“You were saying?”I smirk against her skin, her betrayal sweet music.
“Nothing,” she gasps, hips bucking as I plant hungry kisses on her swollen pussy, teeth grazing those sensitive folds just enough to make her jolt.
My tongue circles her clit with ruthless precision, flicking and swirling as I suck like I've mapped every spot that wrecks her.She’s dripping again, thighs clamping my head, and I lap it up, drunk on her taste.
“I want you in my mouth, too,” she demands, voice wrecked.
“Always about control with you, isn’t it?”I grin, twisting on the bed into 69 perfection.
Her mouth's a fucking furnace, sucking me deep with greedy pulls that make my balls tighten, her tongue swirling the head as I groan into her pussy, not letting up—tongue lashing her clit in tight circles, two fingers curling deep inside her soaking heat, hitting that spot that has her thighs quaking around my ears.
Those vibrations from her moans shoot straight through my cock, pushing me closer to the edge, but I hold back, focused on breaking her first, tasting every gush as she clenches and floods my mouth.
She rips off with a strangled cry, body seizing; orgasm crashes through her like a storm, pussy pulsing wild around my fingers, juices coating my chin as she screams into the sheets, back arched bow-tight.I lap her through it, merciless, until she's twitching hypersensitive, then crawl up, cock throbbing heavy between us, her eyes glazed with bliss and fresh hunger.
"Fuck, you're addictive," I growl, snatching another condom from the nightstand, thank Christ she packed extras, rolling it on fast before pinning her wrists above her head, slamming home in one brutal thrust.She's molten, gripping me tight, legs hooking my waist to yank deeper, nails raking into my palms.
We fuck like animals; slow grinds melting into savage pounds, her tits bouncing, my hips snapping as sweat drips, bed creaking under us."Come again," I rasp against her throat, teeth marking her pulse, free hand pinching her nipple hard.She does, shattering with a wail, milking me until I bury deep and roar my release, vision sparking white.
Collapsed, breathless, I roll us so she's draped over me, both wrecked and grinning."Three down...how many more you got?"Prosecco forgotten, music throbbing low, we´re far from done, but my eyes are closing.
She snuggles in my arms, pulling a blanket over us, and with her warm body close, I fall asleep.
***
My eyes pop open.It´s still dark, but dawn's gray light filters through the curtains.
“Hey,” I whisper, nudging her ear.“You wanted to watch the sunrise with me, so it´s time to get up.”
She blinks lazily and closes her eyes again.“I´d like to sleep,” she mutters.
I stroke her curled backside, grinning.
“Sweet dreams, then,” I smirk and reach for a condom, and roll it on.
She does not open her eyes when I start teasing her entrance, but her pussy melts under my touch.Slick wetness coats my finger as I slide it in.
I lift her upper leg for better access and slowly, carefully slide into the salty heaven of her cunt.She moans, dropping the sleep pretense entirely.
“That´s the best alarm I´ve ever woken up to,” she purrs.
“Time for a little morning workout then,” I grin and shove deeper, quickening my thrusts.
I flip her onto her stomach, yanking her hips up, ass perfect, cunt glistening from us, and I smack it once, sharp, watching it jiggle as she moans into the pillow.
"On your knees then.Let's see how loud you get when I claim you from behind."
I thrust in deep, balls slapping her clit, her walls fluttering like she's made for me.My hands grip her hips firmly, pulling her back onto every pounding stroke.She pushes back, grinding filthy circles, one hand sneaking under to rub herself, whimpers turning feral.
"Harder, Thomas, fuck me like you mean it."
I oblige, railing her relentless, sweat-slick skin slapping, my hand fisting her hair to arch her back, mouth at her ear: "You're mine tonight, every scream, every squirt."
She breaks spectacularly, body convulsing, drenching my thighs as I follow, pumping her full, collapsing in a tangle of limbs.
By morning, we're spent, Prosecco warm, music off, bodies marked, spent beyond counting.
"Stay till checkout," I murmur, arm banded around her.Whatever her name, she's carved into me deeper than any race win.
