#fineanddandy1kchallenge

"MY FACE IS ON FIRE!" Taika was panting and fanning his burning cheeks. The moms running the stand you both went to were cackling at him.

It had been a day since you both landed in Puerto Rico, and after sleeping off the jet lag and trying some of the fine dining, the first thing to do was explore the city, San Juan, from start to finish. Coincidentally, you both walked right into the outdoor market area, where fresh produce was being bought and sold everywhere. That's when Taika, the jackass, got ballsy and decided to try a pepper from one of the stands. He had been warned.

Oh well... guess you can see how that went.

To make up for the commotion caused, you bought a pineapple and a papaya from the same stand, as well as a couple of exquisitely bottled cokes. Taika was consoled, given a bit of coconut milk, and sent right back down the boardwalk. That was the first and last time he tried a freebie from a pepper stand. He was complaining about how his tongue felt (you would have thought that might make him get a little quieter and talk less), and he didn't stop until half of his bottled soda was gone. He sort of forgot about the pain after that and started looking for souvenirs.

You began your walk with him at eight in the morning, sharp. It was near noon by the time you were finished, and Taika had two big bags of fruits and veggies, exotic jewelry, tour maps, and trinkets. You were starving, and, more than once, tried to steal a kiwi from his bags but he would always manage to catch you and slap your hand away.

"They're for later!" He'd say that or make up a different excuse each time.

Taika wasn't neglectful of your hunger, in the end. He took you to a nearby restaurant after doing some searching on his phone and dropping the bags off back at the hotel room.

The restaurant was quaint, but vibrant at the same time. There were colors, dancers, and live music played on a little wooden stage just meters away. Ordering was fine, but it took some time for Taika.

"I've never seen so many things with pineapple in it! And it's not pizza, so it's bound to be good!" He seemed so excited for the food. It made you happy, but you eventually had to pick for him since the waiter was getting tired of actually having to wait.

"I have something special planned for tonight!" Taika exclaimed, the alcoholic drink of his choice being waved around in his hand. You were already reaching for the napkins, afraid he was going to spill something.

So now he tells you...

"Should I be concerned?" your first question came out with ease.

"Honey, if it's anything with me, you should always be concerned," he was smug, but the look on your face told him he needed to fix his wording. "BUT! Uhm... No, no you shouldn't be concerned about where I'm taking you. It's going to be a blast, I promise!"

"Better not be lying, Taik," you warned, and he just started to grin. That made you nervous, but you put the feeling on hold when the food came out.

Two bowls of Asopao de Pollo were placed in front of you and Taika, and they were devoured briefly in the span of thirty minutes. Extra time was added because Taika decided to add hot sauce to his. 'It's to add a kick,' he said. Yeah, whatever.

The rest of the afternoon was spent snacking, and checking out the more historical side of Puerto Rico. Abandoned forts, old canons, battle fields, you name it. It was truly a blast, even when Taika became cocky around one of the forts you visited.

It was at the Sitio Histórico de San Juan when things got... touchy. You were with a group of people, and you and Taika decided to linger around the back so if something interesting was spotted, you wouldn't have to move immediately. Little did you know, Taika was devising a, "ditch the tour guide and go make out somewhere," kind of plan.

Much to your demise, and to your pleasure, the plan worked. The tour guide hardly noticed the two of you disappear down an unknown corridor and push yourselves deep into a dark corner.

The smell was wet, ancient, and dank. Taika had you pressed up against one of the concrete walls while his hands worked their magic, lifting up the hem of your shirt and immediately grasping for your bra. You let him squeeze and grip through the fabric of it and press his body so close to yours, the waistband of his shorts was rubbing a red line across the skin of your stomach.

Your legs trembled while you completely forgot about the tour itself and your fingers started to run through his curly hair. Taika's thigh was moving to be between both of yours and he started to slowly rub the top of his against your clothed cunt. Slowly. Achingly slow.

Whimpers of his name and the sound of your tongue mixing echoed along the dank walls, and whimpers turned to moans, and moans turned into garbled sentences when his hand sunk into your underwear and sought out your clit. You tried to warn him, this was a bad idea. You could be noticed missing from the group and people could come looking for you. There could be papz right around the corner, needing a good look for a filthy headline. He didn't stop, though. He started rubbing faster, playing with you like you were some toy.

You knew he wouldn't give you anything but his fingers. Yet. Taika waited and waited, getting you closer on just clit stimulation, but just as you reached your brink, he started to pull his hand away. Dazed and confused, you looked up, your chest shaking from all the heavy breathing you had been doing. Your hands were grasping at his shirt, damn near begging to have just the tiniest bit more, but the look on his face said it all. Even through the darkness of the corridor.

"What the fuck, dude? I was so close!" You hissed at him. All he did was click his tongue and say:

"That's for later too."

The rest of the tour was dreadful to you. It was long, and hot, and dank while you found your way back to the group. Taika was nonchalantly following just a ways behind you while you consistently traveled in circles or down a corridor and through the next. As if he knew you were getting yourself lost, he eventually stepped in, and lead you back towards the entrance of the fort, where your tour group had huddled together for the last destination and for the tour guide to say goodbye. Oh well, at least you got to take in some historical views.

After one more cramped trolley ride back to the hotel later, you were utterly exhausted, but you knew your night wasn't over yet. Taika still had something planned, and it must have been on the spot this morning too. If he had planned it any further back, he would have blabbed it all out to you by now. You laid on your bed while you could, right on your stomach with your face buried into the pillow, trying to let your heavy eyes fall closed for a second, but the moment you did, you felt a large hand smack you right on the ass.

You flipped over, mad as a hornet when you looked up at Taika. You hadn't heard him come out of the bathroom.

He had dressed himself up in all black. Black button up, tucked into his black pants and pressed firm with a black belt. He looked like one of those pit musicians you'd see when you go to really good musicals with live orchestras.

"Dirty Dancing cosplay, ooor?" you nipped at him and he rolled his eyes.

"Ha ha, you're funny," the sarcasm dripped from him. He then threw a piece of (also black) clothing on. "Put that on."

The reluctance was real, but you followed his orders anyway, grumbling and griping your way through. Turns out it was a dress. A short one, at that, only going down to be just half way down your thighs, but it was comfortable enough. Luckily you had a pair of flats with a slight heel in your bag to pair with it. You had no idea where you were going with him, but you were not about to walk there in heels.

Taika was giving you "the eyes" as you walked out of the bathroom, admittedly messing with the hem of your dress to try and bring it down lower. As a result, came more cleavage that you would have liked, but oh well. At least Taika enjoyed the view.

He took the grocery bags in his hands and in the crook of his arms, and like that, it was time to go.

"We'll be late if we don't rush!" he hurried you. You knew that was just a big fat lie, and he was excited to get to wherever you were going, but you played along for as long as you could.

Taika made you go down the boardwalk again, through flourishes of people while the bags in his arms still jostled from side to side. Eventually, you stopped, just outside of a well lit building, and he took you inside.

He stepped up to a desk, signed something, and set all of the groceries down on the desk. While he did those things, you had a look around. To your left, deeper into the building and with dimmer lighting, there were tables and chairs set up. Almost all of the tables were meant for two, or for four. Before you could investigate further, Taika was back to leading you around, through a few more doors, which opened up to a big ballroom.

A few more people were waiting there, dressed almost in the same fashion as you or even a bit more flamboyantly, and obviously coupled up. Taika wrapped his arm around your waist and made you jolt.

"Care to dance?" he mused quietly and you gulped. You've got to be fucking kidding.

"You're joking," you murmured, but he wasn't, because he took you right over to the group of other couples and started conversing with them while you started to freak out quietly.

Honestly, you had never been the greatest dancer on earth. Sure, you could cut a rug from time to time, but that was in the privacy of your own home or at Taika's place if he happened to pick out a really good song worth dancing to. You knew Taika loved to see you dance, he loved to dance with you most of all, but you both never got into anything fancy.

Now was the time.

Soon, your instructors announced themselves, and the room fell mute while they introduced themselves in their very heavy Spanish accents. You stuck to Taika's side most of the time, even as the mood was set and stone. You would be learning to salsa dance. But what did this have to do with the food? You'd find out later.

To put it simply, things got... touchy. Of course, the one and only Waititi was the one touching you, wrapping his big, strong hands around your hips and making them sway back and forth, but it was personal at some point. His hips were pushed against yours most of the time, and that awakened a more primal sense.

Once the dance had been established, the lavish music and the glow of sweat and cologne heightened your senses, and the lights began to dim or flash with lavish pinks, purples, reds, yellows, and greens. You got lost in the feeling as Taika set his hands on your hips again, his warm palms making your legs ache to feel his skin touch yours. Your back was against his chest while the footwork got complicated. Focused, yet mystical.

All the couples around you, doing the same moves as you, turned to blurry blobs, and your breathing got heavier as the pace of the music piece got faster and faster. Taika's breath drew across your ear, and made you shudder. It nearly knocked you out of focus, because you bumped your hips backwards, and pushed your ass against his hips. Like a chain reaction, you felt his hands squeeze your hips a little more than he was supposed to. So, you bumped your hips back against his again, and suddenly you were whipped around by his hands, and pulled flat against his chest.

The bodies around you still writhed and moved with beauty and grace, then there was you and Taika... in the very middle of the dancefloor while a small hard on pressed against the side of your thigh. He was looking down at you, and through the darkness, just like in the corridor, you could see his expression. It was a look of want. Need.

Before anything could be done, however, the lights flashed back on, and the song had finished. Only you and Taika were out of position. The instructors paid no mind. They just clapped, as well as everyone else. Taika removed his hands from you, but made sure you were close enough to hide the little bump in his pants. You hoped there was nothing other than this, because now you really wanted to get back to the hotel room.

The couples started filing out of the room, back to where the tables and chairs were, and Taika kept you in front of him the entire time, pressed almost a little too closely to him.

"Mr. Waititi," a waitress called to him from the kitchen as you met the front desk again. "Your food has been prepared."

