Page 16 of Boss Abroad

“Yes, please.” She sits up, turns her back to me, and gathers her wavy, almost curly brown hair to the side. I take a knee behind her and take my sweet time pulling that zipper down, relishing the crisp, melodic sound of each metallic tooth sliding apart, filling the air with anticipation. This must be the speed a sadist opens his gift on a Christmas morning.

I unclasp her bra and pull the straps down her shoulders so that her clothes all pool around her waist. I watch as goosebumps scatter across her skin and I smile smugly at myself.

I make my way around to stand in front of her and fuck me if those are not the finest pair of tits I’ve ever seen. “Up, gorgeous.”

She’s eyeing my crotch with a smirk. “Yeah, it’s coming.”

I look down at my semi, then at her. “I meant you, smartass.”

She stands, pushes her dress the rest of the way down and places her hands on her waist.

“So fucking gorgeous.” It requires tremendous self restraint not to fall to my knees and adore those perky tits of hers with my lips, tongue and teeth. “Now lay back down again.” She inhales to argue but thinks better of it.

I get the water on the tub going nice and hot, take a cloth from the towel rack and take a seat next to her. She’s a wet mess. I clean between her legs so she’s not sitting in a mix of my saliva and her own cum. I wipe her down with the gentlest touch, but she still jumps, oversensitive. “Shhhh, baby, let me take care of this pussy. I’m not even close to being done with her.

I add some oil that smells nice enough to water and gather her in my arms again to take her to the bathtub. She nestles her head in the crook of my neck and takes a deep breath, like she’s inhaling my scent.

“Hmmmm, sex smells great on you. And I don’t know what you do for a living, but if you ever need a reference letter for a position as a human wheelchair, I can write you a stellar one.”

I laugh and hold her even tighter to my body. This woman keeps stealing smiles from me. I didn’t even know I had that many in me.

April steps into the tub first, and my worries about it being too hot are washed away when she hums as she lowers herself into the bath. She likes it scorching too. I sit opposite to her in the bathtub and lift her foot into my lap, massaging its arch. She groans like she did in bed and my cock stands to attention, reminding me that it’s still desperate to be inside her.

Needing to touch her, I pull her toward me, turning her so her back is against my chest. It splashes water all over the floor and I have zero fucks to give about the mess. She’s not allowed to drown before I fuck her pussy and maybe her ass, too.

April lets out an argumentative huff when I move her, but she settles quickly, melting into me. I enjoy the silence, the weight of her small body on mine, and the view of it from up here. I can’t resist taking her breasts into my hands, loving how heavy they feel.

“I can’t seem to be able to keep my hands off you.”

CHAPTER EIGHT

liam

“Liam, Liam.”

What? Who?

“Liam, wake up. It’s getting cold and we look like a pair of prunes.”

Fuck, I’ve fallen asleep? That’s new. It usually takes a couple of pills to achieve that.

“Wait here.” I’m only half awake but all too familiar with these rooms to know where to find the towels and robes. I wrap a towel around my waist and hold a robe open for her as she steps out of the water looking like fucking Aphrodite. She slips into it and I tie the knot for her.

I hand her a towel for the tips of her hair that got wet and she steps in front of the mirror. She pats her face dry and then opens the cupboards, looking for something.

“What do you need?” I ask, willing to give her anything right now.

“I was checking if they had one of those kits with a toothbrush and toothpaste. I have no idea if we slept ten minutes or a few hours. Don’t want to kiss you with bad breath.”

I tut at her foolish worry and kiss her without restraint. “I can still taste your pussy on my lips and that’s my new favorite flavor.”

She’s stunned in place for a few seconds before she recovers and attacks my mouth back. I grab her by the ass and put her on top of the vanity before stepping between her legs and ripping her robe open. She hooks her feet behind me, using them to pull my towel off and to bring me closer, moaning when my erection presses against her pussy.

I break the kiss to look at her breasts, big and perky and so fucking soft in my hands when I palm them. I raise them up and together, massaging and teasing them. Then I move on to her nipples. They are hard and begging to be played with. I pinch and roll them between my fingers, making her pant, her hips rolling, dragging her pussy up and down my shaft, covering me in her arousal.

I drop my head to cover her nipple with my lips, teasing her with the tip of my tongue. She throws her head back and a loud bang echoes in the bathroom as she hits the mirror. Fuck! Did she crack the mirror? Did she crack her head?

“Shit, are you okay?” My priorities are fucked, because my hands never let go of her tits. In my defense, I do raise my eyes and try to assess the damage.