In the sun-drenched hotel suite, I unpack our bags. Guillaume slumps in the armchair, eyes devouring my ass as I bend over drawers. My tight skirt clings, outlining every curve. No panties underneath, since that enchanted woods stop. Heat simmers low in my belly.
He rises. Hands grip my hips. His bulge grinds hard against my cheeks. Pulse hammers. Skin prickles hot. I tease, voice sharp: ‘What about the boss lady’s huge tits?’ He freezes. Then whispers sweet lies, hands sliding up to knead my breasts through silk.
The Fever
Heart races wild. I play coy longer, but his lips on my neck melt me. Buttons pop. I strip slow, like a pro. Corsage off. Bra unclasped, cups drop. Breasts spill free, nipples stiff peaks. I squeeze them, thumbs circling. ‘Like my melons better?’ His groan says yes.
Skirt falls. Naked glory. I grab my robe, spread it on sheets to catch my floods. Recline, legs splayed wide, knee bent. Pussy exposed, already slick. ‘Come on, or want her fat ass instead?’ He strips furious. Cock springs, thick, veined, raging.
He pounces. Mouth latches nipples, sucking hard. Teeth graze. Gland nudges my wet lips. Heart thuds frantic. Urgency claws. I yank his ass, begging: ‘Fuck me now.’ He slams in. Pussy stretches, grips like fire.
Slow thrusts first. Deep. Each hit sparks lightning. Skin slicks with sweat. Breaths ragged. I buck up, chasing more. Pace quickens. Slaps echo. Pussy squelches, soaked. Orgasms build, vicious.
The Blaze
First one hits. Body arches. Gush floods, drenching his balls. He stills, lets me quake. Then restarts, slower in the mess. Waves rebuild. Legs over shoulders, wide open. He pounds savage. Clit throbs. Second squirt erupts as cock slips out.
Gland skids my crack. Lands at ass. Pressure builds. I spread cheeks wide. ‘Gentle.’ He pushes. Ring yields, swallows him whole. Tight heat milks. Slow rocks turn frantic. Ass burns sweet. Deeper. Harder.
His growls mix mine. Skin slaps skin. Pulse explodes. He unloads, jets fill me hot. Triggers my third. Cyprine sprays wild. We collapse, fused.
Afterglow hums. Skin glows feverish. Breaths sync slow. Hand in hand, we drift to sleep. Sated. Alive. Uniquely ours.