Taika looked at the waitress, then to you. He was debating something. You knew what, but you'd let him figure this out for himself. He was the one with the more visible problem.

"Awesome," Taika sighed, then looked down at you. "Join me for a bite real fast?" He said it through almost gritted teeth. Reluctantly... you agreed.

If it was worth it, that's for you to decide. This place had taken the groceries you bought, fruits and veggies, and made a beautiful dinner with mango kiwi sangria. With the time the lessons had taken, the chefs in the kitchen had made the perfect meal. They had even thrown in a few extra elements like chorizo and perfectly cooked rice dishes. As much as you loved the food, you couldn't forget about the need between your legs. And it was obvious Taika couldnt simply forget about his.

You would watch him squirm in his seat while he sipped on his drink, or you would find him staring at you a little more than usual, and little more intensely with each second. His eyes would gloss over, and his breathing would slow, but he'd snap out of it, only when you said something to him, or a server came out of nowhere to check on both of your meals.

Even if the dinner wasn't as romantic (although more sexually charged than you expected), you still had a fantastic time. As soon as Taika finished his dish, he paid the check and was quick to dash out the door with you at his side. Sure, you managed to have enough time to pack up what was left of your food for later, but that hardly deterred Taika's speed and agility.

The walk back to the hotel room went by faster than you thought. The crowds had started to dwindle, and lights began to dim, because all of the shops and side markets had finally closed down after a long day of work. There was just enough darkness to cover the fact that Taika had his hands all over you. All the way to your room.

The moment you touch the door handle, the frenzy began.

He closed the door with his foot, and with both hands, he grabbed your hips and slammed you against the nearest wall he could find. His lips breathed over yours, whispering dirty praises and hot needs, and his hands reached down to pull up your dress to bunch it around your waist. His hand reached between your thighs, and cupped your wet panties, just over your folds. He started to stroke it, while his lips teased over yours, never kissing you, but needing you.

His strong fingers prodded through the fabric, seeking and searching like he had done with you in the corridor of the filthy base. Filthy actions in filthy places.

You moaned for him, but he seemed busy. He continued to bunch up your dress until your stomach was exposed to him. His parched lips drug themselves down your collarbone, again, avoiding your lips, while your hand shot up into his curly hair.

"Fuck, baby," he muttered, opening his dirty mouth just to use his teeth on you. He bit down on your skin, making a hiss seethe from you through your clenched jaw. "You're so fucking beautiful... making my dick so fucking hard."

You watched him kneel, the position making his pants crumple up, but the bulge in his black pants remained as prominent as ever. His nose brushed over your stomach, and you could feel his tongue prop out softly and hover over the hem of your underwear, just as well as his teeth hooking into them. Your thighs spread on their own, and he started to pull your underwear downwards.

He could see the glisten on your clit and the need drip down your thighs. His tongue poked out again, and you felt it slide across your inner thigh. It crept higher and higher,

He placed sloppy kisses along the soft flesh. The kind of kiss that you could hear. The smack and the pop from the wetness and eagerness to taste more of you and take more of you in. He needed that, and he only got more of it as he neared your core.

"Such a wet fuckin pussy, baby," he groaned and placed his tongue along the lips of your folds. His tongue drug itself along the slit, and dipped in to be right on your aching clit. He swiped his tongue back down, pushing it along your hole. Your legs began to tremble, and he began to dig in like the meal you had gotten at the restaurant only whet his appetite.

He took you seriously this time. The rough pads of his finger nimbly drifting along your hips, tracing every mark, every bump, and every hair, because he wanted to memorize this feeling. He also wanted you to remember these exact moments, when he ate your pussy out on the exotic islands of Puerto Rico.

You gripped his hair so tight, but that only pushed him further into your cunt. His nose swiped along, to add flavor to the sensation. His face, most certainly, would be dripping with you by the end of the night.

How long this went on for? You didn't know. You also didn't know it his goal was to disturb your neighbors, because you got pretty fucking for him at some point. He didn't stop until he was satisfied, and you didn't bother keeping track of how many times you had cum on his tongue. You knew he loved the taste. He loved your taste.

Eventually, you both made it back to the bed for once, after one or two earth shattering orgasms. Thighs shaking, breaths colliding, and tongues twisting. His lips touched yours and your mouth was immediately drenched in your own taste, mixed with his.

He got you out of your dress. You stripped him of his clothes. Skin met skin, and it was an instantaneous bon fire of pure, raw sex.

His hand met your throat and he pushed you against the bed while he sat between your legs, unconsciously rubbing his dick through your folds. His lips were on yours again, and he gave your throat a gentle squeeze from time to time.

"Fuck, Taik, just put it in me," you breathed desperately, and the air grew thick. Your eyes never met his. You just watched the way his hips rolled into you, and took the time to feel his scratchy hair rub against your belly each time. You were addicted.

"You're so soft..." His large hands trailed down your stomach, "I'd rather just play with you and see what would happen if I teased you some more." His snickering and plotting drew a whine from you. It sounded so pitiful, he knew you were on the edge already.

"Aw, pretty girl?" He clicked his tongue in a fake sympathetic way, "You don't like to play games, do you? That's such a shame... I thought fuck dolls loved to be played with."

"Taika," you whined again, and you started to wriggle beneath him.

Taika didn't usually mind it when you wiggled about, but something about tonight, it really pissed him off a small bit.

"You want it?" He hissed. "Fucking fine."

You nearly screamed so loud, the hotel walls would have shook, but he shoved himself in, with hardly any warning, and slapped a hand over your mouth.

"You're such a loudmouth... just shut up and take it," he muttered by your ear, and his hips wasted no time making a fool out of you. While one of his hands stayed over your mouth, the other was planted by your head, almost threateningly, and he gripped the bedsheets. If you had just turned your head a little bit, you would have seen the veins popping on his wrist.

Taika pressed his thumb right on the high of your cheekbone, keeping your mouth clamped shut harder as he lost himself in you. Fuck it, you were gone too. High as a kite as he pummeled you and fucked you up something awful.

He was making your sore already, with the intense clap of his hips that never seemed to slow. He was persistent. He was determined.

You let yourself cum for him way too many times that night, and he knew it. He would watch your eyes roll back, and the way your body would weakly tense each time, like you were recieving an electric shock to the brain. And he kept going. He kept going for a long time.

You just let him use you as the night went on, and the look of satisfaction grew more intensely each time you spilled over. It went on and on and on... until he suddenly just couldn't take it anymore.

"Oh my God," he panted, finally letting you speak out and be more vocal, but he had knocked all the breath from your lungs, so there was nothing you could say. "You're so fucking tight... so fuckin pretty, holy shit."

Taika's head rocked back and his eyes watched the ceiling. Shit. He was starting to give out. Shit, shit, shit.

He hunched back over, his thrusts becoming uneven with the ache of anxiousness and lust. It was a blissful, awful, horrible mix. Taika fucking loved it.

A grunt, a groan, and a brand new hickey to get him through it. He finally gave in, burying his face in the same shoulder he marked you on, kissing, lapping and nipping at your skin, as he came, and filled you up.

His body shook and quivered like an earthquake, and soon he felt much heavier on you. Exhaustion kicked in, and you felt like falling asleep right then and there.

You managed a hand to rub up and down his back, comfortingly, and he would let out the occasional groan in response.

"Do you have any more surprises I should be aware of?" you asked, voice hoarse and very very quiet.

You and Chris arrived ahead of the leaders by a day and a half. You wanted to scope the place out. You gasped as you pulled up.

“I’ve never seen anything like it.” 

Chris was marveling as well.  It was evening, and the place was lit up. It was all stone, almost as if a giant’s child had made a castle out of rocks.  

You entered the lobby and it was huge, like a mountain lodge on steroids. There was a huge fireplace that was taller than Chris and at least 15 feet long. There were also dueling pianos at the lobby bar.

You walked through the lobby to the back and saw the view.  It was breathtaking.  Chris watched you watch the evening sky.  Beautiful. 

In the three months you’d worked with him, he’d fallen head over heels with your intelligence and skill.  This summit would give A Starting Point a chance to present yet another perspective.  

Chris hoped this trip would give you another perspective on him.

After you checked in, you sent your luggage up to your rooms and went to the Sunset Terrace restaurant to grab a bite to eat. It was gorgeous, and you were seated near the ledge, with that beautiful view of the sky. 

The food and wine were amazing and the conversation was always A-1 with Chris. Although you couldn’t mistake his loud laugh, no one bothered him for autographs. This was that kind of swank. 

On the way to your rooms, you were pointed to an old-time, attendant operated elevator, it’s shaft carved into the giant fireplace.  It was small, so with three of you in the elevator, you had to stand close to Chris.  You were uncomfortable; Chris was in heaven.

“Hello. I’m Gladys.  You two here for a special occasion?  Honeymoon, anniversary?” You could tell that Gladys was a spunky little lady.

Chris just chuckled as you corrected her.  

“Oh no, we’re colleagues.  Or this is my boss rather…”

Chris interrupted you.  “Colleagues is correct.”

“This is a business trip.”

Gladys wasn’t going.  “Shame. You two make a cute couple.”

“Oh?”  

Chris was about to engage more as the elevator reached the 6th, and top floor of the historic part of the hotel. You walked out before he could continue.  Chris was never inappropriate, but you felt his vibe at times. 

“Have a nice night!”

“Thank you Gladys!”  You waved as you looked for your room, leaving Chris to tip her.  You needed to relax.

You walked to your room, 645, which was next door to Chris in 647.  Chris looked over at you as you opened your doors, not wanting to end the night with you.

“Let’s meet for breakfast in the morning, Blue Ridge? In the new wing.  We could finalize plans for the summit.”

“Sure Boss.  Of course.”  Chris shook his head at you. “We’re colleagues.  You don’t have to call me Boss.”

You winked at him. “I know, Boss,” then you disappeared into your room. Chris was left feeling 14 years old again.

It was almost 10, but you were pleasantly surprised at your room. It was right at 100 years old, and the room was decorated in appropriate Art Deco furniture and hardwood floors.

