“Kitty, you feel so good. God damn…so tight.”
His words of desperation are what do me in. He hits the spot inside me that has me losing my ever-loving mind and I come so hard, with such intensity that I’m trembling uncontrollably. He encircles his arm around my waist to keep me from collapsing. I let out a low, desperate groan, the shock waves detonate and explode in my blood stream.
I’m panting now, so hard and so loud that the panty-mouth-gag is rendered useless.
My head lolls in relief. I can smell his spicy aftershave and the musky scent of his sweat surrounding me. His lips are everywhere now, my neck, nipping at my earlobes, my cheeks and then my mouth. His mouth takes ownership of me, just as his body does, his tongue sweeping in to stroke mine. Making good on a promise. Proving how good it is between us.
His fingers dig into the flesh of my hips, his thumb finding the soft indent between my legs and my hipbone, pressing there. Moving me in the way he deems fit.
Rocking. Controlling. Marking.
Gavin’s movements become more ragged, less precise as he searches out his own bliss. The hair on his legs rubs against the back of mine, and I can feel him grow inexplicably bigger inside me. I let go of his neck and place my hands on the mirror in front of us, giving him more leverage.
I want to feel everything. Want him so deep inside me I’ll feel him for weeks to come. He’ll be with me forever, no matter where we go from here. Regardless of what happens after Rome.
And then Gavin stills inside me, his hot length pulsing against my walls. I look up into the mirror to see his head fall back, a beautiful expression of ecstasy written across his face.
“I’m coming…oh fuck, I’m coming…”
We’re wrapped in each other’s arms, on a train in the middle of Italy, rocking each other’s worlds. It’s the most beautiful experience I’ve ever had. And that’s saying a lot, considering where we’re fucking.
In a span of two seconds, we collapse against each other, our breathes evening out, just as someone pounds on the washroom door.
Gavin raises his head; his face having been nestled in the crook of my neck. He wears a look of sheer panic. My eyes grow wide with amusement and just a slight hint of concern.
My mouth is freed from its silken imprisonment and Gavin drops me down to my feet. He wrestles with his still semi-hard dick, pushing it back inside his pants, carefully zipping up.
I smooth my skirt down and look at my reflection. I look like a girl who has just been fucked. Cheeks flushed, hair tousled by rough hands, lips swollen and bee-stung.
Holding my panties in my hand, I decide not to put them back on. Instead, I ball them into Gavin’s fist, for him to keep as a keepsake. A gift of sorts. A way to say, “There’s more for you where that came from.”
I step out first and give an unapologetic smile to our interruptive audience. The older man smiles at me but then turns a surprised expression as he sees Gavin step out behind me.
We laugh on our way back to our seats.
As we sit back down, Gavin closes his eyes to nap, a happy smile across his face, I realize one thing.
No matter how soon I leave Italy, I know without a doubt that I was meant to find Gavin on this adventure of mine.
And I will never forget our time together for as long as I live.
