“English…”
“You trust me, remember?”
She stood for a second and gathered a couple of items, then returned to stand behind him. She leaned down, her bare breasts brushing his shoulder. “What shall I do with you, Dylan?” she said against his ear, sliding her palms down his chest.
“I’ve taken off my knickers. I could sit astride you, take your cock all the way inside me.” She slipped her hand lower to pump his shaft a little. “Should I do that, do you think?”
He turned and caught her mouth with his own.
“Yes, Kara. Yes. You should do that.” He reached for her and she dodged his hands. If he caught her now it would all be over. She’d straddle him, and he’d make her come, and it would be incredible… but she had other plans, and she was sticking to them.
Picking up her chosen sex toy from the floor, she knelt in front of him and placed it in his hands, spreading his knees to sit between them.
“What the hell is this thing?”
“Shhh,” she said, and licked the length of his shaft.
“Fuck.”
She opened her mouth and took him inside.
“Fuck...”
He was so very hard, and it was so very tempting to keep going. He’d come, she’d win, and then he’d make her come and she’d win all over again.
But today was his birthday, and she wanted to give him an experience that no one else had ever given him before.
So she took the toy from his hands, a skin-warm, slim silicon oval designed to pleasure him. It hinged open to reveal supple, textured rollers that would close around him like lips. She flipped it wide, lubricated it, then closed it around the base of his cock, making him jerk with surprise.
“Easy,” she murmured. “You have no idea how filthy you look right now. I so want to grab my phone and take a picture.” She gripped the silicon oval at either end and moved it slowly up his cock, watching the rollers clasp and massage his shaft as she moved it up and down.
“Fucking hell…” he moaned.
The toy was one of their newest and most expensive items, and judging by Dylan’s pleasure, it was worth every penny. Designed for couple play, it left the majority of his cock free to lick, suck and fondle, and Kara took full advantage. She rolled it up and down the length of him, following it closely with her mouth. Dylan moaned, his hands in her hair, sometimes stroking, sometimes pressing her down on him.
Kneeling cross-ankled between his thighs in the middle of the boutique was another memory she committed to the forever vault, and as he shoved the tie up off his face to watch her, his frenetic movements told her that he’d let go of his control.
She twisted the toy in her hands, giving him new sensations even as his hips spasmed, and seconds later her name ripped from his chest as his salty semen hit the back of her throat.
Looking up at him in those moments, a profound sense of rightness settled on her shoulders. He looked overwhelmed. She’d given him that. She’d put that look of intense pleasure on his face.
She loved this man.
“You give the best birthday presents,” he said, his hand lazy in her hair, his other arm dropping towards the floor. “What is that thing anyway?”
She removed the toy and put it to one side.
“Did you like it?”
“I’m kind of glad I was blindfolded,” he admitted, eying it dubiously.
“Yeah, yeah. But did you like it?”
“Sure. I liked it.” A languid, lopsided smile tipped his lips. “It felt fucking amazing.”
Kara nodded. “So I can tell our customers that the boss endorses it?”
“Not a chance.”
She smiled, standing up and and crossing to the counter to gather his gifts together. The leather crop. The purple vibrator. The slender oval masturbator that she planned on using on him again some time very soon.
Dylan moved to stand behind Kara, sweeping her hair over one shoulder and lowering his mouth to the warm curve of her neck. He breathed her in deep. The familiar, clean scent of her hair, the delicate perfume she always used. His tiny bathroom on the boat smelled of her, as did his bedsheets. She surrounded him.
“You lied to me,” he said against her ear. “You’re still wearing your panties.” He ran his hand under the slim band of silk on her hip.
“Knickers,” she corrected, aware of his naked body against hers.
“And you made me come,” he said, cupping her breasts, his cock stirring against the softness of her behind as her nipples hardened in his fingers.
“It is your birthday,” she said, leaning her head back on his shoulder.
“It is.” Not such a bad thing to have been found out after all, Dylan reflected.
They stood for a second, caught up in each other, Dylan savouring the feel of Kara’s responsive body in his hands, Kara savouring the feel of Dylan’s questing hands on her body.
He moved then, returning a moment later with his jeans tugged on and his shirt in his hands.
“Put this on. There’s something we need to do.”
"Let's do it here," she said, not wanting to do anything that didn't involve his hands between her legs.
He laughed under his breath. "Just put the shirt on, English. I'll make it worth the wait."
He helped her into his shirt, and gathered their belongings in his arms before leading her out through the club. He flicked the alarms on as he locked up, then led Kara out to the Mustang, the only car left on the small staff parking lot.
Dylan deposited their stuff on the driver’s seat.
“I’ve fantasised about this for days, English,” he murmured, lifting her lightly and sitting her on the folded-back material of the convertible roof. He swung himself over the edge of the car to kneel in front of her on the back bench seat, implausibly sexy and shirtless by moonlight.
“My shirt looks good on you,” he said, opening it to reveal her breasts to his waiting eyes and mouth.
“I might keep it forever,” she said, bracing her hands behind her, letting the material slide back on her shoulders as he licked the sensitive undersides of her breasts. She sighed a little when his hand moved to touch her between her legs.
“This feels like the best teenage date ever,” she said, breathless as he pulled her knickers to the side.
“The girls back home never looked like you do right now,” he said, and slid his fingers all the way inside her.
Kara gasped down a big lungful of the balmy Spanish night air.
“The boys back home never made me feel the way you do right now,” she managed to say. Just.