Chapter 20
CHAPTER TWENTY
ANTOINE
I need more. I’m desperate for the feel of her silky skin against mine, of those gorgeous breasts against my bare chest… Kissing her is no longer enough. I need all of her in direct physical contact with all of me. Now.
I reach for my shirt. Laura watches my hands, and I watch her eyes. Each button undone brings such joy to her face that I overcome my urgency and slow down. A utilitarian task that should take no more than ten seconds becomes a deliberate exercise in seduction.
She seems to appreciate my self-sacrifice, and that’s all the reward I need.
As the last button gives way, my shirt falls open. I peel the ugly stretchy garment off. She gawks at my muscular arms, chest, and abs. Her hands are a little shaky as she touches me. She begins to stroke my chest, tracing the lines of my muscles. Her eyelids flutter down. With a blissful look on her face, she takes the time to feel the firm flesh under her fingers, to revel in the sensations it provides her.
Inside, I’m bursting with pride. The effect I’m having on Laura gives me so much satisfaction I have to force myself to stifle the smug grin spreading across my face. All those early morning hours stolen from my sleep to sweat it out at the gym have now been redeemed.
It was 100 percent worth it.
She opens her eyes and lifts a gleeful gaze to me.
“Want more?” I ask.
“Yes, please.”
I look down at my bulge. “Then come and take it.”
She follows my gaze and shakes her head.
“No?” I pinch her chin to make her look up into my eyes again.
“You do it,” she murmurs.
Lost your nerve, babe?
What happened to the boldness with which she asked me to kiss her? Where’s the sass that pushed her to strip for me? The contrast is striking. It’s as if now that I’ve finally taken action, she doesn’t want to be in control anymore. She’s surrendering it, trusting me to guide us both through this like the way I led our salsa routine.
No complaints from me! While I enjoyed her initiative immensely, I don’t mind taking charge. To be honest, I prefer it.
And so, I put my hands on my belt and start unbuckling it, my movements intentionally slow. Her eyes gobble up the show. The belt comes off, the zipper goes down. I hook my thumbs through the waistline of my ridiculously tight jeans and push them all the way to my ankles, together with my boxer briefs. My cock springs free from its confines, but I block Laura’s view by bending down to step out of my clothes and shoes.
I take my sweet time with the shoelaces. Laura swears under her breath. And then, finally, I straighten up as my cock protrudes at attention.
It’s on the large side, though by no means monstrous. Still, Laura’s eyes widen noticeably. She releases a staggered sigh, then licks her lips. My already inflated male pride swells into a helium balloon that could carry me away if I don’t watch out.
She hides her knee-jerk excitement behind a mischievous smile. “I’m not taking my shoes off. This floor is too dirty and slippery.”
“Fine, but I want those off.” I point at her panties. “Now.”
“Then come and take them!”
With a single stride, I close the gap between us. Reaching between us, I slip my fingers into the waistband of her panties. Slowly, teasingly, I slide them down her legs. She steps out of them. I hang them on the back of the chair next to her bra and dress.
After that, I take a step back and admire her. She’s now fully naked except for the strappy heels, and it’s a sight to behold. Her breasts and hips are decidedly fuller than the current standard. But she’s thin-waisted with delicate ankles and wrists. Her pussy is trimmed, not waxed. This, too, is out of keeping with the trend, but I find myself loving it.
She shivers, and I notice goosebumps scattered across her tanned arms. It could be the night breeze sneaking into the kiosk. Or maybe my gaze. I hope it doesn’t frighten her but fills her with a sweet anticipation of what’s to come.
Eyes on my cock, she wets her lips once more.
I pull her into my arms. “If you knew how much I want you!”
“I think I have an idea.”
With another look at my jutting manhood, she wraps her arms around my neck. My heart is pounding in my chest as I draw her closer still, hold her tighter.
She rises up on her toes and parts her lips. The kiss is wild from the moment our mouths meet. Her tongue is as eager as mine, her hands just as active. While we kiss, I slip a hand between her legs and spread her folds. My cock is throbbing, and I bite off a growl as I push my fingers farther, probing, exploring. Her pussy is slick with desire.
