The moment Mika walked into the room, she sensed it would be different.
No champagne. No dimmed lights or suggestive glances. Just quiet jazz playing low, a few candles flickering, and a man sitting at the edge of the bed with his hands in his lap, as if unsure if he belonged.
He looked… soft. In a way most men who came to Velvet Skin didn't. Late thirties. Clean-shaven. Sweater instead of a suit. Brown eyes that met hers with something halfway between longing and fear.
"You're Mika?" he asked, standing as if to shake her hand.
She smiled gently. "That's me."
He hesitated, then offered a small, unsure smile. "I'm Ren."
They shook hands like they were on a first date.
Mika tilted her head. "First time?"
He nodded. "First time for something like this. First time for a lot of things."
She stepped closer, slow and measured. "Tell me what you want."
Ren inhaled, eyes flicking over her face.
"I don't want… just sex."
Mika's smile deepened. "Then you've come to the right girl."
They sat on the bed, facing each other. Mika let the silence stretch.
Ren finally spoke, eyes fixed on her hands.
"I'm tired of pretending I'm okay. That I'm normal. That I don't crave something deeper than just… release."
Mika reached up and brushed his cheek. "You want to be seen."
His throat bobbed. "Yes."
She leaned in and kissed him.
It started slow. Gentle. Soft lips. A brush of breath. A whisper of something more. Ren kissed her back like he was afraid he'd break her. Mika moaned lightly, just to guide him — let him know he could be a little greedy.
He responded with a hand on her waist. Then her back. Then the slow slide of his palm up her spine as they kissed longer, deeper.
When they pulled apart, he was flushed. Breathless.
Mika stood.
"Let me undress you."
She stripped him slowly.
Sweater. Shirt. Pants.
He had a runner's body — lean, lightly muscled. Barely any hair on his chest. He sat still as she undid his belt and pulled down his briefs, revealing a hard cock already slick with arousal.
Mika knelt between his legs and wrapped her fingers gently around it.
Ren groaned. "Oh—God…"
She looked up at him. "You want my mouth?"
He nodded desperately. "Please."
Mika licked the tip, tasting him. Then slid him into her mouth, slow and steady, until the head hit the back of her throat.
Ren gasped. His thighs trembled.
Mika sucked him softly — slow bobs of her head, tongue swirling, lips tight.
"Fuck," he whispered, hand trembling as it hovered near her face, not daring to touch.
She moaned around his cock, sending vibrations through him.
When she pulled off, saliva glistened between her lips and his shaft.
"Lie back."
Ren obeyed.
Mika undressed herself slowly, piece by piece — teasing, letting him watch every inch of skin she revealed.
She straddled him, wet and ready, her folds sliding along his shaft.
"You want to feel all of me?"
Ren looked up, awed. "Yes. Please."
She sank down on him — inch by inch — until he was fully inside her.
They both gasped.
He felt deep. Full. Hot. Mika's body trembled around him.
She started moving — slow, rolling hips. No rush. Just connection.
Ren reached up, brushing her hair back from her face.
"You feel like heaven," he whispered.
She smiled, eyes locked with his.
They moved together — no pounding, no slapping skin. Just closeness. Sensuality. Pressure building with every thrust, every grind, every soft moan.
He kissed her as they moved. Held her like a lover. Stroked her back. Let her ride him through long, aching waves of heat.
And when Mika finally came — a slow, full-body orgasm that made her cry out softly into his neck — he was right behind her, groaning as he pulsed deep inside.
They lay together after, wrapped in warm sheets and silence.
Ren kissed her temple.
"Thank you," he whispered.
Mika closed her eyes.
Maybe she was supposed to keep things separate. Professional.
But right now, she felt something strange. Something fragile. Something real.
And she wasn't sure if she wanted to let it go.