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We chose this island because the idea of mixing culture with beautiful beaches was particularly appealing for some holiday romance. We arrived mid-afternoon so it made perfect sense to explore and drink in some of the history in the Old Town first.

It was moving into the evening when we finally stepped out. The sun was beginning to set, and the result; an intoxicating mellow, yellow glow that delightfully washed over everything as far as the eye could see.

We held hands and strolled through the cobbled streets taking in the beauty that was right before us.

It wasn’t long before we stopped at a quaint little coffee shop. It was like something you would see in one of those Harry met Sally kind of movies. You know, little rattan tables with glass tops complete with petite stainless-steel crockery and fabric napkins. The chairs almost miss matched with dated but fashionable cushions, all of which were different on every seat, but it was cute.

I ordered a latte—he had an espresso. We sat for fifteen minutes or so and then got up and continued on.

We walked through gloriously paved streets lined with beige brick high-rise buildings that were somewhat reminiscent of those found on Regent Street in London.

We crossed many a darling bridge too. There was so many of these small bridges dotted around. They were so little they literally crossed streams rather than rivers. It was so picturesque. So romantic…

Maybe there was something in the air. Perhaps the beauty, and holiday romance that surrounded us had provoked something inside me because I wanted him.

Every time we paused to absorb the surroundings; I would just look at him. And every time I did, I felt this kind of excitement in the pit of my tummy. It was like the feeling you get when love is brand-new and everything is up.

There was something about this island that appeared to awaken my desire for him all over again.

As we stopped on another of the many bridges, my urges got the better of me. I pulled him in close, pressed my lips up against his, then firmly but gently eased my tongue in between his lips. With a similar kind of urgency, his tongue met mine. We locked lips right there, publicly and we just didn’t care. We were lost in that moment. Savouring each other. Immersed.

After what felt like an eternity, we pulled apart and looked at each other. We then continued to walk on. It was slowly getting darker as we strolled around the area. The little lights that occupied what appeared to be the millions of mini windows within the buildings around us, were illuminated. If you narrowed your eyes, you could be forgiven for believing you were actually looking up at the sky. The lights look like stars. It was positively gorgeous.

The walk back to the hotel felt charged. It was a completely different vibe altogether. The transition between dusk and the night was so obvious. It’s like the feeling of romance that lingered in the air, intensified as it got darker. I felt it and I know he felt it too. We couldn’t wait to get back to the hotel room.

We were barely inside when passion got the better of us. We still had our coats on when he pushed me up against the wall and pressed himself against me, hard. His lips found mine and we kissed so deeply. His body weight against me felt so amazing. When he proceeded to lift my arms above my head it was almost as if he wanted me to surrender to him. And so, surrender I did.

Whilst still holding my hands at the wrist, he dropped them down so the tops of my fingers were in line with my shoulders. In the same movement he fell to his knees in front of me still holding onto my wrists and began to nuzzle at my stomach. It tickled a little bit but it was somehow sexy. We were still fully clothed and I even had on my jacket.

He stood back up again and we pressed our bodies together, passionately embracing and kissing. We just couldn’t get enough of each other.

He swung me around so my back was to him and his hands ran down the front of my jeans into my underwear. He found my wetness. I was so excited at this point, and it showed.

As he gently played in my panties all while still nuzzling at my neck and driving me completely crazy, I let one of my hands assist. I put my right hand over his and gently moved it up and down so my pleasure became more of a combined effort.

I knew he particularly liked that because I could feel his dick hardening from behind. It prodded at my left bum cheek. It felt good.

As he continued to play with my pussy, I let the hand that was previously helping him pleasure me, find its way to his semierect dick. I began to massage him from outside of his jeans. He gently pulled me around so I could get a better grip.

We were rubbing each other. Still kissing, still nuzzling, still driving each other wild. Then he flipped me into a position that left me bending forward.

I liked the submissive pose. I enjoyed the anticipation.

My back was arched ever so slightly and he pushed against me. I could feel he was solid. He thrust his stiffness against my arse. I responded by gyrating and pushing back.

I particularly loved when my tummy got some attention. So, when he backed me up against the wall, yanked my top up and exposed my whole stomach before leaning in to kiss it gently, I melted.

It was the mellow buzz of butterflies that drove me crazy. That feeling soon intensified when his mouth eventually made its way down to the opening of my jeans. My hardening clit got a purposeful tongue lashing and I responded by offloading freshly squeezed pussy juice directly into his mouth.

The tension was real. We were insatiable. We hadn’t even got into the hotel room properly—we were still by the door.

Once fully inside, he perched at the end of the bed, pulling me towards him. My waist met his face. He groped my arse, kissed it, and slapped it. I loved a good slap.

