We hurried back toward the hotel, but every few feet, he’d stop, press me against an ancient building and kiss me thoroughly as he ground his dick into me. It was quite possible I’d come just from that. I wondered if that would get us arrested.
We finally made it to our room, our clothes fell off in wake behind us as we made our way to the bed. I was aware that this could be the last time we did this. We’d be leaving soon, and so I didn’t have much time to touch and taste him, and lose myself in his body. As he filled me, I wrapped my legs around him, wishing beyond wish that this would never end.
21
Ryan
I knew people saw me as boring and not a man to indulge his baser instincts. That wasn’t completely true. I occasionally dated and had sex, although I wasn’t a horn dog like some of my brothers.
With that said, as much as I enjoyed sex, it wasn’t something I felt I missed when I was going without. I’d been attracted to women, but never felt compelled or drawn to them. Not until Kellie.
Over the last few days, I’d had more orgasms than I think I’d had in the last few years. I figured we’d have a week of travel and sex, and by the time we went home, the itch I had for her would be satisfied. But as our time together drew to an end, I was seriously concerned that I wouldn’t be able to resist her when we got back home, and that would be a problem.
During our final day in Paris, we went to Versailles and had a private tour of the catacombs, which was creepy yet fascinating too. We returned to our hotel suite late in the afternoon to rest before dinner. We were in Paris so it seemed like we needed to take in as much of this experience as possible including another fancy French dinner out, but honestly, I wanted to stay in and simply be with Kellie. If I could think of a good reason to stay longer, I would, because I knew now, that this last night still wouldn’t be enough time alone with her. I made the executive decision to order dinner in tonight, hoping she’d be alright with that.
I found her standing at the window looking out over the city. For a moment, I just watched her, admiring her lovely feminine form. She was wearing her hair down these days, and I loved how it cascaded in long waves down her back. She wore the flowy dress we’d bought in Rome that made me think of sunshine and flowers.
Realizing my time with her was ticking away, I walked to her and slid my hands over her shoulders and kissed her neck.
“Enjoying the view?” I asked.
“It’s amazing. All this is going to make my tiny apartment back home seem like a cardboard box.”
Her comment stalled my movements as I was reminded that all this was about over. I had a nice home. A home that I really enjoyed the peace and serenity of. But it would be lonely there now without her humor and clever mind, as well as her body.
I forced myself to keep kneading. “I ordered in tonight to relax before our flight back tomorrow. But if you’d rather go out—”
“No. I want to stay in.” She turned in my arms and looked up at me. I thought maybe I saw emotion in her eyes, but more likely it
was projection on my part as my heart rolled in my chest.
She pushed up on her toes and kissed me.
“Dessert before dinner?” I murmured against her lips.
“Yes. Do you mind?”
I’d have laughed if this moment wasn’t also filled with sadness. She had to feel my erection against her belly.
“Not at all.” I swept her up into my arms and carried her to the large bed.
I didn’t waste time, and my lips crushed down on hers, consuming them while my fingers unzipped her dress. She shucked it off in quick frantic movements, suggesting she was as greedy as I was to touch and taste flesh. I unclasped her bra and cast it aside. Then I lay over her, settling in so I could worship her breasts.
I licked one nipple and gently blew over it watching as it hardened and distended.
“I love your tits,” I said as I licked the other one and gently blew.
“I want to touch you,” she said on a gasp as she reached for the buttons on my shirt. She growled in frustration, and pulled the hem of my shirt from my slacks and ran her hands up my back.
I laughed. “You’re desperate tonight.”
“Don’t tease me, Ryan.”
I sat back on my knees, yanking my shirt off. Immediately, her hands went to my belt buckle and undid my slacks. I quickly finished undressing, and she did too.
Still on my knees, I looked down on her, my blood coursing with need as I took in her lush body. “You’re so fucking beautiful, Kellie. Did you know that?”
She didn’t respond, but that was okay. I’d make her feel beautiful. I’d give her all the pleasure in my power to give. I bent over and kissed her. She widened her legs and my dick teased the entrance to her pussy, but I didn’t press in. She whimpered and I knew it was from frustration and need. I’d fix that, but not right away.