left her enough to cover what he asks for, plus extra as a tip or in case he gets carried away with her. She is a woman who can appreciate a reliable client.
She puts the envelope in her clutch and looks at Eric, noticing a few new gray hairs and slight wrinkles since their last appointment. She sighs and allows herself an uncommon moment to feel sorry for the man who has called her Nell for years, wondering who Nell was or is to him before she quietly lets herself out of his bedroom and out of his house and into the streets she came from.