Page 35 of Mayfair Madame
“You definitely did. I’m still feeling it now. We could always go again. I know you didn’t get a chance.”
“Oh, I did. You just didn’t notice, but it wasn’t about me. I wanted to please you.”
“I can’t help but feel this night has taken a weird turn. Do you think that too?”
“I certainly didn’t expect to bare my soul like that, but now you know my deepest, darkest secret and why I’m not happy about showing my body.”
“If this is all you can give me right now, I’m happy, Ellie, but I’d like to do it again.”
“I’d like that as well.” I glanced at my watch. It was after midnight, and I still needed to get home. “I should go.”
“Really? Do you have to? You could stay if you wanted to. I have plenty of space, or you could share with me?”
As much as I’d like to, home was where I ought to be to think about all that had happened tonight. My mind was full, the past I’d tried so hard to forget dredged up again, and all because of Naomi.
Not that I blamed her. God, no. It all would have come out eventually, but tonight had moved so swiftly from inviting me up for coffee to pleasuring her and making her come.
“I would love to stay, but I need to get home.”
She sat up, and her robe fell open, exposing her perfect tits. Everything about her was enticing, and it was on the tip of my tongue to say yes and drag her to her bedroom.
“I know you like what you see, Ellie.” She pulled it open a little wider, revealing more tantalising skin, her large brown nipples erect.
Temptation got the better of me, and I bent my head, flicking my tongue over each one before sucking them into my mouth.
She leant back on her hands and arched her back, forcing them deeper.
“Please stay,” she said, her breath coming in pants.
Her legs fell open, the black thong barely covering her.
I dropped my chin to my chest and closed my eyes. I warred with the temptation inside of me. “I can’t, Naomi. Not tonight. I need some space to think. Not about you. It’s all been a bit too much for my brain to handle.”
She didn’t beg, and at least now she didn’t seem as annoyed as she had earlier. She placed a kiss on my lips and stood.
“I understand, and I really enjoyed tonight. If you want to, I would love to meet up with you again. Text me. Maybe we could go for coffee.”
I ignored the voice in my head telling me I was a fool, but leaving was the right thing to do. I needed time to gather my thoughts. The next time we met up, I’d be ready for her. I’d felt so out of my depth earlier, but now I’d know what to expect.
She walked me to the door; her robe now closed; the belt tied securely around her slim waist. Who’d have believed she’d suffered the same as I had?
“Thank you for inviting me. I had a good time.” I smiled wistfully. Hopefully, this wasn’t the last we saw of each other.
“Until next time.” She went to close the door.
One more taste. That was all I needed. I put my arm around her waist, tugged her closer, and placed a gentle kiss on her lips. I didn’t want her to think I had any hard feelings about this evening.
“Goodnight, Naomi.”
“Goodnight, Ellie.”
I walked away, and the door closed with a soft click. I leant against the wall and took a deep breath. What was I thinking? I should be spending the night with the sexiest woman alive. Instead, I was turning tail and running back to the hovel I called home.
Would she ever forgive me? I wasn’t sure, but at least we’d had tonight and I’d remember that until my dying day.
The lift arrived swiftly. Walter was still in the foyer.
“Would you like me to call you a taxi, Miss Sharpe?”
