stepping up behind me. One hand closed around a chunk of my hair, the other gripped my upper arm as he nuzzled behind my ear. “Would you like to do something a bit frightening?”
My breath caught in my throat as he walked me forward, one slow step at a time, until my toes touched the edge of the very short windowsill. My knees bumped the windowpane, and I gave a startled “eep!” as he pushed my body flush against the glass. It wasn’t a terribly far drop below, but that wasn’t what I was worried about. I was worried about the lighted path that ran along the waterfront past Neil’s house.
“Someone might see,” I whimpered, but I knew I wasn’t going to hold out for long. The hand at my arm fell to my hip, kneading through the silk.
“That’s half the fun, darling.” His hand worked between my breast and the glass. His thumb stroked over my hard nipple through the lace applique.
Slowly, he slid his hands down and followed them, kneeling on the floor behind me. Pushing up the silk, he bared my backside to the cool room. With a palm splayed across my mound, he canted my hips back. To keep my balance, I braced my chest and forearms against the window, and I gasped.
He kissed over the curve of one buttock, his fingers slipping into the cleft between and sliding down. One fingertip caught the top of my opening and gently stilled there. “Now…where were we?”
The naughty thrill of doing something truly wicked overrode the part of my brain telling me that being eaten out in front of a giant window in the capitol city of a small European country on a night when everyone else was going to be looking out their windows was a dumb, dumb idea.
But they would all be looking at the fireworks, right?
His nose bumped against me, and his tongue snaked between my folds to circle my clit, and I dropped my head back with a moan. His rough jaw scraped my inner thighs, and my legs shook.
“Steady,” he murmured against me, his big hands grasping my hips to hold me in place. I rose up on my toes as his tongue swirled over me again.
How was it that he needed only put his hands on me, and I became willing and compliant? One touch and all I wanted was to please him. Probably because while I was striving to please him, he was striving to please me. We got off on each other’s pleasure, and it just happened to work out that we fulfilled each other’s needs.
His tongue burrowed into my cunt, and I clenched around him involuntarily, a high-pitched “ooh” of pleasure tearing past my lips. He held me still against his mouth, rasping with his chin, fucking me with his tongue, until it was just too much. I pushed back on him as the tension in me wound tighter and tighter, and with a cry I let go, my thighs quivering around his face.
I panted to get my breath, both palms splayed on the glass. Neil got to his feet behind me, still holding my nightgown at my waist with one hand. His fingers skimmed over my buttocks, then dipped down to the wet, puffy flesh he’d just so expertly tended. He traced his fingertips around the outside of my thigh and settled his big, warm hand between my legs. The position pulled my nightie up in front, exposing my bare vulva to the window and anyone who might happen to see in.
“Is this mine?” he asked, hooking his two center fingers inside me, until I writhed under the pressure and could only gasp a desperate, “Yes!”
“And would you like to come again?” He pumped slowly, putting exquisite pressure on my g-spot. The bottoms of my feet tickled, and I moaned. I wanted to come again, wanted it desperately, and I rocked my hips against his hand.
“I want you to fuck me,” I panted. Across the city, the first burst of a shimmering green firework filled the night sky. Then another, and another, more illuminations than I’d ever seen before, even on July Fourth back home. Flashes of pink, purple and gold all clashed beautifully in their garishness, the cold, clean air making them more
My breath caught in my throat as he walked me forward, one slow step at a time, until my toes touched the edge of the very short windowsill. My knees bumped the windowpane, and I gave a startled “eep!” as he pushed my body flush against the glass. It wasn’t a terribly far drop below, but that wasn’t what I was worried about. I was worried about the lighted path that ran along the waterfront past Neil’s house.
“Someone might see,” I whimpered, but I knew I wasn’t going to hold out for long. The hand at my arm fell to my hip, kneading through the silk.
“That’s half the fun, darling.” His hand worked between my breast and the glass. His thumb stroked over my hard nipple through the lace applique.
Slowly, he slid his hands down and followed them, kneeling on the floor behind me. Pushing up the silk, he bared my backside to the cool room. With a palm splayed across my mound, he canted my hips back. To keep my balance, I braced my chest and forearms against the window, and I gasped.
He kissed over the curve of one buttock, his fingers slipping into the cleft between and sliding down. One fingertip caught the top of my opening and gently stilled there. “Now…where were we?”
The naughty thrill of doing something truly wicked overrode the part of my brain telling me that being eaten out in front of a giant window in the capitol city of a small European country on a night when everyone else was going to be looking out their windows was a dumb, dumb idea.
But they would all be looking at the fireworks, right?
His nose bumped against me, and his tongue snaked between my folds to circle my clit, and I dropped my head back with a moan. His rough jaw scraped my inner thighs, and my legs shook.
“Steady,” he murmured against me, his big hands grasping my hips to hold me in place. I rose up on my toes as his tongue swirled over me again.
How was it that he needed only put his hands on me, and I became willing and compliant? One touch and all I wanted was to please him. Probably because while I was striving to please him, he was striving to please me. We got off on each other’s pleasure, and it just happened to work out that we fulfilled each other’s needs.
His tongue burrowed into my cunt, and I clenched around him involuntarily, a high-pitched “ooh” of pleasure tearing past my lips. He held me still against his mouth, rasping with his chin, fucking me with his tongue, until it was just too much. I pushed back on him as the tension in me wound tighter and tighter, and with a cry I let go, my thighs quivering around his face.
I panted to get my breath, both palms splayed on the glass. Neil got to his feet behind me, still holding my nightgown at my waist with one hand. His fingers skimmed over my buttocks, then dipped down to the wet, puffy flesh he’d just so expertly tended. He traced his fingertips around the outside of my thigh and settled his big, warm hand between my legs. The position pulled my nightie up in front, exposing my bare vulva to the window and anyone who might happen to see in.
“Is this mine?” he asked, hooking his two center fingers inside me, until I writhed under the pressure and could only gasp a desperate, “Yes!”
“And would you like to come again?” He pumped slowly, putting exquisite pressure on my g-spot. The bottoms of my feet tickled, and I moaned. I wanted to come again, wanted it desperately, and I rocked my hips against his hand.
“I want you to fuck me,” I panted. Across the city, the first burst of a shimmering green firework filled the night sky. Then another, and another, more illuminations than I’d ever seen before, even on July Fourth back home. Flashes of pink, purple and gold all clashed beautifully in their garishness, the cold, clean air making them more
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