I began kissing her shoulders, slowly and gently, while I watched her face fill with intense desire in the mirror.
“Thiago, please this is excruciating,” she begged. “Please fuck me.”
“No, my dear, you deserve to be adored and today, I’m worshipping at the altar of Tinsley,” I said, kissing her down her back to the edge of her lace panties. I slowly rolled them down her beautiful thighs and disentangled them from her feet before I picked up where I had left off at her buttocks. “Now, lean over for me baby.”
She leaned over the bathroom counter, and I imagined how good the cool marble surface must feel against her perky nipples. I began kissing and gently nipping at her cheeks. I parted her legs and dropped lower so my tongue could more easily reach her clit.
I massaged and sucked listening to her moans increase with the pressure I applied. Finally, she gave in and I felt her tension release as she came on my face.
Before she could recover, I stood up and pressed the head of my cock deep inside her sweet pussy. I watched her face in the mirror contort with pleasure as I pulled out and drove in harder and harder, pounding away at her sopping wet pussy with everything I had.
I groaned in pleasure at the feel of her tightness wrapped around me and dared to drive harder. I massaged her clit in fast circles, and felt the intensity build as her muscle began to tighten around me.
“Oh, fuck Thiago, I’m, I’m coming,” she cried out and I matched her cries with my own fierce growls of pleasure as I unleashed inside her. I marvelled at her beautiful face, made even more alluring by the throws of passion. And then, out of the corner of my eye, I saw blonde hair peeking from behind the doorway in the reflection on the mirror in front of us.
“Oh fuck,” I said, as I watched Libby turn and run out of the room, the hotel door slamming behind her.
“Who the hell was that?” Tinsley demanded.
“Libby.”
“Well now we both are really fucked,” she said. The passion was now removed from her face as she was back to professional Tinsley trying to determine just how screwed we really were.
8
TINSLEY
I could not believe how careless and unprofessional I had acted. Libby had caught us in the act and while there was nothing she could say on the record about the encounter, the entire thing had me shook.
Thiago insisted on handling it. He had me call and get Libby’s number from Alison which thankfully she turned over without issue.
I had listened jealously as he flirted with her over the phone and spoke of how his urges were sometimes simply uncontrollable and how I had been willing to help him release some pressure. “If only you had been in there instead,” he had teased.
I hated every minute of it, but he had Libby eating out of his hand. She had even asked to speak with me in order to apologise for watching. Apparently, she’d been there creepily spying on us in the bathroom for some time.
When Thiago had gently reminded her that voyeurism was a criminal offence, she had broken down into tears promising never to say anything and begging him to please not report her to Alison or worse, the police.
After he’d spoken to Libby, Thiago had insisted I go get a massage to release the tension while he went and swam laps in the hotel's gorgeous pool. I made it through my massage but the anxiety was still upon me as I went to join him in the pool's private cabana.
When I walked into the billowing curtains, I could tell I’d caught him just waking up from a nap.
“Man, I wish I could sleep at a time like this,” I remarked.
“A time like what my dear? We are fine. Libby will not be saying anything to anyone. If I were not so attracted and committed to you, I would have called her to the hotel and fucked her until she forgot her name, but I do not think that will be necessary. She really thinks I’ll have her fired.”
Jealousy loomed in me again and I felt my skin flush.
“What is it my love? Are you okay?” Thiago asked innocently.
“The idea of you and another woman, I know it’s hypocritical given our situation, but it drives me mad,” I replied.
“There, there,” said Thiago. “Come. Join me on the chaise lounge, I am sorry. I did not mean to arouse any jealousy. I simply meant that…”
“I know what you meant, I can’t get the thought of you fucking someone else out of my head,” I replied tensely as I laid down next to him in the bikini I had just picked up from the gift shop.
“Oh well then you must allow me to fill you with other things,” he said sexily. In one swift movement, Thiago had removed his swimsuit revealing his fully erect, throbbing member.
I licked my lips as I traced my hand along his thick cock.