After unbuttoning his jeans, his throbbing cock jumped out. It stood to attention—bobbing about, begging to be sucked, so I dived in, taking the top of him into my mouth and then letting my lips slide down his thick shaft. He was big. I progressed to sucking him off, slobbering and licking, tasting and savouring. And then I lowered my mouth to meet his freshly shaven balls. I nibbled lightly and then took them both in. Rotating them tenderly around the warmness of my inviting mouth letting the saliva build. This undoubtedly added to the sensation.

He groaned as I grappled with his balls. I think he liked to be manhandled so I gave his shaft a quick slap. He yelped with joy. I then went on to grab one of his nipples whilst at the same time, began jerking him off with vengeance.

The speed of his breathing increased. He was panting uncontrollably. I felt powerful. In charge. He was at my mercy now.

More sloppy wet kissing…

More pleasuring him orally. This time, I allowed him to occupy my mouth further. I let him find my throat. He slid deep inside…

I gagged a little but continued to swallow him, pausing only to look at it and appreciate the shine on the top of his head from the combination of saliva and precum. It glistened beautifully.

Again, I felt in control of the situation. But that was short-lived because, in one fell swoop, he removed my jeans and began to worship my feet. He definitely had a thing for feet. He spent a lot of time ensuring every part of them was catered for. He licked my toes and sucked on each one. He caressed and massaged my soles and gently tongued my ankles. I fucking loved that.

I also adored the fact that I was able to watch him perform. I was lying on my front with my legs bent back from the knees. He was literally deep-throating my feet.

He briefly reacquainted himself with my peachy arse. He kissed it, he bit it, he ran his fingernails down it then he grabbed and slapped it. My yelps, disguised by giggles, gave him the reassurance he needed. His response was more biting and grappling.

He revelled in the fact that I was truly enjoying his antics.

Eventually, he switched his attention back to my aching wet snatch. He came face-to-face with her while she was clothed. I still had on my thong but that was not an issue. He liked the taste of her through the fabric, and the dampness caused by my wetness made the whole situation even sexier.

Whilst he indulged, it was me who grew impatient with the cotton barrier, so I removed my underwear. Whilst doing so, he pushed my legs back. My panties fell onto my right foot. He wasted no time in getting into deep throating it again with the added extra of my knickers draped over it. He was literally sucking off my toes with my panties in his mouth all at the same time.

He was super turned on at this point, as was I. He yearned to taste my excitement again. He wanted to consume more of my sticky, thick nectar. He spread my legs and nose and dived into the depths of my moisture. His tongue went to work parting my engorged lips and quickly finding my clit. He sucked on it deeply and used his lips to massage around the area.

Warm tingles built up in and around my erect bean. They spread out and danced around the rest of my lower body. The intensity weakened me slightly. His mouth continued to run up and down the full length of my underneath. He tasted every last part of me. I couldn’t get enough. I grabbed at my tits. I needed the transference of sensation because the intensity of the licking that I was receiving was sending me absolutely insane.

As I caressed and tugged at my hardened nipples, his tongue found my arsehole. He licked at my crack. He penetrated me with his tongue. That felt amazing… like, the loving sensation you get when you eat something warm on a cold winter’s night. It was kind. It was tender. It was comfortable.

He continued to alternate between salivating all over my arse and lapping up the creaminess of my pussy. It drove me wild. I grabbed his hands and linked his fingers with mine. I needed to hold on.

He paused from his onslaught, looked me dead in the eye, then kissed my pussy… tenderly. It was almost as if he was giving her a break. Then he got back to it. He had my legs wide open and there he was, in-between just going to town.

I had the best view ever. I could see him fully enjoying me.

The spectacle before me added to my already heightened sense of pleasure. And whilst I was captivated by the view, he came up and locked lips with mine. He wanted me to taste my juices. I cheekily slapped his face in approval. He responded by pushing me back on to the bed, spread my legs apart, dropped his face down to my pussy for one final taste with his mouth before proceeding to penetrate me with his pulsating cock.

As it went in, I groaned with satisfaction. He filled me up, and I welcomed it.

He began to thrust at a steady pace. He was deep inside, and every motion sent waves rippling through me.

He hoisted up one of my legs and continued to fuck me with my toes in his mouth.

The rhythm was perfect. I could feel my wetness implode.

In and out, in and out, slippery, soaking… just perfect.

I couldn’t contain myself. I let my fingers find my nub. I stroked her whilst he continued to pummel me.

The sound of our bodies slamming together in perfect unison, together with the sporadic groans of pleasure, filled the air.

He continued to fuck me with this look of urgency in his eyes.

