I palm the rod that’s tenting the front of his pants and watch in amusement as he sucks in his breath.
“Mon dieu,” he groans, letting one hand grip my ass while the other roams over the curve of my breast. It feels so good I let myself moan a little louder than I should, but the sound is covered by the continuing explosions of gunpowder overhead.
“I’m so sorry, I forgot we were in public,” he says.
I trace kisses across his cheek and whisper in his ear. “I’ve never been this naughty before, and I like it. Keep going.”
I feel his limbs tremble as his mouth devours mine between soft whispers in French against my lips.
Glancing around us, I see the closest fireworks watchers are a group of friends sprawled out on a blanket about ten yards away, their eyes trained on the sky.
I undo the top two buttons of his shirt and spread my hand across his warm skin of his slightly fuzzy chest. He kisses me as one of his hands explores the curves of my hips, while the other takes a journey under the hem of my dress. His touch travels slowly up the inside of my leg and stops once it reaches my upper thigh. If the sun was shining, people would for sure be getting a show right now. My dress covers his arm, but it’s clear what’s happening underneath. Fabian’s hand goes even farther up, cupping my pussy over my lacy thong.
The fireworks burst one after another, lighting up his face with blues, red and purples. In the flashes of light, I can see Fabian’s hooded eyes studying me, especially the bare skin of my shoulders and my breast that’s level with his mouth.
He licks his lips in the same way he did earlier today, and I think my panties might explode. The two of us engage in a back and forth to see how far we will go out here on the beach.
While his fingers work their way around the flimsy fabric under my dress, his sensuous mouth paints my exposed décolletage and shoulder with kisses. My fingertips squeeze his nipples in response. His mouth goes lower to kiss my breasts over the fabric, and his fingers find the soaked split under my panties. I deliver a kiss with a slight nip of my teeth against the delicious scented skin of his neck. His one hand squeezes my ass and his other one parts my lips and finds my clit.
I try to move. I want to straddle him, to feel his hard length in my hands and stroke. I wriggle a bit to situate myself, but it only sends shock waves of pleasure, multiplied by the pressure of his hands and his whispered demands.
“Stay where you are, mon pétale. I’m going to make you remember this moment. When I’m finished with you, you won’t ever be able to look at fireworks without squirting.”
Holy fuck, this dirty boy. “I want to ride you so hard but I want to be a good girl.”
Fabian whispers his approval and goes all in with his fingers on my clit, delving into my entrance to tease me, all while his mouth soaks my nipples through the fabric of this sundress.
His fingers keep working me over while his stubbly chin finds a way to push aside the fabric that’s keeping his mouth away from my tit. At one particularly loud boom in the sky, he has freed my breast and has latched on with his mouth and tongue. I allow myself to moan because nobody else can hear me. Fabian soft lips suck, kiss
, and lick, all the while ruining my pussy with his hand. His touching, caressing, massaging and exploring of my clit, my cunt, and then back again has me squirting. Holy hell, I never pictured myself letting go like this in public.
When my orgasm rocks through me, I circle my arms around his neck and moan his name into his ear.
“I need you naked, petal. Come to my room.”
I agree breathlessly and I barely have time to straighten my mussed clothes before he guides me up the beach, into the hotel, and up the elevator.
We reach the top floor and enter the most amazing suite I’ve ever seen.
“Good god, who ... who even are you?”
He looks hesitant before he answers. “I am whoever you want me to be. Who would you like me to be?”
“Tonight I just want you to tell me what to do. Do whatever you want with me on your last night in America.”
He guides me to the bedroom and instructs me to remove my dress and underwear, which I do. A little too slowly, I admit, but it amuses me to tease him like this. The veins in his neck and forehead engorge as he grows more frustrated the slower I go. All his effortless charm is gone, and now the only thing he oozes is need. He looks like a wolf about to bare his teeth. “Turn around,” he says darkly. “I want to look at your ass.”
His accent seems to have faded slightly, but I don’t really care at this point. I turn around and listen to him growl.
He presses a hand to my ass cheek, warming my skin with his palm as he squeezes—soft at first, then harder. I communicate that I like what he’s doing and want him to go farther by pressing against his hand. He runs his fingers up and down and across, then does the same to the other cheek. I’m almost relaxed into his touch when he lets his fingers brush against the split in my backside. I respond by spreading my legs ever so slightly.
“I’ve never done ... that stuff before, but I’d love it if you want to.”
After massaging my cheeks for some time, while whispering filthy things against my neck, I feel him slide the tips of his fingers down into my darkest valley.
All my senses explode at this new kind of touch. I have never let anybody touch me there, and before tonight I never could have imagined myself offering up my ass like this. I have to work hard not to orgasm instantly.
“To the mirror, mon petit chou.”