Our Little Secret

My laugh is high, giddy, my hands clawing into his shoulders beneath his shirt; his hot skin sears my fingertips. I feel his cock pulse against my belly, his unrestrictive shorts doing nothing to conceal his need for me, and the throbbing ache in my core wants nothing more than to satisfy him whole.

‘I could say the same to you.’

He kisses me harder, his tongue delving inside, his hands raking beneath my kimono, shoving it aside as I hook one leg around him and press him tighter against me. His hardness pulses against my clit and I cry out, muffling it in our kiss as I ride him with shameless abandon.

‘I want you.’ His demand is gruff and I’m nodding into his kiss, telling him I want him too.

‘Now.’ He grazes over my lips. ‘Here.’

‘Here?’ I break away and stare up at him, biting my lip.

‘Si.’

His eyes blaze into mine and I look to the door.

‘They won’t come in.’

‘How can you...?’ He spins me into the door and presses us up against it.

‘They won’t have much luck.’

It’s daring, it’s risky, but it feels too damn good and I can’t stop this. I’ll surely die if I don’t come soon, but...

‘Do you have a condom?’

He’s already releasing me and unzipping a pouch on the side of his shorts.

‘You haven’t?’ He has... He’s pulling out a small foil packet. ‘I don’t know whether to be offended or relieved.’

‘What can I say?’ He tongue-fucks my mouth. ‘I’m always prepared.’

‘Like a proper boy scout.’ I tangle my fingers in his hair, marvelling at his seriously sexy good looks, and try to imagine him as a child. Vulnerable. Young. Studious.

His grin cocks to the side. ‘That’s me.’ He rips the packet open. ‘In the interest of speed, you want to get yourself out of that cock-teasing number?’

A ripple of excitement runs through me. I love his dirty mouth. Bobby was never li

ke this. Never direct, masterful, so hot for me... I toss my kimono to the side and shove the straps down on my swimsuit, eager to be free of it as quickly as possible, but the sight of him shoving down his briefs makes me still.

I wet my lips and swallow. He’s big. Big, long and so fucking hard.

‘Hurry, cara, I need you.’ He’s already rolling the condom down, fisting his length, gripping the base tight. The tension is thrumming off him, his entire body pulsing tight, all muscular and bronze. ‘Now.’

I shove my swimsuit to the floor and step out. I’m not even out of my nude wedges before he has me lifted against him, my legs wrapped around his waist, his cock jutting between us as he presses me back against the door, his lips claiming mine once more.

He reaches back to lock my ankles together, his fingers pausing to toy with my anklet.

‘I love this. Molto sexy.’

My heart flutters. I could listen to him spill over with the compliments all day.

‘You know what I find sexy...?’ I shove a hand down between us and grip him hard, lowering him to my wet and ready pussy. With one thrust he is deep inside, so deep, so big, and my poor neglected womanhood stings with pain and pleasure, my cry swallowed by his low growl. He breaks away. Stills.

‘Are you ok?’ His eyes are desperately searching. ‘Did I hurt you?’

‘No, fuck no.’ I lift a hand to his hair and drag him back to my mouth, my other hand clawing into his shoulder, gaining purchase, grinding down. ‘Don’t stop.’

He hesitates a split-second more and then he starts to move, starts to thrust, his movements long and drawn out and so tight against me, his entire length working against my clit and filling me deep. It’s incredible, intense, and my belly pulsates with the erotic thrill of it. Of where we are. Of the talk and the laughter on the other side of the door. Of what we are doing here, now.