“I can tell. The feeling is… mutual. All of it. I’d love to tell you how much I loved you all the time. It’s a shame the tour is going to end all of that… until we get back to Trondheim.”
I wanted that, too. I wanted all of it. I needed to soak her up, but it would never be the truth.
“We’re probably safer here. I head back to Norway in a month but… I could visit you on the road. I’d just hide and play dumb.”
“You would be bored out of your gourd.”
“No, I would be shopping and traveling and resting on my off time while I wait for my girlfriend’s show to finish so she can fuck me in the hotel later.”
“Oof, you are… so good. Aggressive in the best way.”
“And we have an entire tour bus,” I said. “And I’ve never fucked in a tour bus.”
“It issounglamorous.”
“Well, it’s novel, elskling.”
I saw her debate it internally. She wanted to fuck me, but she worried too much. Leaning in, I kissed Mary. My hands inched down to her breasts where I rolled her nipples between my fingers. She moaned into my mouth desperately.
I pulled up her t-shirt and leaned down to suck on her nipples, making slow work. It sufficiently tortured her.
She gripped my hair and said, “You’re making me want to eat you out.”
“Then take my jeans off,” I said.
Mary kissed my neck. “Who gives the orders here, Betty?”
I shivered. “You do.”
I couldn’t have freed myself from my jeans any faster if I tried. The cramped corners made for an interesting set up.
“One sec,” Mary said.
She dipped out, pulling the bunk curtain closed before returning. Wasting no time, she got on her knees, pulling my right knee over her shoulder and dug in. I threw my head back but wanted to stay away. Everything about this was hot—the way she positioned herself and the way she craved getting me off.
“Oh, fuck,” I tried to stay quiet.
She sucked hard, her upper lip bringing the sensitive spotabove my clitoral hood to full attention. My legs quivered and Mary looked up.
“No… keep doing that… it’s good.” I pushed her head back down, now confident.
Mary’s tongue brought me closer to the point that I couldn’t fight my orgasm even a moment more.
I prayed the music outside was enough to cover up my gasp, “Oh fuck I love you! Fuck! Fuck!”
As it rolled over me, she dug her hands into my hips and brought herself back up, wiping her face.
“You’re so good,” Mary said. “And I have been waiting to do that for weeks, älskling.”
I panted, “Me, too.”
Mary settled beside me, our bodies impossibly close on the tiny bench bed. My ass dangled in the air conditioner’s cold, barely on the mattress. I kissed her and played with her nipple. She batted me away.
“What?” Mary panted. “I can hear everyone outside. The next time I see you, you can get me off a million ways from Sunday, but the next time you do, I want to curl up with you afterwards and just bask in it. This isn’t the place I get that.”
“I thought it was hot,” I admitted. “And I do love you. Loads.”
She nuzzled my nose. “I know. And I love you so much. Itwashot. It was heaven, but I’d like to pat myself on the back for getting you off and think about when I can see you again—properly.”