I can’t wait to taste it!
I find her clit and begin to massage it in a circular motion. As I work her, I listen to her moans and pay attention to every little movement—toward me or away from my touch—to pick up what she likes and what she doesn’t. When I’m fairly certain, I lean into the caress that seems to please her most. It’s a fast, vigorous thumb rub, the heel of my palm pressed against her mons and the middle finger dipping in.
Her moans intensify and turn into groans. Her grip on my nape tightens. Selfishly, I stop.
“No!” she protests. “I was so close!”
“I want to taste your orgasm,” I say, pulling the chair closer.
I raise her left thigh and position her foot on the chair, before squatting in front of her. She breathes out, “Oh, God,” when I bury my face between her thighs. I kiss and suckle at the soft flesh there with great devotion. Laura’s hands delve into my hair. I part her folds again and lick her glistening clit. While I’m at it, drunk on her smell and taste, I slip a finger into her. Then another. She arches her back. Each new flick and swirl, each jab of my fingers draws out a stronger response from her trembling body. Her groans become guttural cries.
I keep at it, savoring every reaction, every delectable drop of her abundant arousal. Her legs start shaking, and a moment later, her whole body shudders with a swift release, drenching me with her juices.
When I stand up, I’m wild with want. There’s only one thought that fills the entirety of my inflamed brain?—
That’s when I realize I don’t have a condom.
“Do you have protection?” I ask Laura, desperate.
She shakes her head. “You?”
“No.”
Aware how unwise it is, I ask anyway, “Are you on the pill?”
“Nope.”
Well, that was that.
We stare at each other. There’s panic in Laura’s eyes. My own heart sinks at the thought that we might have to limit ourselves to oral sex until we get back to the hotel. Frantic, I rummage through the shelves. Laura shines the phone’s flashlight on them.
Just as I’m about to give up, I find it—a box with condoms. “Ta-da!”
It crosses my mind that this is technically theft. But at this moment, driven by a primal urge, I can’t find it in me to care about morality. And it’s not like I haven’t already flouted the law by breaking in. This is a case of force majeure, I tell myself. Besides, dropping a twenty-euro bill on the counter before we leave will magically turn the theft into a stealth purchase.
These thoughts flash through my brain as I rip open the foil and slide the condom over my straining cock. Laura’s eyes sparkle. As soon as I’m sheathed, I’m back in her space, my cock sandwiched between us. I run my fingertips down her back to her beautiful ass. She puts her arms around me and shifts so that more of her can rub against more of me. I’m acutely aware of every muscle, every curve of her pressed against my body. She tilts her face for a kiss. Instead, I grab her buttocks and hoist her up.
She gasps in surprise.
I take several steps like this, until I can sit her up on the counter. It happens to be at just the right height. I don’t have to squat or tiptoe—the alignment of our sexes is perfect.
Laura’s legs are wrapped loosely around me as she slips a hand between us and guides me in. The relieved look on her face when I penetrate her is priceless. She tightens her thighs around me and moves closer to the edge of the counter, inviting me to go deeper.
I keep my initial thrusts calculated so I don’t lose control before she comes. But it’s hard to maintain a steady tempo. As if the feel of her hot, drenched pussy wasn’t enough, her lush breasts bounce every time I plunge into her. Control slips away bit by bit… until it’s gone. The fucking becomes frenzied, almost animalistic. I drive into her relentlessly, inelegantly, slamming down hard, jamming deep. Laura’s gasps and my grunts fill the room, punctuating our lovemaking. Sweat drips down my face as I push faster, harder.
She clings to me. Her body rocks and bucks. Her hands clutch my shoulders, and her fingernails dig into my skin as she spurs me on. I focus on her intensifying moans. All her muscles contract, the inner ones included, and then she cries out in pleasure.
My own orgasm barrels through me with a force I’m not prepared for. I make a harsh, rough sound as I come, buried deep inside her, her entire body clenching around me.