Minutes, hours, eternity, she couldn’t tell. XXX Polished white tiles underfoot, potted plants standing like guards along the walls, and a faint floral scent that felt oddly out of place for a house of pleasure. And in her heart, one thought burned brighter than the rest. He didn’t let her ride it to a slow ebb. Then his tongue slipped between her folds, slow and thorough, running from her entrance up to her clit. Her marriage was changed forever. His lips and tongue teased, his fingers rolling one nipple while his mouth closed around the other. The pleasure built quickly, too quickly, until a small orgasm rolled through her. The air was warmer there, humming faintly with muffled sounds, breathy laughter, distant moans, seeping from behind closed doors. A spark of disappointment flickered.
