My breath catches as his tongue licks up my pussy, his hands caressing my legs.
Thank goodness my arms are braced as I feel the slow ascent. Riley takes his time, mixing it up from licking to clamping his mouth down on my clit and sucking. Moving his mouth to the sounds of my sighs as the heat within me rises. My forehead finds the cool glass as my orgasm begins to peak, and Riley focuses on my clit. My eyes close and the stars shimmer across the back of my eyelids when I come undone. As I catch my breath, Riley’s lips scatter across my thighs and stomach, kissing my body as he rises to his feet.
Before he has time to ravish me again in any capacity, I spin us around so he is facing the window and fall to my knees. His cock is hard and ready for my greedy mouth. I want to make him feel as tingly and exceptional as I feel right now. I take him deep into my mouth and hear him groan. His cock goes in and out of my mouth as I run my hand along his length, in front of my lips. I want to overload him with sensations and hear him calling out my name. My other hand grips and gently tugs at his balls as I feel him reach his orgasm, calling out, “Fuuuuuuck,Mabel,” as he unloads into my mouth. I swallow and look up at him, satisfied with the look of contentment on his face as he extends his hands to me. Taking them, he helps me to my feet, instantly bringing his lips to mine.
In a gravelly voice, he rests his forehead against mine. “That was absolutely incredible!”
“You know how to keep me on my toes,” I tease.
“I really want to stay here and fuck you until dinner, but I feel like we would be missing out on enjoying our holiday,” he says, the pain of the dilemma apparent in his voice.
“If we did that, I know I wouldn’t be able to walk for a few days after,” I reply, speaking from our first weekend hook up experience. I was really glad Rayna wanted to do some remote working and I could log in from the lounge, because Riley did not let up and made good on his promise of fucking me silly for hours. And because I am a sadist, I rub my hips against him.
His head lulls backwards and he groans out loud. “Fuck, you’re going to zombify me by keeping me hard all day, every day. I’ll start going brain dead from lack of blood.”
I laugh and move away to give him some space to recover while I get my clothes back on. He watches me get dressed from the window. I look over as I put my tee on with my bra in my hand, noticing his cock getting hard again. Crooking my head and raising an eyebrow, I say, “I'm serious. I won’t be able to walk and I can’t cover by working from the hotel room.”
His eyes roll into his head. “Argh, don’t praise me like that. It just makes me harder.”
I laugh. “Okay, how’s this angle? I don’t want to be disappointed and have to get myself off after you try to make me come for ages and not deliver, you failure?”
“You can’t say that! One, I know it’s a lie and, two, it gives my mind…images; thinking about you looking at me disappointed just turned me on a little more.” He laughs back.
“You need a cold shower,” I throw over my shoulder and head back to my room, leaving him naked with a semi.
We sort ourselves out and decide to have a walk around the city until we need to get back for dinner. The weather is in the middle of winter vibes in Sydney, on the cooler side but a nice bright day. Perfect weather to wander around. Not dripping with sweat and not drizzling rain yet. It’s a Tuesday, however, the harbour is bustling with a variety of people, some in business attire, tourists, people laying on the grassy areas. A rich tapestry of the heart of the city. Being so far removed from the track, our guards are down and our hands entwine with each other at every opportunity. Our bodies are closer in public that we haven’t allowed before. His hand reaches for my face, planting small kisses as we wait to cross a road or look out to the harbour. I feel so relaxed and comfortable, as everything with Riley feels.
“We hitting up that sex shop?” he asks, raising his eyebrows at me.
“Not during the day!”
“What’s the difference between going there during the day versus night?”
“People can see us better during the day? Plus, I bought something with me. Remember?”
“They can see us just fine at night, but go off,” he teases. “Okay, but I’ll have to inspect and put whatever it is to use and see if it lives up to what’s going on in my mind. Told you. I have some ideas.” He wraps his arms around me and kisses my cheek a few times, disregarding anyone sharing the same footpath.
Walking up a touristy looking street lined with high end shops, Riley stops at one of the luxury boutiques and says, “Let’s go in here. I need to buy my mum something for her birthday next month.” Nodding in agreement, I gesture for him to lead the way.
Taking in the rows of handbags, the smell of leather strong. My eyes boggle at the price tags. Yes, they were very nice bag, and they boasted handmade, ethically and locally sourced materials, but the price tags are on the insanely high end of three digits. Riley looks around without boggled eyes, like he is used to these price tags. I guess that would happen when your parents are successful farmers.
He decides on a black, medium-sized tote and a chestnut laptop bag. The sales clerk carefully wraps the bags in tissue paper, boxes, and packs the items. I hear him say the hotel we are staying at and she nods and puts the bags down behind the counter. He turns away and smiles. “Done. Mum will be happy.”
“Aren’t you going to take your bags?”
“They’ll drop it off at the hotel for me. Saves me carrying them around.” He shrugs.
Baffled that they do that, but how the hell would I know they do that, never stepping into a shop like this before? I just nod as he takes my hand and leads me out of the store to an ice creamery a few doors down.
We get two flavours each in cups and make our way to sit at a bench by the harbour.
“Who gets choc mint? You’re mad,” he jokes as he digs into his chocolate hazelnut and coffee.
“It’s hard to get a good one from the supermarket, plus this is delicious with the boysenberry,” I reply, “Here, try some, at least.” I scoop some of the two flavours on the spoon and hold it to his quirked, suspicious mouth. “Don’t be a sook and just try it.”
His hand goes up to take my hand as he eyeballs the ice cream on the scoop, deciding he will try. He looks heatedly into my eyes as he puts the spoon in his mouth, flips the spoon over, and I know he’s licking the concave part of the spoon with the same firm tongue he licked me with mere hours ago. He drags the spoon out of his mouth, still holding that fiery contact, and releases my hand. He breaks the mood with a goofy smile and says, “You’re right. That tastes nice,” leaving me here, panting over ice cream.
I roll my eyes at him and try to will the heat to stop pooling at my crotch and continue to eat my ice cream normally, whilehe leans back on the bench and looks out at the people walking around. We sit in comfortable silence while we people watch. Well, I’m just trying not to combust and cool myself down from the dirty thoughts he just gave me.
