Kinky Sex

She laughed breathlessly, her ability to draw in a deep breath limited by the constriction of being slung over Victor’s shoulder. He turned his head and bit her behind, making her shriek and giggle like a maniac.

“Shit,” he said. “The door is closed.” He released his grip on his jeans so that he could open the door, and they slid down to his ankles.

“Oh, goody,” she seized onto his arse. “Someone skipped their underwear this morning.”

He laughed, stepping out of the jeans, and kicking them into the room. “I went for a swim,” he told her. “They are out on a chair, drying.” He lowered her onto the bed and laid his body out over hers, as he kissed her, his tongue stroking against hers. “I do like it when you wear skirts,” he reached between them, pulling her underwear to the side so that he could slide against her intimately and she drew in a shaking breath.

“I probably need a shower,” she said. “I have been dancing all afternoon.”

“You taste salty,” he dragged his tongue along her