me into a darkened room with a slit for a window and an uneven, rocky floor.
She brings me to her, her back against the wall. Her hands go to my face, fingers so soft and cold, and stares at me, her eyes searching mine through a million different feelings and I’m torn in a million different ways, grasping for something to say that will make her feel better.
“There will be other jobs,” I say feebly but I can tell from the fire in her eyes that she doesn’t want to hear it.
“It doesn’t matter,” she says. She pulls my face down to hers and kisses me, hard, deep, as if she’s suddenly afraid that she won’t survive without my lips on hers, my tongue lost in her warmth. We kiss as if we aren’t standing among the ruins of an old castle, the wind battering the stone walls, the cold slicing through the cracks, the deafening roar of the waves as they crash against the coast. We certainly aren’t behaving like there are tourists milling about in the other rooms, especially not as Kayla’s hands slip over my dick, pressing hard against my firm length and coaxing a deep moan from me.
This is about her distraction now, not mine.
I will gladly do what I can.
I move away from her hands and undo the button on her jeans before unzipping them. I pull them down to the ground and her thong along with it.
“What are you doing?” she whispers.
I kiss her hard and then drop to my knees. Without saying a word, I start licking up her cold, bare, naked thighs until she shivers and moans, until goosebumps erupt all over her delicate flesh. I slide my fingers into her pussy, wet and wanting despite the circumstances. She’s practically melting into my touch and I melt into her.
Once she begins breathing hard, swaying her hips for more, I keep her pressed back against the castle wall and bring up one of her legs, hooking it over my shoulder. She grabs the top of my head for stability, her fingers sinking into my hair as I leave soft, wet kisses from the side of her knee all the way up her inner thigh. My lips and tongue tease her mercilessly, one of my favorite things to do.
Her body tenses and relaxes from my touch, and I grab hold of the sides of her hips, hard, as I bring my face between her legs. My lips meet her swollen ones and I tease her clit with the tip of my finger before sliding my tongue along her cleft and plunging it inside her.
Jesus.
So hot, so tight, so wet.
She’s nothing short of a tonic.
Her exquisite, heady taste dances on my tongue, reaching deep inside of me and igniting this primal layer, the caveman at my center. I want to devour her until there’s nothing left. I want to make her scream and squirm and moan into oblivion.
I want to be all there is for her.
She cries out, her fist in my hair hard as she sinks further into me, hips rocking for pressure, for purchase. I give it all, my fingers going in deeper, sliding along the right places, my tongue working her clit overtime until she’s nothing short of a ripe pear, juices running down my chin.
I’m not sure I can ever get enough of her. Of this.
I’m doomed in the most maddening way.
She’s close to coming now and I swear, somewhere in the distance, beyond the crashing waves and the wind, I can hear a woman yelling that the castle is closing early.
It doesn’t matter. Kayla’s already done.
She comes hard into my mouth, her clit pulsing beneath my lips, and I drink her all in, keeping her coming until she moans for me to stop.
I pull my head away and look up at her serene, pleasured face, wiping my lips with the back of my hand.
“You scratch my back, I scratch yours,” I say thickly.
She smiles at me, then her eyes flit over my shoulder and widen.
“Hey, what’s going on in here!” a woman yells and I turn around to see the woman who took our tickets looking at us through the window, face red and sweaty and somehow angered by what she’s just seen.
“Bloody hell,” I cry out as I scamper to my knees and help Kayla
She brings me to her, her back against the wall. Her hands go to my face, fingers so soft and cold, and stares at me, her eyes searching mine through a million different feelings and I’m torn in a million different ways, grasping for something to say that will make her feel better.
“There will be other jobs,” I say feebly but I can tell from the fire in her eyes that she doesn’t want to hear it.
“It doesn’t matter,” she says. She pulls my face down to hers and kisses me, hard, deep, as if she’s suddenly afraid that she won’t survive without my lips on hers, my tongue lost in her warmth. We kiss as if we aren’t standing among the ruins of an old castle, the wind battering the stone walls, the cold slicing through the cracks, the deafening roar of the waves as they crash against the coast. We certainly aren’t behaving like there are tourists milling about in the other rooms, especially not as Kayla’s hands slip over my dick, pressing hard against my firm length and coaxing a deep moan from me.
This is about her distraction now, not mine.
I will gladly do what I can.
I move away from her hands and undo the button on her jeans before unzipping them. I pull them down to the ground and her thong along with it.
“What are you doing?” she whispers.
I kiss her hard and then drop to my knees. Without saying a word, I start licking up her cold, bare, naked thighs until she shivers and moans, until goosebumps erupt all over her delicate flesh. I slide my fingers into her pussy, wet and wanting despite the circumstances. She’s practically melting into my touch and I melt into her.
Once she begins breathing hard, swaying her hips for more, I keep her pressed back against the castle wall and bring up one of her legs, hooking it over my shoulder. She grabs the top of my head for stability, her fingers sinking into my hair as I leave soft, wet kisses from the side of her knee all the way up her inner thigh. My lips and tongue tease her mercilessly, one of my favorite things to do.
Her body tenses and relaxes from my touch, and I grab hold of the sides of her hips, hard, as I bring my face between her legs. My lips meet her swollen ones and I tease her clit with the tip of my finger before sliding my tongue along her cleft and plunging it inside her.
Jesus.
So hot, so tight, so wet.
She’s nothing short of a tonic.
Her exquisite, heady taste dances on my tongue, reaching deep inside of me and igniting this primal layer, the caveman at my center. I want to devour her until there’s nothing left. I want to make her scream and squirm and moan into oblivion.
I want to be all there is for her.
She cries out, her fist in my hair hard as she sinks further into me, hips rocking for pressure, for purchase. I give it all, my fingers going in deeper, sliding along the right places, my tongue working her clit overtime until she’s nothing short of a ripe pear, juices running down my chin.
I’m not sure I can ever get enough of her. Of this.
I’m doomed in the most maddening way.
She’s close to coming now and I swear, somewhere in the distance, beyond the crashing waves and the wind, I can hear a woman yelling that the castle is closing early.
It doesn’t matter. Kayla’s already done.
She comes hard into my mouth, her clit pulsing beneath my lips, and I drink her all in, keeping her coming until she moans for me to stop.
I pull my head away and look up at her serene, pleasured face, wiping my lips with the back of my hand.
“You scratch my back, I scratch yours,” I say thickly.
She smiles at me, then her eyes flit over my shoulder and widen.
“Hey, what’s going on in here!” a woman yells and I turn around to see the woman who took our tickets looking at us through the window, face red and sweaty and somehow angered by what she’s just seen.
“Bloody hell,” I cry out as I scamper to my knees and help Kayla
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