Italy

They stumbled through his door, groping, kissing, groaning, pulling, touching anything they could find of each other. He kicked the door shut and pushed her against the wall, kissing her fiercely, his hands roaming her toned thighs, working their way up. She was moaning loudly, encouraging him.



Her fingers were pulling at his shirt, fumbling with the buttons, until it finally came free and she pushed it over his shoulders to the floor. She pulled back from his kiss to admire his smooth chest, breathing heavily. She ran her hands from his broad shoulders down to his navel and back again. He was beautiful. He watched her every move with lust filled eyes.



Sands tugged at the bottom of her top impatiently and she lifted her arms slightly to allow him to pull it over her head. He growled as he realised she hadn’t been wearing a bra and he bent to scatter kisses and bites and licks across her breasts. He felt her struggle to get his jeans undone, and moved his hand down to help her. She unzipped him and slid her hand in, taking a hold of him through his boxers. Everything was moving so fast, everything was so hazy. But they loved every second.



Sands was moaning, pushing himself into her hand, grinding. His mouth stopped its torture on her chest to kiss his way up her throat to her full lips, his tongue delving in deep, tasting her. He slid his hands to the hem of her skirt, riding it up to her waist. She wasn’t wearing underwear. Sands groaned. What was she trying to do to him? She was driving him mad with lust.



He lifted her easily, pressing her against the wall, her ankles locking around his hips. He pushed his arousal against her groin, making them both moan with pleasure. They knew they could probably be heard in the next hotel room, and probably the one further down from that, but they didn’t care. They were too far gone now. His fingers slid between them to her heat, rubbing her and stroking her. His mouth swallowed her sighs of bliss. She rocked against him on his hand.



Dannii’s ankles were pushing against his hips, sliding his jeans down and he stepped out of them, carrying her to his bed. She lay down on her back and he straddled her in just his boxers, taking in the sight of her. She was gorgeous. Her hair fanned out over his pillow and her chest heaved as she panted. He touched her breasts again, fondling them and then slid his hands slowly down her sides to her hips, never breaking eye contact. He could see the lust in her eyes, staring into his own.



Usually Sands liked to take his time with a woman, savouring her and pleasuring her, torturing her. But tonight, he was more aroused than he could ever remember being. Maybe it was the effect of drinking tequila after having days away from it, maybe it was the girl beneath him, he didn’t know. To be honest, he didn’t care. So he slid out of his boxers and laid himself out on top of her, settling his hips between her thighs.



He kissed her deep as he pushed inside her. He was surprisingly gentle with her. She hadn’t expected that. She’d expected him to ravage her and have his way with her. He knew it wasn’t her first time with a man, but he felt the need to take it easy this one time.



He broke the kiss, lying still, staring into her face. Her eyes had slid shut and she breathed slow and heavy. She almost looked like she was sleeping. Slowly, he pulled out of her and back in again. She whimpered and squirmed against him, trying to make him go faster. He pulled out at the same speed and her eyes opened to glare at him. He grinned at her.



‘Sands…’ she groaned wriggling beneath him. ‘Stop it! Please. Just go faster.’



‘Demanding, aren’t we?’ he replied, amused. He was teasing her. But he gave in to her and began to thrust in and out faster and faster, her moans and sighs spurring him on. He buried his face in her neck, nipping at her skin, hearing her gasp. He trailed his tongue up her throat to her mouth and he dipped it in, kissing her hard, his hips never stopping.



They both felt the end nearing at the same time. He squeezed his eyes shut, panting, waiting for it to hit him, feeling her tighten but she put her hand softly to the side of his face.



‘Look at me, Sands,’ she whispered. ‘Look me in the eyes.’ He frowned slightly. He opened his eyes and stared deep into the green orbs under him. That’s when he felt it hit them both. They cried out in pleasure, never looking away. His body jerked and her back arched, pressing her chest against his.



Sands collapsed on top of her, his face buried in her neck once more.



It took them a while to catch their breath and come down from the roaring high they were riding together. He withdrew from her and rolled to his side, pulling her close and rubbing his face in her hair. This had been so different for him, he thought. He wasn’t exactly the cuddle afterwards type. She turned towards him in his arms and smiled up at him. They leaned forward and kissed each other lazily. They kissed sleepily, falling asleep together.