There was a big king size bed and in the bathroom a huge claw foot tub.  On the dresser, you were further pleased to find a bottle of wine and some chocolates, with a note from the staff. 

It’s the little things.  

You went to the window and was surprised that you could open it, leaning out as far as you could, looking out over the courtyard, Sunset Terrace, and the fountain.  You looked all around, and when you looked to your left, you saw Chris doing the same. You laughed.

“Well hello. You like your room?”

Chris grinned back at you.  “It’s cool. Very nice.”

“Well, sleep tight Chris.”

“Yeah. Sweet dreams.”  Chris wanted to tell you to dream of him, but, nah.

You left the window open and closed the screen as you took a quick shower and put on your pjs: a tank top and booty shorts.  You pineappled your hair and got in bed with the bottle of wine and chocolates, and posted up on your phone.

There was a message from Chris.

Why don’t we walk together to breakfast.  And we didn’t say what time. What about 8:30?

You groaned, but he was the Boss.

That’s cool. See you then.

Chris didn’t respond. You figured the interaction was over.

“You in bed?”

It popped up 10 minutes later.  He must have been in the shower.  The image of Chris all wet did things to you, but you would never let him know that.

Lol, yes.  I’m going to town on these chocolates. And the wine.

I KNOW? They are delicious.  There are some I don’t like though.

EXACTLY.  There is such a thing as too much chocolate.

Chris groaned when he read that.

I know no such thing.

You laughed at him.

I mean chocolate chocolate.  It’s too rich.  I’ll take a bite, but give me white chocolate all day.

Chris read one that twice.

Oh?

You saw his response and shook your head. Men. 

You stuck your tongue out and snapped a pic.  You sent it to him.  The wine had you loose and you were tired.  Inhibitions were coming off.

Chris looked at you with your hair tied up and glasses on, and thought you looked adorable. He responded in kind.

When you saw the pic Chris sent back, the main things you noticed was his thick tongue sticking out of his mouth and the fact that he didn’t have a shirt on.

Holy shit. You fought to not stick your hands down your panties. It would not do to get off to your Boss in the next room.

You didn’t, you couldn’t respond appropriately.  So after a few minutes, Chris double texted.

Wanna trade?

Your thoughts were scattered, so you had no clue what he was talking about.

Hunh?  Was that meant for me? 

LOL, yes! I want your chocolate cream center.  Do you want my white chocolate bar?

You stared at that one for a long time.

He sent another pic, and you were almost afraid to open it.

Chris was holding up the thin piece of white chocolate in his thick fingers.

“Ohhhhhhhh!” you exclaimed out loud, laughing to yourself.

Sure!

You responded and got ready to go to the door of your room.  You heard a banging on the wooden door by your dresser.

“Open up!”

Chris' voice was muffled through the heavy wood. You laughed, startled.

You hadn’t noticed, but your room was a connector, you unlocked the door, and there stood Chris on the other side, now clad in a t-shirt and grey sweats that hung low on his hips. His tattoos peeked out on either side of his St. Christopher medal.  You imagined that swinging in your face as he...Shit. Life wasn’t fair.

“Nice…”  

Chris smiled at what he thought was a compliment. His face fell when you looked beyond him. 

“Your room is bigger than mine…” 

You looked back at him, hoping you played your thirst off well.

“Yeah, mine is....Big.”  

You didn’t rise to the bait and instead just stood there.  Chris had to keep his eyes from sweeping up and down your form.

His voice was deeper than at dinner.

“Well, are you going to give it to me?”

You gaped at him and then remembered.  You turned and went back to the bedside table to get your box of chocolates.  Chris got an eyeful then and had to say a quick prayer to not get a full on woodie at the sight of your body.

You approached him and held out your box to him. You giggled at the thought.

Chris looked up at you with those pretty blue eyes and picked out the chocolate cream.

“What?”

His eyes twinkled with mischief as he put the candy in his mouth and slowly withdrew his fingers.  You were mesmerized.

“Nothing.” 

You shook your head, and then suddenly patted your head.  You must have looked a mess.

“You look amazing.” Chris read your mind, and your face.  In fact, he had never wanted you more. You were so relaxed.

What Chris had planned to say was, “Do you want me to feed you my white chocolate?” But he just held out his candy to you.  “Take it.”

The crack in his voice got you, and you gingerly picked the candy.  He leaned in the doorway and watched you slowly suck the rectangular piece of chocolate and it was so much better than he imagined.

“Is it good?”

You nodded. “Yes.” 

Chris had to cough to cover a moan. Then he looked around.

Chris’s eyes were searching for something and he lighted on the bottle of wine next to your bed.

“Come have a drink with me.”

You turned your head toward your bottle and Chris checked you out, noticing that your nipples were hard. He had to shoot his shot.

You looked back at him. “Okay.” 

That smile got him every time. You grabbed your wine and walked past him into his room.  

“But I’m not using a glass. Straight from the bottle, Boss.”

When your lips wrapped around the neck of that bottle, Chris made a decision.  He followed you into his room.

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Drinking led to talking, led to flirting, led to Chris admitting that he liked you. He didn’t want to lay it all out there in case you rejected him. He needed you to feel the same.

When he told you that, you leaned in for a kiss, making the first move.  Those lips had been torturing you all night.

The kiss led to you on his lap, and you two grinding into each other through your thin night clothes.  Somehow, you wound up on your knees, naked, staring at his magnificent cock.

“I mean, I knew it was big, just…it’s so pretty…”

You tentatively wrapped your hand around it and looked up at him through your lashes. Chris almost lost it. He imagined his cum dripping down your pretty little hand and he had to pray to remain in control.   

“The things you do to me by just touching me, Beautiful. Shit.”

You sat back on your heels, your body glowing in the light from the courtyard. Chris’s windows were open too. Your hair was out and your glasses off.  It was just you in your birthday suit, small hand pumping Chris’s massive cock.  He may have dreamed of this a time or two.

You leaned forward, tentatively licking his angry red leaking head, and reveled in the sound of Chris moaning at the touch of your tongue.

Encouraged, you smiled and opened your mouth, first holding his head in your mouth and thoroughly wetting it, running your tongue along it to get acquainted.

Chris didn’t want to close his eyes and miss a moment of this, but your hot mouth was heaven. He fisted your hair, gently massaging your scalp, wanting to push you down his length.  But he didn’t, wanting you to feel in control. 

Your moan as you tried to take him all almost took him out.  He felt the vibrations up his spine. Chris flexed his hips up toward your mouth as he imagined cumming down your throat.

You let the spit fall down his shaft as you released him.  You laughed happily as you stroked him.  

“So fucking big. Choke me with it.”  

“Gotdamn.”  This time Chris moved your head down his dick until he was lodged in your throat.  He held you there a minute as you gagged and choked around him.

When he let you up, you smiled again, face ruined. You’d never looked more beautiful. He needed more from you. He let you take control again as you tried to deep throat him on your own.  He watched, transfixed.

“It is big. I bet I’d break your little pussy.”

At that you pulled your mouth off him with a pop.

“Bet not. Boss.” 

You swallowed his dick again, squeezing your throat like a pro. Chris gripped the arms of the chair as his head lolled back and his pelvis bucked up almost involuntarily. What were you doing to him? 

“How do you want it? You wanna make love? Or you wanna fuck? You want it fast or slow? Want protection or do you wanna feel me raw inside you?”

Your eyes met his when he said that. At that moment he knew that you wanted the same things he did.

“I mean, we could do it all,”  you stopped sucking and were just jacking him off, staring at him, hypnotized, as he reached out and thumbed your nipple tenderly, then roughly flicked it. He guessed correctly that you were dripping for him.

Chris looked wrecked and so fucking sexy. He leaned forward and whispered into your ear.

“I could put it in, just the tip, just for a minute and then I’ll take it out and put on a condom. I have to feel you…”  He was so gone.

“Protection is the smart thing to do… right?”

Chris kissed you and your mind was scattered. He stood you up through the kiss, the palm of his hand supporting your chin as his mouth dominated yours.

His other hand was in your leaking folds and your reason was out of the open window. One, then two fingers pumped in and out of you and judging from what was in your hand, he could add one more and still not match his girth.

You wanted what was in your hand. 

Chris reached for his bag for a condom, and you brought his hand back. 

“I do want to feel you. Just for a minute.”

Chris started to smile, caressing your face and nodding. 

“I promise I’ll pull out.”

Anything to be inside you. He hiked your leg up and wrapped it around him as he started swiping his tip along your folds, teasing you with his fat head. You wanted him to ruin you with it.

“Please Chris..” You were panting now. 

“I got you…” 

Chris walked you back to the bed and lay you down, pushing your knees apart with his hands. You pussy lips were glistening. He leaned down and had a taste.

“Shit, baby. I think I need you to come on my face first. So delicious.”

“Fuck, Chris.” 

You splayed your legs wide, reached down and started pulling his hair as he ate you out.  You looked down at him and your eyes connected. You leaned up to watch him and then collapsed on the bed at the sight. 

Chris was licking long swaths up your slit with his thick tongue, stopping at your clit to suck.  It started vibrating, and before you knew it, Chris had you cumming harder than you ever had from oral. Chris buried his mouth in you, lapping it up.

He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and crawled up the bed, dick bouncing as he got nearer. He got on his knees between yours and pulled your pelvis up against his and you could feel his heavy balls as he pushed into you tentatively.

The stretch! 

You didn’t think it would be like this. You didn’t know what you were expecting, but not this. You wanted more.

You or your hands on America’s Ass and pushed, urging him to keep going.

“You okay?”

Your fucked out look made him want to take you apart. But he also felt the need to protect you. Damn, you had his heart, but he had to get you sprung first.

“Fuck me Chris… hard.” 

You looked him in the eye as he slid that thick daddy long stroke inside you.

“Fuck!” 

He closed his eyes and clenched his jaw as he felt your pussy strangle his dick. This is where he belonged. 

“Feels…” he had to shake his head to clear it. He was trying to dickmatize you, but he realized too late that he only succeeded in pussy whipping himself.  

