Maya
I am in the room of our hotel. Conrad is outside on the balcony having a scotch. He has yet to learn what I am doing in here. I thought I would dress up for him since it was our last night in London. I have a pretty deep purple and black lingerie set off. It consists of a camisole tank top and the panties to match. It is lace. I stand in front of the mirror to see how it looks. I feel good in it. It gives my boobs a great lift, and when I turn to look at my ass, it makes that look great too. I bought while here in London when I was shopping with Chelsea. I got it when she was busy looking for something else.
I take the tie out of my hair and ruffle it with my fingers. I don’t have any make-up on, but that is fine. Conrad likes me with or without it. I pull a dressing gown over my lingerie and head through. Conrad is still out on the balcony.
I smirk and head for the door, “Hey, babe, are you coming inside?”
He turns to face me, smiling, “I will be in soon, sweetheart.”
He faces the view again. I head outside and stand in front of him. He glances up at me, “Everything okay, angel?”
I bite my lower lip, untie my dressing gown, and let it fall open. “Are you sure you don’t want to come inside right now?” I purr.
He growls, “Fuck. When did you get that.” He asks, his eyes admiring every inch of me.
I push the dressing gown off entirely, and it falls to the floor. I smirk and climb into his lap. His hands fall directly on my hips.
“I bought it when I went shopping the other day. Do you like it?” I ask, dipping my head down to kiss his neck.
He moans, “Yes. I like it very much. It is sexy, and you look incredible.”
I dance my lips up his jawline and eventually press them to his. I whimper the second our lips connect, and he groans, his hold on my hips tightening. I gently rock my hips against him, and he hisses into the kiss. I can feel him already harden under me through his joggers.
I pull back, “So, will you still be in soon?” I giggle.
“No, I will be in right now. Hold on tight.”
I giggle and slip my arm around his neck. He grips my thighs and stands. I wrap myself around him, and he carries me inside, towards the bedroom. Our lips meet in a heated kiss as we walk, and I grind against his hard-on. He groans, and when we reach the bedroom, he tosses me on the bed.
Conrad stands at the bottom and removes his tee and joggers, leaving him in only his boxers. I moan as my eyes wander over him. I lick my lips when they fall on the bulge in his boxers. Damn, my man is sexy.
He smirks and crawls up the bed to tower over me. He rests up on his hands and reaches down to kiss me. I whimper as I feel his hard cock brush between my thighs. He parts from the kiss, pry my legs open, and kneels between them.
“I love these lace panties.” He groans, dancing his fingers over the material.
I moan and arch into his touch. He runs his fingers upwards, pressing his thumb against my clit through the panties and circling it. I gasp and shudder. He caresses my bare stomach. My skin heats under his touch.
His hands fall over my breasts, massaging them. I cry out, and my head falls back, “Damn, these look amazing in this.” he rasp.
“I thought so, too.” I giggle.
He laughs and dips his head down, kissing over my cleavage and descents downwards. His lips explore every inch of my skin available to him and over my panties.
He hooks his fingers into the sides of the underwear, “As sexy as these are, I need to take them off.”
“I would like to hope so.” I laugh.
I lift my hips and allow him to drag them down my legs, and he drops them to the floor. He trails his lips up my legs and my inner thighs. The warmth of his breath fans my sensitive folds, and I cry out.
“Mmm, are you that horny for me, angel?” he smirks, gently blowing on my clit.
“Yes.” I pant and fist the bedding.
He smirks up at me, licks his lips and gets to work. He flicks his tongue over my clit and down my folds. I moan deeply and arch up again. He focuses his skilled tongue back onto my clit and presses two of his large fingers inside. They glide in with ease due to how wet I am. He curls them and starts with slow, gentle strokes.
“Fuck.” I whimper, working my hips to his fingers.
He keeps his fingers slow and steady but picks up the speed of his tongue. The man knows how to drive me crazy and every little thing I like. I close my eyes, panting and moaning as I enjoy the pleasure. My climax begins to stir within moments.
Conrad stops, pulling his fingers and tongue away. I whine at the loss of contact, but he is soon above me.
“As much as I love your sweet taste, angel, what I am really craving is to bury myself deep in your tight, wet pussy.” He growls.
He crashes his lips to mine, and my legs go around his body. He thrust forward and into roughly. I squeal, and a loud grunt escapes from deep in his throat.
“Yes! I love how well you fill me.” I manage to stammer out between heavy breaths.
“I love your pussy wrapped around me.” He groans.
Conrad pins my hands above my head and against the pillow, linking our fingers. He presses deep and hard.
“Oh God, yes.” I squeal, my nails digging into my hands.
He buries his face, my neck, groaning and grunting against it. I love hearing him. It is sexy to me when a man isn’t afraid to express pleasure. Conrad slowly drags his length out. He lets go of my hand, slips his arm under my body and falls back on his knees, taking me with him so I am straddling him.
Our lips meet, and his fingers fall into my hair. He readjusts himself to an angle where he can easily slip back in. I cry out and grip his shoulders.
“Ride me, baby girl.” He pants, spanking my ass.
I hold onto his shoulder and work my hips to his. He holds my hips, guiding me at the speed he wants. I go from back and forth, bouncing up and down on his cock. You can hear our flesh clashing.
“Yes! I am close, Conrad.” I scream.
He pistols up into me, and we find the perfect rhythm. He hits my G-spot, and it is enough to drive me over the edge. My entire body shakes. The pleasure rips through me from head to. I close my eyes, and my pussy clenches around him. I spill around him, making a mess not only over him but the bed, too. My climax is so intense that it takes all my energy, and I fall back against the bed.
Conrad takes his place above me, re-entering me and thrusting deep and rough, aiming for his end. I scrape my nails down his back and rest my lips at his ear, “Come for me, Conrad. Pour for me.” I purr.
He curses and growls my name. It takes only a few more thrusts before he becomes sloppy, his breathing erratic. I force his lips back to mine, and his warmth soon spills into me, grunting and panting.
His climax makes me come for a second time, and we ride through them together. He stays on top of me as we let our bodies and breathing calm.
“I love you.” He says, kissing me softly and rolling next to me.
“I love you too.”
I scoot closer, snuggling into him, and resting my head on his chest. The heat between our bodies is strong, and our skin gleams with sweat buds. Conrad slips his arm around me, stroking my back.
“I am sad we need to go home tomorrow.” He whispers.
“Me too. The last few days have been incredible.”
“Yes, they have. We can come back again soon.” He smiles and kisses the top of my head.
“I would like that.” I smile.
If things don’t change back home and Callum doesn’t get caught, maybe he would be up for moving here for a fresh start. I won’t get too far ahead of myself just yet. I will wait and see how things are when we arrive back.