Selena Kitt - Letters to the Baumgarters

“Let me see.” Nico pulled the thong aside, biting his lip when he saw how my swollen pussy lips were parted for the press of my fingers. I slid the panties down to my ankles, stepping out of them, spreading my legs even wider this time. He groaned as I lifted my fingers to my mouth, licking my juices off them, sucking on them before sliding my hand back down to pay more attention to my pussy.

“Put your fingers inside,” he said, his breath coming in short pants, his hand moving faster up and down the length of his cock.

I put one high heel up on the arm of his chair, giving him a full view. “You do it.”

“Holy fuck.” He said this in English, his eyes glazed with hunger, on eye-level with my pussy. He parted me with his fingers, working them slowly in and then out, watching himself finger me. I rolled my hips forward, giving him better access, my head going back, a low moan escaping my throat. He was incredibly skilled, thumbing my clit as he rocked his hand against my pussy, his fingers doing things inside of me that drove me crazy.

“Sit on my face, Dani.” He pulled me toward him. “I have to taste you.”

He positioned me, knees on the arm of the chair, hands gripping the back, his mouth covering my slippery mound. His tongue worked its way to my clit, his fingers finding their mark again inside of me, the other hand cupping my breast, thumbing my nipple, a trifecta of sensation. My thighs quivered, my belly undulating, coming so close to climax I could almost taste it.

“Please,” I begged, my whole body tense, rocking. “Oh god, please! Please!”

Nico took me there, sucking my clit hard into his mouth, manipulating it with his tongue, making my pussy spasm in release around his plunging fingers. I cried out, my nails digging into the back of the chair, grinding my hips, shoving my whole pussy against his greedy mouth.

“Oh god!” I cried, shuddering still, sinking to the floor between his knees, now eye-level with his cock. I looked up to see his face glistening with my juices, his cock jutting up like a mast with no sail, waiting to be taken for a ride, and I couldn’t resist. Still dazed from my own orgasm, I took him into my mouth, the head slick with precum.

His hand moved through my hair, guiding me up and down his length, his hips beginning to thrust in rhythm. I made soft, happy noises in my throat, my nipples grazing his jean-clad thighs as I took his cock between my lips again and again, feeling the thick length of him sliding against my tongue. My pussy was still throbbing for him. I couldn’t believe how much he made me want him.

“I want you inside me.” I slapped the head of his cock against my cheek, teasing the tip with my tongue. “Fuck me. Please.”

“Your wish is my command,” he said in English. “Stand up.”

I did, and he stood with me, kissing me deeply, letting me taste my pussy on his tongue. Then he turned me around, pushing me further into the room. I thought he was taking me to the bed, but he walked me past it, toward the windows. They were covered by filmy white curtains, but he opened them, making me gasp and move to cover myself.

“I want the whole world to see you, bella,” he whispered into my ear from behind me, his cock riding between the crack of my ass as he pressed me up against the window. The view of the Grand Canal was beautiful, the sun glinting off the water, a water-taxi passing by as I watched. I was topless, the corset pushing my breasts up against the window sill.

“You’re crazy!” I gasped, but he threw the window open wide, and we both might have fallen out if it weren’t for the railing between us and the wide waterway. I grasped it, crying out as Nico shoved his cock into me from behind, thrusting up hard. His hand grabbed my hips for leverage, fucking me hard and deep and fast.

“Wait!” I cried, but he wouldn’t, and I couldn’t do anything but hang on, my breasts swaying in the cool April breeze, knowing that anyone could see us. “Oh god, no, no…”

“You feel so good,” he moaned, leaning over me, his pelvis molded to my ass, his cock buried to the hilt. “I’m going to come so hard inside of you.”

I moaned and gave in to the sensation, my knuckles gripping the railing so hard they were white, going up on my tiptoes, even in heels, to take more of him, all of him, as deeply as I could. My pussy swallowed him up like it had been starving for him, as hungry as I was for his cock, his cum. I fucked him back, grinding my ass into the saddle of his hips, crying out, not caring anymore who heard us, who saw.

“Make me come all over your cock!” I panted, not daring to close my eyes, even as close as I was to climax. The water lapped at the cement below us, licking the sides of the seawall like a dirty wet tongue. “Oh fuck, fuck, I’m gonna come!”

He grunted and fucked me harder, deeper, a hand on my shoulder now for even better purchase. I could barely hold onto the railing, my back arched, my pussy stretched wide for the thrust of his cock. I was lost, gone, being fucked on the banks of the Grand Canal in Venice and about to have the most intense orgasm of my life.

And I almost said Mason’s name.

It hovered on my lips, a low “Mmmmmmm” in my throat, and I kept it there, muffling my cries.

My climax hit like a shockwave, shuddering through me. If he hadn’t had me around the waist with one arm, I would have collapsed to my knees. My pussy clamped down on his swollen length, the motion just enough to send him over with me. I rode the pleasure waves, letting them wash over me again and again.

“Oh my god,” I gasped, feeling him slipping out of me, turning in his arms. He was grinning, panting, his eyes half closed, swinging the window shut and pulling me into his arms.

“You’re so incredible.” He kissed my cheek, my temple, my jaw, pulling me up so tight my feet left the floor. “I could eat you up.”

“You’re crazy.” I was laughing now in his arms, my heart still beating like bird’s wings in my chest. “You know that? You’re just crazy.”

“Crazy for you, yes.” He kissed me and I could feel the smile still on his lips. “Are you glad I rented the room now?”

I glanced back at the window, not open now, but the curtains still open. I wondered how many people had seen us, if the hotel would get calls or complaints.

“I’m not sorry,” I admitted, my weak knees finally giving out. I collapsed in the chair behind me, looking up at him with a half-smile.

“I’m glad.” He slid his jeans down his hips and I raised an eyebrow. He laughed. “I’m just going to take a shower before we go eat. Unless you want to go again…?”

I groaned, shaking my head. “Not yet.”

“But many more times,” he promised, a hand moving through my hair. “Today, tonight, tomorrow…”

I smiled, but guilt twisted a knife in my belly and I gritted my teeth through the pain as Nico went to the bathroom. I looked down at my outfit, cold now, and shivered. All I could think of was Mason, waiting back at my flat. I’d left him there to come here with Nico and had spent god only knows how long having sex. Now how was I supposed to tell Mason I wasn’t coming back tonight? Or how was I supposed to tell Nico I had to leave?

It was impossible.

I heard Nico turn on the shower and I ran over and flung myself across the bed, reaching for the telephone, knowing I didn’t have long.

“Hey, there you are!” Mason’s voice was warm and my body’s temperature changed the moment I heard it. “I was starting to get worried.”

“I’m sorry, I got caught up,” I said, keeping my voice low.

“So, where do you want to go to dinner?”

“Well, the thing is…” I glanced toward the bathroom door and prayed Nico didn’t open it. What was I going to say? How was I going to get out of this? It didn’t occur to me that I should have had a plan before I picked up the phone to call.