“We probably shouldn’t do this,” he murmured as he trailed kisses along my jaw and down my neck. His other hand began to ride up my waist stalling near my breast. I wanted to scream out for him to touch me.
“You’re probably right,” I gasped when his thumb finally flicked over my nipple.
“Tell me to stop.” His breath was harsh as he trailed his tongue along my collarbone and to the cleft between my breasts.
“I can’t.” I held his head to my chest, ready to beg him to touch me. To touch every inch of me. “We’re in Europe. Two friends in Europe,” I managed to say. “When we get home…we can go back to normal…” I wrapped my legs around his waist, loving how he groaned when my pussy rubbed along his dick.
“When in Rome,” he said, his fingers untying the back of my swimsuit.
“Exactly.” My top floated away and his lips wrapped around my nipple and sucked.
“Oh God.” It felt so good. Each tug of his lips, I felt straight to my pussy. It burned with need and I fought through the fog of arousal his lips created to push down his swimming trunks. I wrapped my hand around his dick. He let out a growl. I stroked and marveled at the length and thickness. Why he chose to deny this part of himself made no sense as he was clearly built for sex.
He swung me around, bringing me to the steps and setting me on the edge as he tugged off my bathing suit bottoms. His hands kneaded my breasts, his mouth took turns sucking one nipple and then the other until I was writhing with need.
“Ryan…” I gripped his dick, gently pulling it to my pussy that was fire. “I need you…oh God…please.”
With his mouth still on my nipples, he held my hips and positioned his dick at my entrance.
I wrapped my legs around him again, and pulled, feeling like I’d die if he didn’t penetrate me now.
With a groan, he thrust, and my cry of ecstasy drifted off over the Roman sky. He filled me so completely it took my breath away.
“Fuck!” he cried out, and I worried he was about to change his mind. “Jesus, fuck that’s good.” With another groan he began to move, in and out, in long stroke. Each time, he thrust a little harder, a little faster until he was fucking me. Water sloshed all around us. I held on to him, savoring the feel of him inside me, his body warm as I gripped him. His face, usually so controlled and impassive, now contorted into that mixture of pleasure and torture.
“Fuck, I’m going to come…Kellie…”
I let go of everything but the feel of him. The friction of his dick as it slid along my sensitive pussy walls and pushed me to the edge of ecstasy.
“Yes, yes…Ryan…” And then I was there. He thrust, and my pussy contracted as pleasure burst through me, wild and bright and oh so good. I arched; my head thrown back as the sensation rolled through me.
He grunted, thrust hard, and warmth filled me. He did it again and again, until finally, we both went lax.
I was too afraid to look at him for fear he’d immediately regret it. So, I just held on to him. My pussy continued to pul
se around him, in delicious little aftershocks. Within seconds, I could feel his dick begin to swell again.
“Fuck…” He growled, and stood, with me still draped around him.
“What are you doing?”
“We need a bed.” He carried me, dripping wet into the apartment and to the master bedroom that I’d taken when we’d arrived. “I’m not done fucking you. Is that a problem?”
“Not at all,” I said. I wasn’t done with him either. The only concern I had was whether or not I’d be done with him when we returned home, because each moment I spent with him, and now each time he touched me, it made me want more.
15
Ryan
I’d barely come down from an incredible orgasm when guilt started to replace the pleasure. I’d just fucked my assistant. Before I could withdraw, her pussy was massaging my dick and the traitorous thing started to get hard again, and desire overrode common sense. Instead, I talked myself into fucking her again. I’d already crossed the line, so I was going to take every little bit Kellie was willing to give me.
I carried her back into the apartment and to the nearest bed. Our bodies were still wet, but I didn’t give a fuck. If I had to pay for a new mattress or bedding, I’d do it. I lay her on the bed, and started all over again, kissing her sweet mouth. Running my lips over her smooth skin. Sliding inside her hot pussy. Fuck she felt so good. Tight. Slick. Hot.
She pushed and we rolled until she was on top. “I want a turn.”
I’d always liked that Kellie was willing to speak her mind, not in an obnoxious way, but in one that suggested she had insight and input that would help me make better decisions. This input was equally as welcome for I wasn’t sure I’d ever seen a sight as magnificent as her riding my cock. Her tits bounced and swayed as she rose up and down on me. I levered up, sucking them into my mouth, loving the sounds she made each time I tugged on her nipples.
“Yes….oh God, Ryan…Yes…”