Moroccan Nights

When they finally arrived back at the hotel, it was only a matter of seconds before they were in M’s room, groping each other. As M closed and locked the door, Bond grabbed her arm and pulled her close, kissing her fiercely. Their tongues were clashing, loving the taste of each other. M melted in his arms, letting her emotions wash over her. James pushed her back on the bed, falling on top of her, ripping off his clothes as M took off hers.
“Oh M. I need you. I have to have you now.”
Her body turned to liquid as he ran his fingers from the tip of her nose to the bottoms of her feet; she squirmed and moaned, grabbing the sheets, holding herself back, wanting him deep inside her.
“James, suck me. Touch me.” She said as she licked her fingers and reached down to rub her clit.
He climbed up her body and started to suck her breasts. Alternating sucking with rubbing and pulling her nipples. They were getting harder with every flick of his tongue. James loved watching M touch herself, and his cock begged for her attentions. While she played with her clit, he shoved two fingers in her sopping wet cunt.
M gasped and threw her head back, “JAMES! Fuck yes.”
He moved his fingers in and out of her, loving the way she felt; her warm pussy grasping his fingers.
“I need to taste you, open your legs.” He breathed into her ear.
M willingly obeyed, wanting him desperately. She started to play with her nipples as James buried his face between her legs and sucked eagerly at her hard clit. He loved her smell and her taste; he couldn’t get enough. With every lick, her moans got louder, and she got wetter, her juices flowing into is mouth. He shoved his tongue into her welcoming pussy, which caused her to convulse as she wrapped her legs around his head.
“OH JAMES! YES!” There was no holding back now; she was coming. “James…James. Fuck me. Ohhh, yes, fuck me.”
She was thrusting her cunt up against him, her sticky honey smeared on his face.
“Turn over!” He commanded.
M flipped over onto her stomach.
“On your knees!”
She got on all fours, and James started to spank her.
SWAT! SWAT! SPANK! Her flesh went from faintly pink to a deep red. Bond was harder now than he had ever been.
“Please James, please, please…please. Oh James, now please.” She was begging, almost crying, wanting to be fucked.
He shoved his cock in her dripping pussy, holding onto her hips as he thrust deeper and deeper, hitting her g-spot, and feeling her hot center. James looked to the side, watching himself fuck the sweetest cunt he’d ever had, in the floor to ceiling mirrored closet doors. He fell on to her back, still fucking her hard and deep.
“M…M! Fuck, you feel so good. You have the best pussy, the…the best fucking pussy.” He was out of breath.
“James, I’m coming, I’m coming. Oh yes, right there, there, there, JAAAAAAMES!”
“M! FUCK!”
They came at the same time, collapsing onto the bed and wet sheets.
“Oh James. Oh James James James”, M said as she grabbed his face and kissed him, “what is it that you do to me?” He put his arms around her as she curled into him.
“Well, now what?” He asked.
“Now we go to Greece.” M said as she rolled over and drifted off to sleep.

To be continued…