The sounds of his rock-hard dick going in and out made a sexy squelching sound. Then he switched it up. He pulled me on top of him. He wanted me to ride him. Of course, I obliged.

I straddled him with the confidence of a jockey ten years in the game. I eased him in. I loved the way I felt every inch of his cock run through me. More wetness…

I began riding him slowly. As I picked up the pace, his seal of approval came in the form of a slap to my arse, encouraging me to grind even harder and even faster.

The pace of our sex slowed down slightly when he flipped me back over and entered me from behind. Whilst his dick still ground my pussy with intensity, the cushioning of my butt took away some of the potential savagery of the angle I was in.

He was still very free with the passionate kisses, but the slaps were fewer. And when they were administered, they were lighter. It was all very sensual but, at the same time, still retained some of the animalistic elements that dominated our lovemaking initially.

We continued to fuck and play.

He enjoyed lapping up my overflowing cup of pleasure fluid and I adored sucking him off some more. The salty taste of precum always thrilled me and he was generously spouting that off.

We had found a position that allowed for us both to enjoy the way each other tasted. I was a good girl. I gobbled him all the way up leaving no part of him unlicked or un-sucked. I rotated between using my hands and going hands-free. I titillated him with flickers of my tongue across the head of his cock. I mixed it up with a lot of slobbering, slurping and deep throating. His sounds of appreciation were everything.

We spent some time indulging this way.

More penetration followed. We slipped into the reverse cowgirl position with ease. I lowered myself down onto him and had to pause for a moment to adjust. Once comfortable I was off. I rode him like I was in a rodeo.

I particularly enjoyed watching his toes curl every time I slipped up and down him.

I loved that I felt powerless when he grabbed my arms and pulled them behind me. I just felt raw and exposed. There I was riding his dick, hands behind my back, no real control over the situation. Yeah I adored that feeling.

We just couldn’t get enough of each other.

After a few minutes he eased back and tilted me forward. He buried his face in my arse and began to lick my pussy from the back. He also paid attention to my arsehole.

At this point I could feel myself nearing an explosion. With every lick, I shuddered inside. The waters were flowing. I was so wet. He knew it, he could taste it. But he wanted to be inside me more, and I didn’t mind that. So, we spooned whilst he fucked me affectionately.

We moaned into each other’s mouths. Our noses touched as we slow grinded. This was passion. Deep, intense, unfiltered, no holds barred… passion.

I was convinced he could feel the fire burning inside of me because the way he served up each stroke, encouraged the burn a little bit more every time.

His fingers found my moist snatch. He circled my clit with them and then rubbed it up and down. He was still inside me, deep inside me, inside me with purpose.

He fucked the life out of me.

I didn’t think it could get more intense than it already was.

I had absolutely no control over the moans that escaped my lips. He was losing control, too. I could feel it.

We tongued each other deeply as ecstasy began to engulf us both. His pace quickened. It wasn’t harder or deeper, just quicker and somewhat more concentrated.

He knew he was nearly there. He was at the brink. I was at the brink. We were at the brink.

I couldn’t hold it back anymore. The feeling took over me.

My orgasm bubbled from the soles of my feet and worked its way up through me, only to spill out of my pussy and ooze through what felt like every single pore in my entire body.

He edged back a little bit but was still grinding.

My whole back met the softness of the bed as he continued to shag me. I just lay there, allowing the ripples of pleasure to take me.

I became hyper-sensitive to everything. The sex-warmed sheets against my skin quickly became the softest cotton I’d ever touched. It was as if it was working in harmony with the sensations that had taken over my body.

As I lounged in complete ecstasy, he continued to grind, using my body purely for his pleasure now.

Despite my current state, I could feel him getting closer and closer. His dick got harder and harder. It pulsated… it was ready to blow.

Within what felt like seconds, he freed himself from the warmth of my pussy, and I firmly jerked him off until I was treated to his eruption.

He let out an uncontrollable groan, louder than any previous groans, and then, he spilled himself all over my cunt.

It was warm, thick cum all for me, just for me, because of me.

Once the feeling had washed over him and he managed to compose himself somewhat, he returned to passionately kissing me.

We giggled into each other’s mouths. We were both completely satisfied and that was somewhat humorous in a way.

He tenderly walked his fingers up my side and then kissed me some more.

He rolled onto his back and I followed by rolling on to him. I straddled him all while still locking lips. His big cock was still erect, I could feel it between my legs but right now it wasn’t about penetration, this was satisfaction.

We kissed until we could kiss no more and then we just cuddled.

Yes, there truly was something about the Old Town that appeared to awaken our desire for each other all over again.

The End