“God you feel so good.” the rumble of his whisper in your ear made your stomach flip and your back ache.

He buried his head in your collarbone as he began to move. The tightness, the glide, the ride. You were all he imagined. And beyond.

You were stunned at the feeling. Chris filled you up like no one else could.

“Fuck… baby. Baby? I want you. I want this pussy to be mine.” 

He stroked until he found that spot that made you light up, and then held you down and made you take it. You didn’t want to respond, but even if you did, you couldn’t.

“I want you to be mine. Do you want to be mine?”

“That’s not fair, Chris…”  You moaned as he swiveled his hips to fuck you even better. 

But the answer was yes. You closed your eyes and bit your lips, remembering that the window was open.

Chris started sucking and kissing down your neck and your collarbone, reaching your breasts and laving your nipples. He suckled them with the perfect pressure to get you to the brink. Your soft moans made him want to fuck you harder. So he did.

“Ok, I guess the condom is irrelevant now, but you probably want me to pull out, hunh.”  His voice in your ear was irresistible.  You didn’t answer.

“I’m gonna just stroke five...no six more times. Then pull out.”  He looked up at your face.

“Count it out.”

“One… two… three… fourfivesix.”  

You couldn’t breathe as you counted because of the anticipation. Your daydream came true as his medal started waving in your face.

You started cumming at four and Chris didn’t pull out, just fucked you through one of the best orgasms in your life.

When you were finished, he pulled out, standing up and panting. His dick was bobbing and weaving as he stood there, chest heaving.

Chris moved for his bag again and you started begging, standing up and stopping him. 

“Please no, just, just pull out and finish that way.  I want to feel you.  Please let me feel you some more Chris.”

Chris grabbed the back of your neck and kissed you. He whispered onto your lips. 

“I’m never gonna stop having you this way.”

You knew what was up.

He turned you around and suddenly you were leaning over the windowsill, being fucked to within an inch of your life.  Your eyes were trained on the couple below you who were looking out at the fountain, and praying that they didn’t turn around and look up.

But you didn’t care, because Chris was spearing into you, circling his hips subtly so that he made sure that his huge cock made contact with each and every nerve ending in your pussy.

You closed your eyes and tried not to make a sound. The window was open and the room was just a few yards away from these people who would be so shocked to know what you were doing.

That knowledge made you even wetter and clench around Chris’s dick. 

He leaned down to whisper in your ear. 

“Fuck, baby. So fucking wet and tight for me. You gonna scream for me? Hunh? Gonna let me hear you?”

You clamped your lips shut and shook your head. Chris chuckled into your ear to hear the squeak in your throat from trying to be quiet. It turned him on even more. 

He dipped his hips to fuck up into you more. He didn’t want to be caught, but trying to make you scream was getting him even harder. He wanted to hear what he was doing to you.

You moved your head down to press upon the vintage wood of the window sill and you started whispering.

“Fuck, Chris… damn, shit that feels too good.”

Your breathy whisper made Chris’s dick swell and pulse inside you. Your oh so quiet noises and the squelch of your wetness as he slapped into you made him want to bust.

“Do you want me to cum inside you? You already begged to feel me. You really want me to pull out?”

You bit your lips and moaned a little at the thought, trying to hold on to the last bits of sensibility in your head. What you were thinking didn’t make sense.

Chris started grunting quietly, sneaking a peak at the people on the terrace but then back down to where your pussy was swallowing his dick when he thrust inside you and stretching to hold him in when he pulled back.

“Fuck! This shit looks so good.”

He looked down again and grunted, a little louder now.

“I could pull out and come on your back? Better yet, your ass….” 

Chris knew damn well he wasn't leaving this pussy before emptying his full load inside you. He just needed you to say it.

“Chris…”

“Wouldn't want to get caught up and cum inside you, now would we?”

“Mmmmmmm fuck!”

“I mean, you might get…” Chris started fucking you harder and faster now,  speeding up towards his goal.

“I…fuck… Chris..” Your whisper was urgent.

He smacked your ass hard, and you looked up at the couple. They didn’t act as if they heard anything.

“Don’t worry about them. Worry about if you’re gonna be addicted to my cock when I’m done with you. What are you going to do then?”

“Ohhhhhh, Shit Chris!”  You started quivering which made him close.

“Fucking hell, are you you trying to make me a daddy?”

“Oh God Chris!”

“Want me to fuck my baby into you?”

Your legs started shaking. 

“Goddamn it. If you’re gonna be mine I’d keep you pregnant and happy. Do you want that?”

Something was beginning to snap inside you.

He grabbed you by the throat and started fucking up into you, the moonlight just a few feet from revealing Chris Evans having his way with you.

His mouth was at your ear now, once hand on your hip to hold you down and one still on your throat. He continued to stuff his fat cock into your tight hole again and again.

“Last chance to choose. Do. You. Want. Me. To. Pull. Out?” His deep velvet whisper was everything. Him punctuating each word with a thrust would be your undoing.

You arched your back and grabbed a handful of his silky hair, pulling hard. You threw your ass back on him.

“Come inside me. Daddy.”

“Fuck yes!”  

Chris slung you into the leather lounge chair and pushed your face into the cushion.

He held your shoulders down as he pounded into you.

You grabbed the cushion and screamed into it, trying to muffle the sound. Chris’s hips snapped into you, punishing your swollen pussy with pleasure.  He marveled as you felt designed for him.

“I will never, ever, ever, ever, use a condom when I’m in this. This is mine.” He whispered, voice forceful, even at such a low volume.

“Is it mine?”  You were drooling into the leather, mind scrambled from what he was doing to you.  Of course it was his. 

He smacked your ass hard.  “I said.  Is. This. Pussy. Mine.” More penis punctuation.

“Yes.”  

Your whisper was soft, so it gave Chris an excuse.  But he heard you, and it made his heart leap. 

“What did you say?”

“Yes, Chris. This pussy is yours. Take it.”

Chris’s rhythm got erratic and sloppy.  You were sloppy, your juices running down your legs.  You were whimpering now, and when you opened your mouth to moan, your throat was sore.

“Oh C-C-Chrisssss.  I’m, I’m….”

“Shit, cum for me baby…”

“I’m cummmmminnnnggg”

“That’s it...ffffuckkkkkk.” 

Chris pumped what felt like gallons of cum into you, and now you were both soaked.

Chris leaned over you, not wanting to leave your warmth, but he slipped out of you to go turn on the shower.

You were trying to stand up and walk gingerly toward the bathroom.  He was right, he had wrecked your pussy.

“Are you alright?”  Chris looked worried.

“No. You broke my box. I hate you.”

Chris’s face fell. You laughed and said, “Look at me.” He turned his pretty blues on you.

“I was joking. I don’t hate you.  In fact....”

Chris couldn’t help but smile, and he kissed you before you finished.

“Me too.”

You two stared at each other a minute until you kissed him and dragged his big ass into the bathroom.  He resisted.  

“That shower is for you, the way these tubs are set up…”

His bathroom was fitted with an awkward shower situation to accommodate the vintage tub.  

You shrugged and got in, and started washing yourself.  Chris watched you through the clear glass and started to get hard again.  When he started stroking himself, you did the same. He got mad.

Soon, Chris was fucking up into you again in the shower. 

“Now when it comes to this pussy. I am the Boss.”

“Yes. Sir.” 

You whimpered, totally satisfied to follow orders. 

For now.

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Good morning I miss you

That’s the text you wake up to from him which makes your heart swoon and ache all at once. Rolling over in your bed you clutch your phone to your chest with a pout. You have an hour before you have to clock in. Hopefully he can talk for a bit.

I miss you. So so so much. When am I going to see you?

Soon. Promise.

And then nothing. That’s how he leaves it. Throughout the first half of your work day, you keep checking for more messages but...nothing. Which bummed you out but at least he sent you a good morning text. It’s been too long since you’ve gotten one of those from him. Chris had already gave you a head’s up about the wonky schedule ahead of this film because he knew the lack of communication would bother you. And at first, you handled it well, swearing that working from home would take up most of your time. For a bit, it really did. After adjusting to the new work environment though, and getting a handle on the workload, you started to think about him even more. Miss him more. Alone way too much. Dating him was always a risk, opting for months without him and when you did have him, time seemed to disrespectfully fly by and then it was time for him to go again. It’s bullshit.

Lunch time rolls around and you’re starving since you didn’t have breakfast this morning. Flipping on Netflix you run Schitt’s Creek as background noise while you figure out what to eat, debating if you should even go back to your office or say fuck it all and vibe out the rest the day. Zoom meetings all morning and two more this afternoon. Fuck all that. David and Moira fighting about “folding in the cheese” you chuckle to yourself as you dig around in your fridge. Enchiladas do sound good right now. Nevermind that. You find a spinach salad and some leftover pasta and sit it on the counter to get your rolling tray from your bedroom. But you can’t find it in its usual spot. Great. Now you’re on a mission to track it down. TV’s so loud it flows throughout the house and you’re giggling your frustration away. TV’s so loud you don’t hear Chris using his key to come through the front door. He promised you...soon. Frowning at the volume of the TV and your sad lunch sitting on the counter, Chris sets out to search for you. Crawling around on the floor of your room, you sweep an overstretched arm under your bed, hoping to knock your tray back towards where it belongs. Silently cursing to yourself,

“Where the fuck...”

All you want to do is pack a damn bowl.

“What are you doing?” Asks Chris sitting on the corner of the bed, checkin out your round ass poking up in the air with a crooked grin. Jerking your arm back, you jump up to your knees with a startled shout.

“Shit! Chris!” You rest a hand over your hammering heart for a second. Talk about a surprise! “What are you doing?!” You launch yourself up off the floor and tackle him onto the bed, so glad to see him but what the fuck is he doing here?

“You asked when. I said soon.” His arms soothe across your back for a hug. “Are you not happy to see me?”

You sit up some to look at his unbelievably pretty face smiling up at you, so happy to see him rocking a full beard when he had left clean shaved.

