Jacob couldn’t have been happier as sweet pussy juices flowed onto his lips and chin, and the beautiful woman producing them swore, panted and wriggled beneath him. He had to push down harder on her thighs to hold her still, otherwise she would have bucked his mouth right off of her. He sensed she was growing close to coming, so that was absolutely not an option.

Annabelle’s clit grew and he continued to suck and flick it with his tongue, while moving his right hand from her thigh and slipping it between them. He quickly sought entrance to her soaking hole and pushed inside, the copious wetness easing his passage. Her walls clenched around him, and his neglected cock gave a lurch as his brain made the connection between what she felt like around his fingers and what she would feel like around his shaft. God, he couldn’t wait to get inside this amazing woman.

Curving his fingers, he sought her G-spot and found it without too much trouble—the spongy bump on the inner wall of her pussy was also enlarged. Shifting his hand a little, he figured out the best position to stimulate it, then went to town. Rubbing and pressing at her G-spot, he continued to torment her clit, bringing her ever closer to climax.

Jacob was soon glad he was in a high-class hotel with thick walls, because Annabelle, it seemed, was a screamer. First, her swearing and blasphemy grew louder and more frequent, then, as her body clenched and gushed at his ministrations, beyond the point of no return, she fell momentarily silent. She froze for a second or two. Jacob continued what he was doing, concentrating hard on the simultaneous stimulation of her two pleasure spots, determined to give her a damn good time. An instant later, it paid off.

Shuffling into position between Annabelle’s parted thighs, Jacob’s mouth watered as he caught the scent of her pussy. Her needy, eager pussy. Moving closer still, he pulled in a deep breath through his nostrils, the delectable musky, sexy smell making him even keener to taste her, tease her, and make her come all over his lips, tongue and chin.

Propping himself up on his elbows, he flattened his palms against Annabelle’s inner thighs and pushed them further apart. She gasped, but didn’t resist.

Now he had totally unimpeded access, and intended to make the most of it. Licking his lips, he then pressed them to her lower ones. Immediately, he poked out his tongue again, delving between her folds, humming loudly with pleasure as her juices exploded onto his taste buds. Impossibly, she tasted even better than she smelled. Tart, yet sweet and madly addictive.

He pushed his tongue inside her as far as he could manage, drinking her up with relish and grinning mentally as Annabelle moaned and writhed. It was a promising start—he hadn’t even really gotten going yet and she seemed to be enjoying herself, so giving her a mind-blowing orgasm should be easy. He’d always enjoyed going down on women, so burying his face between the thighs of such a responsive one was heaven.

Avoiding her clit for as long as possible, he licked, nibbled and sucked at her until he could resist no longer. Without warning, he gave the swollen bud a long, hard swipe with his tongue, making her jolt, then pulled it between his lips. Sucking gently at first, he allowed her to get used to the pressure, then slowly increased it.

“Sorry—”

“If you say one more time that you’re out of practice, I may just have to slap you. And not in a kinky way. In an actually-meant-to-cause-you-pain-way. All right?”

“All right.”

“Now shut up and kiss me.”

“With pleasure, ma’am.” Shifting so their bodies were millimetres apart, he placed his hand on her hip, tugged her closer and looked into her eyes. What he saw there galvanised him; lust, desire, affection. He may have pretty much forgotten how this stuff worked, but the woman in front of him genuinely wanted him. The throbbing from his crotch area reminded him the sentiment was more than mutual.

Hoping his expression displayed the same feelings, he smiled, then leaned over and pressed his lips to hers. Reminding himself they’d done this part before, albeit in the middle of the street, he let his worries go. Concentrating purely on her lips against his, her soft curves, the increased pace of her breathing and heartbeat, the cute little sounds she was making, he allowed himself to be absorbed in the moment.

After a few seconds, their kiss inevitably deepened, grew more passionate. Mouths pressed harder against each other, teeth occasionally clashing, tongues battling. She tasted of peppermint mouthwash, as, of course, did he. As he explored her mouth further, Jacob let the hand that wasn’t trapped beneath him wander. Up to her face; cupping it, stroking his thumb against her soft skin. Then he gently trailed it down her neck, her shoulder, her arm and finally onto her hip, where it rested for a few seconds before sneaking round and grabbing her nearest buttock. Pulling her closer still, so their bodies were pressed together from head to toe, he resisted the temptation to grind his now-fully-erect cock against her.

Turned out he didn’t need to, anyway. Their new position meant it was impossible for her not to notice and she let out a noise somewhere between a growl and a purr, and slipped her free hand between their bodies. Pressing it to his length, she stroked the bulge through his clothes, causing him to make a growling sound of his own.

Their kissing ramped up yet another notch as passion overwhelmed them, their jaws working faster, tongues duelling frantically and hasty breaths being sucked in. He squeezed and groped her backside as she almost-masturbated him. Soon, Jacob felt he was in danger of coming in his boxers so he snatched his hand away from her luscious arse and grabbed her wrist.

“Ignoring your last comment, that sounds good to me. I’d rather get other stuff done than stand in a queue for hours on end. Stupid, really. I booked a bus tour beforehand, but not an entry ticket to the Eiffel Tower.”

“I’m glad you did,” she said, bumping him lightly with her hip.

“Why’s that?”

“Because if you hadn’t been on that particular bus at that particular time, we wouldn’t have met. And if you’d booked a ticket for the tower, you’d have been rushing off now, instead of spending time with me.”

“That’s true.” He grinned widely. “In that case, it was an incredibly intelligent move. Practically genius.”

“Wow, I’m snogging a genius. Who would have thought it? Little old me!”

“But you’re not actually snogging—” Jacob’s words were cut off as Annabelle moved right in front of him, stretched up on her tiptoes and pressed her lips to his. In spite of the wine, he froze for several seconds as his brain tried to catch up with what his body was telling him.

Soon, his body forced his brain to snap out of it, and he responded accordingly, wrapping his arms around Annabelle, pulling her closer and returning the kiss with relish. Her lips were plump, pliant, and her mouth was hot and tasted of the wine they’d been drinking, as well as the chocolaty dessert they’d shared.

Eager to taste more, Jacob slipped his tongue between her lips, deepening the kiss, letting his passion roam. The way he teased and explored her mouth obviously turned her on, as the hands she’d previously linked behind his neck shifted down his body, cupping his arse. Squeezing it, pulling him harder into her.

This close, she couldn’t fail to notice the rapidly-hardening cock trapped between their bodies, but it didn’t seem to bother her. Far from it, in fact. She seemed just as aroused as he, her hands shamelessly groping his backside and little grunts and groans emanating from her throat as they devoured each other’s mouths.

Only the fact they were standing in a busy street held Jacob back. Probably just as well, too, given they’d only just met. If they had privacy, who knew what they’d end up doing.

A torrent of rapid French and what sounded like a group of people laughing yanked him out of the moment. Gently disentangling from Annabelle, he looked towards the source of the noise, seeing what looked like a tour group staring and giggling.