“Of course! But I thought you would be gone longer.” Those blue eyes dazzling as you cup his cheek.

“Wrapped early. So I decided to drop in.” Abruptly flipping you over so he can straddle you, really look at you. His big baby. He’s seen all your emo texts, all your needy pleas for him to come see you. He was hoping that he would wrap early just so he can come take care of you. It’s been so long since he’s been in Houston he had to do some research. The city changed a lot since he shot Puncture; so many different pockets of clubs and bars throughout the city Chris almost thought you should just take the lead and where to go. Definitely peeped the Astros schedule since he knows you love baseball and haven’t been to a game yet this season. The deeper he dived, the more he knew he had to come to you. Kissing you so hard with a crooked grin, he has another surprise in store.

“Is that your lunch downstairs? On the counter?” He asks as he breaks away. You huff an offended breath.

“Yes, of course. Why?”

Standings off the bed Chris paces to your closet, pulling your weekender bag off the shelf. Yanking it open he starts shuffling through hangers, asking another question.

“Are you done for the day? I’ve got a plan.” Chris slips a sundress off a wire hanger and drops it into the bag. You sit up on your knees your brow furrows.

“Whoa whoa...uh, yeah I mean—wait. What are you doing? Where are we going?”

Chris charges out of the closet with a wild smile, beelining for your dresser, swinging the top drawer open.

“Where’s that real cute bikini I like? The strappy one?” He rummages his hands around ignoring your questions. You plop down with a huff, complying with the secrecy.

“It’s in there.” You give up with a shrug as he triumphantly finds it and rushes back to the closet. “Don’t forget that one flowy crop top.” You call out after him since Chris is determined to pack your bag. Out of sight, all you can hear are hangers sliding over the metal rod and Chris humming to himself before he emerges with your bag.

“Take some time off babe.” He orders dropping it by the foot of the bed. “I’m taking you away.” His soft hand is out, awaiting yours with a big kool-aide smile. How can you argue with that? Softly placing your hand in his you sigh with a witty grin,

“I’ll email my boss then.”

In the car, Chris talks your head off, divulging his secret plan of renting a cute Airbnb in Galveston for the night and the Astros tickets he bought last month. Telling you all about how while shooting, he had to do something to make you happy, that your longing texts had him longing for you. You listen on with a bashful smile, running your thumb over his fat knuckles. You weren’t acting that pitiful. He didn’t have to put you on blast like that.

“So what you think? You pick your favorite spots and we just fuck around for a few days?” Chris offers with a cheerful smile as you nod.

“Yeah that sounds perfect. I already have a few places in mind.”

Chris lightly laughs, “you’re gonna get me fucked up aren’t you?”

Snorting a snicker, you shrug your shoulders, “mmmm I don’t know maybe.” As if he could read your mind. Of course you’re going to get him fucked up, especially at the game. Getting drunk in the nose bleeds is only tradition. Chris cracks up, squeezing your hand in his.

“Just try to take it a little easy on me babe...” he side eyes you knowing the gears are churning up there, plotting and scheming bars and drinks. It’ll be a lot of fun, without a doubt, and you couldn’t wait to take him around town.

“Mmm can’t make any promises on that...” you fall out laughing, shaking your head at him rolling his eyes. As if he doesn’t know you and how you two get when y’all bar hop. Oh it’s gonna get ridiculous.

“Oh God,” Chris groans with a smile, “guess I should be ready.”

Playing as if he isn’t a party animal already you roll your eyes, dismissing him. “You’re more than ready Evans...trust...”

Nothing like riding down the sea wall, looking out on to the beach, waves splashing against the rocks. The sea air blowing into your face as you roll the window down, inhaling deep. Chris strokes your knees with a loving hand and a sweet smile. He couldn’t wait for you to see the place he rented right off the beach. You’re going to love it.

“You surely outdid yourself Evans.” You coo spinning around in the fancy living room of the tiny home. Only one night in a place like this? So fuckin unfair. The bed up in the loft looks directly out to the water. You guys should just move in.

“I knew you would love it.” He drops the bags on the floor and watches you be mesmerized by the place. “Too nice to leave right?”

“Yeah...” you faintly sigh as you fully turn to check the place once more. You didn’t expect this whatsoever, such a romantic as fuck place to defile. Y’all got some time to kill. Facing Chris, you see he shares the same idea already, crystal blue eyes burning with lust. Your smile curls. Nodding at you with a smirk he commands in a soft groan,

“Take your fuckin clothes off.”

You tilt your head to the side with a frown and fold your hands behind your back. “What’s the magic word?”

That smile of his is absolutely devilish as he takes a step towards you, unbuttoning his flannel shirt until he’s fully exposed. “Now.” He rips the sleeves off his swole arms and tosses it to the side, keeping a heavy focus on you undoing your jeans.

“Mmm...?” Sliding your jeans down your warm legs you shake your head, “that doesn’t sound right...” Licking your lips at him you kick your jeans away and start to slowly pull your shirt up over your stomach.

“Because it’s new.” Approaching Chris yanks your waist into his and impatiently snatches your shirt off. “So be good and do as I say.” He smirks dipping his head down to tempt you with a kiss. Just lingers over your panting mouth as his free hand slips over your hot trimmed mound. Chris chuckles at your clipped gasps but refuses to make contact with your lying in wait lips. A needy whimper slipping from your tight throat hits his sick smile. His long thick middle fingers slides up and down your soaked slit. Watching you through his lashes fall apart in his grip.

“Gonna be a good girl for me, right?” His hushed words gently hit your lips parting more, begging for him to put you out of your misery. Only one way to get what you want.

“Yes.” Your head bobs back as you confirm your compliance. “Yes sir I promise.” You whisper up to the ceiling, your lungs swelling as your pussy gushes.

Groaning, his smile lengthens, so satisfied with how wet your folds are. So warm and squishy he missed your pussy. Miss how drunk and dazed you are under his control. He could do this for hours but patience. He’s got plans. A sad sigh falls off your pouty lips when he withdraws his hand just for him to place it on your stretched tongue. Gradually closing your mouth around his finger covered in your wetness, bashfully batting those lashes up at him as you suck your taste off his soft skin. His jaw drops with a desperate sigh.

“Yeah that’s it.” He moans and gulps, mesmerized with how you’re suckin on his finger slowly but so fuckin hard. His cock throbs, dying for your hot mouth to drool over its veins and ridges. Chris was looking forward to banging you out right quick but with the way your soft glossy eyes peer deep into his while sucking his finger clean, his mind changed. Snatching his hand free, Chris shoves you down by the shoulder. “Fuck, get on your knees baby. Suck my dick...shit.”

Your hands furiously pull his raging hot cock out and shove him so deep so swiftly down your open throat Chris damn near buckles with a throaty moan. Latching and yanking onto your hair to halt you so he can regain his composure. His vision a little fuzzy.

“Jesus—fuck!” he huffs, shaking his vision clear. “Slow...” His dick throbs deep in your esophagus as Chris trains you on your speed. Rolling his head back with a pleased sigh, he smiles at how quickly you learn. “God yes babe. Don’t stop.”

He keeps control over your bobs by the back of your head as you drool and gag around him. Each time your throat would contract around his throbbing girth Chris would moan so hard, stalling to drive himself crazy. He can’t get enough of how you swallow him whole no matter how much you struggle. Always putting in the work. Drool dripping from your swollen lips. So fuckin sloppy. So fuckin sexy. The afternoon sun warming your brown sugar skin. It’s been so long since your perfect mouth’s been on his body he’s gonna bust at any minute. Rolling his head back round to watch you choke, Chris affectionately strokes your cheek with his free hand. His thumb wiping your tears away. Panting, softly cursing to himself because damn, he bites back a sadistic smile meeting your wide happy eyes. His cock so perfectly fat between your pretty lips, tongue swirling around his veiny shaft.

“Fuck you look so good.” His breath is shaky as his round fingertips grip your jawline. “Didya miss my dick down your throat?”

You nod, mouth still full. Chris sighs, gripping your jaw even tighter. He’s so close you can almost taste it, gradually drawing him in and out with your strong sucks. A low growl rumbles in his chest. How in the fuck do you do that...

“Shiiii...want me to coat your tastebuds baby? Yeah?”

Somehow you still manage to smile around his burning skin, nodding too eagerly it slips him further down so you gag just a little and that triggers his orgasm. Yanking you back so he can slip out, Chris drops his jaw with a needy, oh fuck, as you gasp for air, hanging your tongue out so you can catch his load. Joints tired and aching you hold your position so Chris can shoot his load all over your swollen lips and tongue. Licking and swallowing it all with a pleased grin. Breathing and blinking all hard Chris gulps his groans back down as his orgasm comes to a close.

Wiping your mouth clean you hum, “damn Ev.” Obviously it’s been too long; the amount of cum sliding down your throat was a little alarming. Fixing himself with one hand, Chris uses the other to help you off your knees then smashes his pretty lips down on you. Both of you still fighting to regain normal breaths behind conjoined lips.

“Swear you’re too fuckin good...” he pants with a smile once he’s done kissing you so hard he left you tingling. “I got something for you later...but first, let’s go out.”

You love the warm gulf coast air, and Chris’s warm smile that can’t stop beaming down at you while you guys sit in Galveston Island brewery. Slamming back beers and laughing while playing random board games of his choosing. Having the time of his life you have to admire that sunny disposition, cradling your cheek in the palm of your hand as he rambles on, shaking dice in his heavy hand. Whenever you guys play anything, you usually sit back and watch him play; in other words, you let him win. With two competitive hot heads, it’s the best decision but he hates it which just makes you laugh. It’s better than ridiculous arguing and being annoyed with his pretty smug face. Chuckling to yourself you peep Chris glaring at you with a silly grin. God you missed doing stuff like this with him.

“What are you staring at dork?” The dice scatter across the Trouble board.

Sighing heavily you shrug a shoulder. “You.”

Instead of moving his piece across the number of spaces, he reaches over and pinches your cheek with a flirty wink. It only makes you swoon even harder. God you are absolutely crazy about him.

“Feelin those beers huh...” Chris lightly taps where he’s just pinched with a lighthearted laugh. Rolling your eyes you smack his hand away. He couldn’t let you have this moment. Maybe he’s the one feeling the beers.

“Play already since you wanna be an ass.”

“You’re just mad you’re losing and trying to distract me with your cuteness.” His grin is long and smug as he makes his move. You didn’t care he was winning. You were just happy to be in his presence. You’re glass is empty and his is close. Grabbing them both you get up to head to the bar.

“Yeah, yeah. I’m getting the next round.” You fuss with a smirk, bumping his arm with your hip as you pass by.

“But it’s your turn.” He calls out after you with a whine.

You turn to face him and bite back a smile. “Doesn’t matter. You’re winning remember?”

After many beers, you and Chris walk arm in arm along the sea wall after the sun sets, listening to a playlist off your Spotify. You rest your tipsy head on his thick arm with a labored sigh, feeling the buzz in your lips and cheeks. Chris smiles at the small squeeze you give him. No conversation necessary, the music carries you two along this sweet little walkabout. It’s been a good day...and still, you guys have so much more to do. Chris takes his arm out of your hold and wraps it strongly around your shoulders. Looking up to see a swelling grin on his bearded cheeks. Damn him for being so fuckin pretty. He sweetly pecks the bridge of your nose.

When you guys get back to the Airbnb still tipsy, things go from sugar sweet to outright nasty. Chris quickly yanks your clothes off at the door and scoops you up onto the kitchen counter. Falling to his knees as if he’s about to pray but instead he’s pushing your legs open...licking his drooling lips, batting those curly lashes up at you as his mouth falls open. You hum to yourself, teeth digging into your bottom lip. His first lick is mind numbing. Your nerves tremble in delight. It was a long ass night with Chris, so long you guys barely slept for couple of hours before he was waking up saying it’s time to go.

“We can sleep back at your place.”

Where the fuck did the time go? Your muscles ache and throb on the drive back. Chris gently holds your hand on his lap as you fall in and out of sleep. His touch is so damn comforting. Once you get back to your house, y’all fall into a restorative coma deep into the night, waking up so confused when you realize the house is so dark. Sitting up in the bed you wake up Chris who’s also just as confused.

“Holy shit what time is it?”

That’s why you’re up. You’re searching for your phone to find out the time. Groggily patting the covers around until you find its hard body between you and Chris.

“Oh fuck. It’s like 11:45.” You groan palming your forehead. “I wanted to take you to this DJ set at the Continental Club ugh.” You feel so disoriented you don’t know if you can even make that dance party anymore. But you were really looking forward to taking Chris to this dance party you saw on Instagram. Too tired but damn you really want to go. He hops up out of the bed, startling your tired body alert. How is he suddenly so awake?

“Let’s go. We have time. Besides I’m starving.” He goes to flip on the light. You shade yourself from the sudden harsh brightness.

“Ugh. Chris,” you whine still giving your eyes time to adjust, “I’m so tired.” You yawn then pout, wishing your limbs felt strong enough to move like his. He’s in the closet picking out a shirt.

“I know you wanna go.” He speaks matter of factly as he walks out, buttoning up a dark denim shirt. “So come on big baby.” Chris lifts your limp limbs and pulls you out of the bed whining and complaining about how tired you are. You felt useless, drained, but Chris was hyping you up, trying to lift your spirits so that by the time you guys parked off Main, you felt the energy tunneling through your body. His enthusiastic smile didn’t help either. Double fisting beers and mixed drinks, the two of you dance and laugh over the music. Holding each other, grinding up on each other when the music compels you to. You’re glad he made you go out tonight it was way too much fun.

“What’s that smell?” Chris frowns, nose high up in the air, trying to point out where it’s coming from. You laugh up at him smelling the savory fragrance of steak grilling in the other part of the bar.

“Tacoooooos!!” You cheer up at it before dragging him to the other room where some guy’s making tacos and burritos for mad cheap. Chris’s hand slams over his big chest at the sight of meat sizzling, the smell of onions and spices making his heart skip a beat.

“Oh...oh my god,” he squeezes your hand, “I want like twenty of them.”

You guys were so hungry you do order about ten of them and walk back to the car, drunkenly stuffing your faces and wiping each other’s faces clean with muffled giggles. Mouths so full. Riding this silly buzz all the way home where you guys shower together, sensually washing each other’s backs as alcohol still dances around in your blood steams. Still softly laughing y’all are that tipsy. Holding on to each other with goofy smiles, letting the hot water rinse your conjoined bodies. Tilting your chin up by his knuckle, Chris carefully steals your lips as the water falls over your milk chocolate and his creamy skin. You fall into how sweet and sensual his lips move with yours...and he kisses you like that all the way to your bed and into your sleep, leading you into dreaming about him all night. So when you wake up to him so closely snuggled up behind you, you back your ass up on his morning wood, begging for him to wake up and take care of what he started last night in the shower. After a while, Chris starts to stir with a sleepy moan, his hips grinding back into your ass cheeks. A sturdy hand grabbing ahold of your hip.

“Okay, okay baby...” grumbles a tired but aroused Chris, pulling your leg back over his so he can slide his cock into you with ease. It’s a quickie at best, both of you so sensitive and turned on y’all both bust so fast. Which is fine because y’all are on a tight schedule today.

“Please don’t embarrass me.” You plead outside the bathroom door, waiting for Chris to finish up getting ready. You had seen videos of Astros fans getting into it with the opposing team’s fans before. So you’re hoping Chris won’t go too crazy on the Sox gear. Please just wear a hat and call it. You sport your favorite Astro’s tank, anxiously biting your lip. You didn’t want drama. But people probably won’t fuck with him, right? The door swings open and he emerges in an Astros t-shirt but rockin his favorite Sox hat.

“Relax. I’ll be good.” His big hand pats down on your head. “Promise.”

But the more Chris put beers in his system, the rowdier he got. Thank god you guys were in the cheap seats. That was the whole point of the tradition anyway: to get dumb as you want without pissing anyone off. You and Chris go beer for beer, tossing peanut shells on to the ground all while chanting and cheering along with everyone in Minute Maid Park. Men who are passionate about sports are hilarious. You can’t help but laugh at Chris who is having an absolute grand time and you didn’t even know he was into baseball like that. You sit back with your elbow on the arm rest, observing him act a complete dork. Cracking up laughing when he sees your mused smirk. Chris lunges at you to snatch a kiss.

“You’re a little drunk Mr. Evans.” You hum into his pouty bottom lip briefly shaking your head. “It’s only the bottom of the fifth.”

“I’m having fun.” He corrects you as he pulls away, pulling his cap off to rest it on your head with a proud smile. “Yeah that’s hot. You look hot in my hat.”

Rolling your eyes with an annoyed smirk, you adjust it to sit correctly on your hair. “Oh yeah? This doing somethin for ya?” You flicker a head nod and a wink at him staring at you with this hungry smirk.

“Oh hell yes. Keep it on.”

It was a low scoring game; Astros losing by one with someone on third ready to run home at the bottom of the ninth. A bit of a disappointment but all in all, still a fun game. You and Chris stumble back to your car in the mob of people exiting the stadium. His heavy arm draped around your shoulders, you hold on to him by his waist. You both fall into the front seats with tired sighs.

“Ugh traffic is going to be a shit show.” You groan to yourself, looking at the rows of cars trying to get out of the lot. “Might as well wait it out.”

“That might be a good idea. I feel like neither of us should drive right now.” Chris rubs at his full belly that still ripples over his tight abs. He turns to look at you looking out the window, watching the cars and daydreaming, still in Boston hat and it reminds him how hot you look in it. Especially with your cute ass profile. Chris thinks you look even prettier in his hat. Your brown skin glistening from the Houston heat and humidity. He daintily grazes his fingertips up your damp thigh. The nerves in your thigh jump under his tender touch. You slowly turn your chin to him and meet his sexy glare.

“Hey.” He sighs heavily, resting his disheveled hair on the headrest. Lookin all soft and deadly. “You’re lookin real good over there.”

Your eyes flicker down to his hand still journeying up towards your crotch. Stifling back a smile, you murmur, “so are you hun...you tryna start something?”

Leaning into close the space between your curious mouths Chris mutters back, “oh yeah...and I’m gonna finish it too,” as his fingers work the button of your jeans, beckoning you to come closer with his bearded chin. So you obey, smiling hard when you hear the zipper of your shorts rip open.

“I guess we have the time.” You barely kiss him, then lick at his parting lips.

“Oh we have plenty of time.” First Chris nuzzles his nose against yours and brushes the edge of his lips near yours. “Backseat.” He orders, popping you on your bare thigh as you do your best to crawl over the arm rest. Chris opening his pants before he follows, pulling your shorts off once he’s situated over you. “Leave the hat on,” is his next instruction. Your shorts on the floor. His dick out. Chris can’t stop smiling, stroking himself as he dips his hips down into position. You can’t help but smile back, gasping as his fat head pushes your folds open, stretching you open.

“Oh shit. Oh fuck.” You huff, your walls flood as Chris inches his way in. Gasping each time slips in deeper between your textured walls. So insane how amazing he felt inside of you, filling your tight pussy so perfectly.

“Mmm baby. I can’t get enough. I can’t...” Chris slowly rolls his hips with a load moan. The small of your back arches of the seat with a drop of your jaw. The head of his amazing dick rolling over one of your sweet spots.

“Aw fuck Chris. Don’t stop!” A shudder rips over your shoulders as you cry out. Maybe it was all the beer sloshing around in your brain but it seemed like Chris was taking his sweet time fucking you. Biting and sucking at your neck, moaning and hissing each time he bottoms out in your dripping hole. Cars honking around you getting it in the backseat of your car. Not giving a fuck if anyone was to walk by and see this man’s muscular ass flexing, digging you out with smooth strokes. Your soaked walls hug into him so tightly he doesn’t know if his body will let him hold out any longer. A hand gripping the back of his shirt, the other gripping onto his soft auburn hair, you whimper his name in his ear as you hold on for dear life.

“My pussy.” Chris pants picking up his stroke and all you can do hold on even tighter. He’s barely here, losing himself in how your dripping down his dick, completely soaked but he doesn’t stop. Not with the way your pussy walls suction on to every inch of his fat cock. “Fuck I’m so close. You gonna cum with me baby?”

You whine a pathetic yes, feeling such an intense orgasm creeping on with each deliberate smack Chris lands on your weeping slit. So determined to make you make a mess all over your seats. He loves when you squirt all over him.

“Whose pussy is it hm?” He growls lowly in your ear, breaths shaky because he’s so close. And so are you. He can hear it in your high pitched moans, pulling on his hair a bit.

“Fuck. It’s yours. Chris. Oh my god. Oh my—oh!” You muffle back an orgasmic squeal into his shoulder as your walls ripple all around his cock spurting his load all over them.

“Oh god babe! Fuck!” Chris chokes pulling out to finish on your stomach, quickly looking out the windows to see what’s going on around y’all. Face all frowned up he strokes the rest out on to you, fascinated with how absolutely wet his dick is in his hand. “Damn.” He sighs, entirely spent, wiping the sweat off his forehead. “It’s hot as fuck.”

Sitting up Chris goes for a napkin out of your middle console to help with clean up.

“Welcome to Houston.” You announce with a tired smile, still trying to regain your senses after that climax. “Fuckin in the car in the middle of summer isn’t for the faint of heart.”

“Yeah no shit.” Chris scoffs a laugh as he cleans you up. “Let’s get home so I can fuck you somewhere more comfortable...with AC.”

Instead of climbing your worn out bodies back over the over seat, you both get out through the passenger doors to discover the parking lot mostly empty. Everyone gone to their next destination. Worn and sticky you and Chris head on home to spend the rest of the night doing whatever the fuck y’all wanted. The past couple of days with him were perfect, the best surprise to break up the mundane days you had been spending without him. Thank God he could read between the lines of your texts. And thank god he felt motivated to come to you. There’s still so much you want to show him, so many more of your favorite places you had to take him to.

“What should we do tomorrow?” He asks holding you so close to his warm body later after you guys shower and sober up a little bit. It’s been such a long day you guys could barely keep your eyes open. The question stirs up so many different ideas you’re too tired to even worry about it. It didn’t matter, as long as he was here with you.

“Whatever we want.” You yawn, snuggling closer in his hairy chest. “I just wanna be with you.”

Chris grins lovingly against your hair, allowing sleep to take over his body. You feel so good pressed into him he can’t help it. He could hold you like this forever.

You sigh so hard into the phone. “Damn, I don’t know Trish. Just seems a little...wrong to go anywhere right now.”

“Well, hell, go when you feel comfortable then boo. But you guys HAVE to go there. HAVE TO.”

You laugh at her shouting pleads. “Okay, okay Trish I hear you and I can’t lie...I am fuckin here for it.”

“I’m telling you...fuckin magical bitch.”

Biting down on your mischievous smile, you start to wonder if Taika would even be down for a resort like the one Trish and her boyfriend went to. Would he be weird about it? Do you really have to tell him? You’re really bouncing the idea around, so ready to pitch a trip to him when he comes home to you.

“Alright girl. Send me the info. I’ll see what I can do.”

You hang up with her cheering, tapping away at her screen to send you all the booking info. Plopping down on your sofa, you begin to fall into a deep daydream, envisioning you and Taika lounging out on a scenic balcony, lazily making out under the Bali sun. You heave a huge sigh, nibbling on your nail as you shift around in your seat getting all excited. Part of you wanted to tell him the catch to the resort. The surprise would be so much more satisfying to be honest. A devilish smirk creeps over your lips. Ugh this trip has full potential of being amazing. So eager to talk to him about it you couldn’t wait for him to come home. All that guilt subsiding as you spiral.

You damn near pounce on Taika the moment he walks through your front door, smothering him with kisses and a thousand I miss you’s. You’d been dreaming about the trip every single night since you talked to Trish. Taika takes your lips with a pleasant sigh, so happy to see you after being away so long. Loves that you taste so good. He always misses your taste.

“Hello darling.” He muffles into your full puckered lips wedged between his then curvy ones.

You smile into his warm mouth. “Hiiiii. I missed you.”

Taika’s holding on to the small of your back, getting so turned by you slipping your tongue over his dancing around. All the dreams had you really anticipating his touch. Grinding your hips against his you press him back into the front door.

“Shit.” He swallows your lips with a soft laugh, amazed your pushing up on him so soon. What’s gotten into you? “I really missed you too. Mmm...” his big hand rubs down the curvature of your ass with firm grip. “We can take this to the bedroom babe...”

Your hand slips into the waist of his trousers, grasping his rock hard cock. God you missed how hot and textured he felt in your palm, fingers softly wrapping around his girth. Taika coughs, clearing his throat with a sly smirk as he starts walking you to the bedroom. You keeping a hand on his dick. Him keeping his hand on your ass. Lips still attached. You couldn’t help it. The moment you smelled his cologne you felt enraptured by the thought of him stroking your hot wet pussy. It’s really been a way too long. Unbuttoning his pants, you nibble down on his lip as your folds moisten between your hot thighs.

“You must’ve really missed me.” Taika chuckles pushing your pajama shorts down your hips, smoothing both hands over your smooth ass cheeks in the process. Fingertips barely bracing your slippery folds.

Draping a loose arm over his broad shoulders, you softly whimper, “I’ve been dreaming about you every night Taika...” a gentle moan breaks from your parted lips as he dips a thick fingertip inside you.

Backing you into the bed, you both swiftly fall into the fluffy bedding, pants and shorts on the floor. He still works your dripping wet hole as you squirm and pant beneath him. Kissing the corners of your lips with a sweet nuzzle, Taika whispers lowly,

“Yeah? What about?” His fingers sink deeper between your textured walls flinching your back off the soft bed. His genial strokes procuring so much wetness from your slit it all falls down into his rough palm. Maybe it’s just because it’s been so long but fuck he feels damn good playing inside of you, twirling and curling his fingers all around. Grinning down at you with a smitten smirk. Taika thinks you’re the prettiest little thing when you’re gazing up at him with those big pitiful glossy eyes. Leading a trail of dainty pecks down the length of your throat, Taika giggles at your orgasmic whimpers, the way your pretty brown skin trembles as you inch closer to letting it all go for him.

“You.” Closing your eyes you sigh. “Me.” A circle of your clit has you moaning. “Exotic beach.”

Taika smiles against your wet prickled skin where he’s just licked, so satisfied that you’re about to cum already. “A trip. Is that what my girl wants?”

Gracing your sensitive g-spot so tenderly, Taika continues to circle your fat throbbing clit with his thumb. You cry out so loudly as your climax comes on full force.

“Oh my god Taika! Yes!” You affirm his question and your orgasm with a shout, squirting all over his big hand while he kisses and snickers along the shell of your ear. Huffing, catching your breath, you chuckle along with him feeling that sweet relief after such a worthy orgasm. Working yourself up for weeks it was just what you needed. And fuck you missed the shit out of him. Taika removes his hand as he lies beside you on the bed, sticking his cum soaked fingers in between his silly curvy lips. You love to see it.

“Welcome home handsome.” You sigh with a sweet smile once you recover, cupping his scruffy cheek.

“Good to be home pretty. C‘mere.”

You guys meet in the middle, necks stretching for another loving kiss just so you can taste your cum from your favorite person. Taika can’t stop grinning he’s so happy to come home to you. No matter how exhausted he felt, he was never too tired to get you off. Humming a low groan he departs from you adoringly peering down at you with those pretty big brown eyes.

He reiterates. “A trip.”

You nod eagerly into the bedding, biting back the same sly smirk you’ve been rockin since talking to your girl.

“Mmhmm.” You hum sit up on your elbows to be closer to him. “Do you think you have the time?”

“For you babe...I’ll make the time.” Before he gets up, Taika lands a cute little peck on your clammy forehead. “I’m guessing you have a place in mind?” He calls out from other room.

Boy do you. You reach for your panties off the floor and slip them back on so you can sit Indian style on the bed, waiting for him to come back to the room with his bags.

“Uh yeah! Trish was telling me about some spot and her new boy toy stayed in Bali and it surely does sound promising!”

Taika re-enters, still smiling but now nodding, dropping his stuff in front of the dresser. Hearing your words, he starts to imagine you in Bali, naked under one of his silky kimonos, sprawled out on an extra large king sized bed in complete bliss. A trip with you anywhere would be amazing but to see you on a beach in Indonesia, all golden and happy? Fuckin the shit out of you in a sick suite? Now that’s a worthy vacation. Fuck the next project. He’s got to take advantage of this. What’s the point of unpacking?

Looking back at you sitting all perked up and bright he asks, “Bali?”

“Bali Tai...” you seductively purr, heart racing because that look on his face, that mischievous smile, tells you that you’re about to get your yes. Wiggling your eyebrows with a toothy smile. He loves to see you all happy and excited so how can he say no.

“Alright. Book it.” Standing, he shrugs a shoulder, so thrilled to see you thrilled.

“Really?!” You clap with glee.

Strutting over to you, Taika pulls out his wallet and tosses it down into your lap. “Oh yes pretty.” He tilts your chin up by the tip of his index finger, “I’ll help you pack.”

Not even two days later, you and Taika arrive in Bali, shaded, falling in love with all the plush greenery surrounding you as the taxi takes you to the resort. He never asked any questions about where or how much but he did make sure all of his favorite lingerie was in your suitcase. Too bad they won’t be necessary where you guys are going. The shutter of your camera obsessively clicks, snapping pics of Taika making goofy faces and the island. Already catching the vibes you guys felt so serene and relaxed, totally unbothered with the three hour drive to the resort. If anything, the ride offered up enough time to do his favorite thing in the world: NAP. Scooping you up into his arms, Taika rests his cheek atop of your head while you drift off gazing out at the water. When the car stops, you guys wake up to see the entrance.

“Au Natural?” Taika grumbles at the sign, rubbing his sleepy eyes with the back of his hand. “...where are we exactly?” But you just smile, take his hand and lead him inside to check in. With the resort already being so private and secluded, you thought it’d be even better to reserve a bungalow. You guys are bound to get a little rowdy let’s be real. Everything’s so beautiful and quiet, the staff welcoming you all with warm smiles as they break down the room and amenities Taika paid for. Black sand beach. Snorkeling. Tours of the island. It’s not until they explain that by the two pools on the property are “nudity only” that he realizes where you’ve taken him. Snapping his neck to look down at you with wide startled eyes. You have to snap a picture.

“Surprise...?” You shrug with a twitching smile as you follow the guy carrying your bags to your assigned bungalow. Mostly running away from Taika who is swinging to pop you on the behind for keeping this secret from him.

“Why you little...” he snickers finally landing a good smack causing you to yelp a little too loud. Snatching you into his strong arms he mumbles in your ear, “you know you could have just told me...”

“Yeah but what’s the fun in that?!” You giggle delivering a chaste kiss along his scruffy jawline and he pops you again. The spanks are just to get you all riled up and that’s absolutely fine because the moment you guys get settled in...y’all were going to move some furniture around.

Or so you thought. The bed’s so comfy as soon as you guys hit the sheets it’s light out for a few hours. Cuddled up in his curls and scent it was the best nap you had in a minute. Taika always provided a level of comfort that you missed so much when he was away. Some nights you stayed up because without his warmth, sleep seemed impossible. Coming to, you see the sun is beginning to set over the water. Wow. You couldn’t help but smile at the view. This is exactly a moment you dreamt about.

“Hey b,” you whisper in Taika’s curls, petting them gently to wake him so he can witness this moment. “Taika, babe, wake up.”

Nuzzling closer to your tits he always use as pillows, he grumbles and groans awake, sighing deeply once he sees the view.

“Shit. That’s beautiful.” He holds you even tighter. “This was a good idea babe.”

Happy to hear him say that you grin softly to yourself and nestle your nose into his bountiful curls. It’s your favorite sign of offection; always making Taika laugh quietly to himself. It’s one of the reasons why he’ll never change shampoos.

“We should probably eat something.” You mention resting your cheek on his head, holding onto him.

“In a bit. Let’s stay like this a little longer.”

So you two quietly held onto each other until all the colors disappear into the water. Enjoying the peacefulness, the sounds of your breaths...until stomachs started to churn.

“Do you think we can get room service?” Taika asks looking down at a menu while you walk out on to the porch of the bungalow.

“I hope so. I don’t know if I wanna leave the room right now.” The view is absolutely stunning you’d rather snuggle up on Taiks and eat. “Pull your strings Mr. Waititi.” You tease, winking at him over your shoulder as you lean against the door. He’s already got the phone in hand with a smirk.

“Way ahead of you babe—Hello? Yes, this is Taika Waititi...”

You turn back to the view with a snicker and get back to losing yourself in the warm breeze, the stars starting to shine above. This is what you needed and you’re so glad you got to do it with him. Your favorite who’s off the phone and wrapping his warm hairy arms around your waist. Dipping his scruffy shin into your neck, you turn your chin towards him with a smile.

“You look so gorgeous hun.” His soft deep voice accelerates your heartbeat. Your skin burning up against his. His prickly beard scratches behind your ear. “I missed you so much. Missed the way you taste...”

Your smile lengthens with a chuckle, noticing where he’s going with this. Taika detaches his hands from in front of you and soothes them up and down your thighs as he gently tongues and sucks at your spot on your neck. Dragging his teeth down the curve of your throat.

“Mmm Taika...” you sigh licking your happy lips, fighting back a whimper as he continues to lick and kiss his way down to your shoulder. Panting, you roll your head over more to expose more skin to him. His nimble tongue and curvy lips distracting you from his hands undoing your shorts. Skin goose bumped and burning Taika’s turning you on so much just from his precious mouth.

“This won’t take long,” he groans in your ear as he slips a tender thick hand into your damp panties. “Promise.”

In unison, you and Taika sigh heavily from his touch on your sensitive clit. A foot lift off the ground as you damn near melt into him.

“Fuckin fuck...” you choke, grabbing ahold of his wrist as Taika reaches even further between your wet folds.

“Mmm so fuckin wet.” he faintly hisses, “I want you this wet the whole trip.”

Your knees buckle. You wince as your walls convulse around his three fat fingers inside you. Fuck you missed that shit. Feeling his tendons and muscles flex in your grip somehow turns you on even more. Hushed whimpers and moans falling from your parted lips. This is exactly the energy you signed up for.

“What do you say hm?” He slams his fingers inside you, asking for your answer. You moan out squirting a little.

You pant out, “Yessir.”

“Good.” He smirks, raking his teeth across his bottom lip.

Retracting his soiled fingers, Taika turns you to face him and starts to yank your shorts and panties off with a hungry smile, gazing up your heaving chest. Closing your eyes you rest your head back on the door, swallowing a moan feeling his hot breath on your bare mound.

Barely kissing you there he says, “I need a snack.” Those big brown eyes watching your body rise as he slowly sticks out his tongue, curving it against your trembling folds. Spreading your legs apart, your back slips down a little with a throaty moan. Already falling apart and the fun’s barely began. But you know what you’re in for with him and that strategic tongue of his. His hand creeps up your front to grab ahold of one of your nipples and with his second lap, he twists and pinches it. Your body slightly convulsing with a cry.

“Taika! Shit!” You buck your hips into his wide open mouth. His tongue dipping inside your hole to coat his tastebuds with your wetness. But he doesn’t want you to stop riding his face. Tossing a leg over his broad shoulder, he slaps a big hand onto your ass cheek to keep you rockin back and forth. You can’t help but fist his hair, moaning and groaning like you’re dying. You could be; your head’s all fuzzy and you can’t catch your breath. He’s twirling his tongue all around your clit before he swipes the tip back down to dive deep into your flooded walls. Your climax is approaching fast although you wanted to hold out longer. It’s just not possible with Taika. His eyes smile in agreement. Swapping out his tongue for his index finger, he reveals his messy face with a proud smile. Telling your orgasm to come hither with each curl of his finger tip.

“There’s my pretty girl.” He purrs with a curly smile, pressing a sloppy kiss into your shaky thigh. “Ready to cum all over your favorite?”

Whimpering behind a bitten lip you nod urgently because either way, she’s about to betray you. His wide thumb print goes round-n-round your fat bud and you want to cry it feels so amazing. Interchanging between wide long licks and slow broad circles. That’s it. You tap out. He’s utterly pleased.

“Oh my god. Oh my god. What the fuck.” You huff uncontrollably, almost blacking out as your legs shake. Taika continues to kiss your thighs with a grin, stifling back giggles removing his drenched hand. Shaking his head he praises,

“You’re so fuckin sexy when you cum like that.”

You wipe his chin with a tired chuckle, swiping your thumb over his thin lips. “You’re so fuckin sexy when you look a mess like this.”

Just then there’s a knock at the door. Food must be here. Taika rises to his feet with the happiest smile then snatches your lips between his so you can taste yourself. Humming he breaks the kiss to go for the door.

“Just in time.”

You guys spent the rest of the night munching and cuddling, laughing and talking about whatever while listening to music. In the midst of all that sweet shit, Taika would make you cum over and over until you were pleading for a break. Him snickering every time he has to withdraw from your exhausted body. Eventually Taika takes it easy on you and swoops your weak limbs into his loving embrace. Passing out while watching some random foreign movie he got completely wrapped up in. Only to wake you up in the middle of the night with a sleepy,

“Love...wake up...”

Poking you from behind with his hard on. Turning your head with a smile you sleepily search for his lips. You guys fuck until the sun light washes over your writhing naked bodies, warming Taika’s Maori brown skin as you ride him out. Hand around his throat. Head thrown back, whining his name up to the ceiling. Putting in so much work you’re finally the one that puts his ass to sleep. You use the time to take a warm bath to soothe your aching muscles. Taika’s close to wearing you the fuck out and you’re barely drifting into day two. You feel so much better in the steaming hot water, damn near closing your eyes as you settle.

Although you were so physically done you were so overjoyed, nerves humming, a grin naturally forming over your glowing cheeks. Today’s the day you step out of your comfort zone and out of your clothes. Time to feel the Bali sun on every inch of your skin. You wonder if Taika will join in. You’d love to see his cute little butt flounce out in the garden or out by the pool. Giggling at the image of his face when he discovered what was going on. Gah that was the best. Sadly enough the water is starting to cool so you slip into a big comfy robe hanging on the back of the bathroom door. Taika’s still out, peacefully snoring in his pillow. Tip toeing across the room you slowly push the patio door open to lay out on one of the lounge chairs. But first...you drop your robe and lay it over the cushion.

The sun is toasting your melanin to perfection, you lose yourself in the sounds of nature. You guys really should do some sort of activities while you’re on this island but staying in this dope ass bungalow wearing each other out. Cummin all over each other. Swappin spit with infatuated laughs and moans. Thinking about the night before has you wiggling in your seat. Tingling and warming even more under the sun rays recalling Taika grunting, talking shit deeply in your ear. Rutting into you with eager strokes. Some of the best sex you guys have had in months. Damn this is potentially becoming the best vacation ever. Maybe later you two could check out the black sand beach. Breakfast will be needed soon. As of now you’ll enjoy the recovery time.

Taika stirs awake, confused as to why you aren’t still passed out beside him. Stretching and cracking his stiff bones, he yawns and ruffles his hair, fixing his eyes on the morning’s natural light. This place is beautiful beyond belief he’s glad he entrusted you to pick such a nice place. You had beat him to the punch about taking a trip; he had been thinking about it while shooting. He had grown tired of being away from you. Getting away would be the best way for you guys to reconnect again. Just didn’t imagine it would be in such a disclosed but majestic place like this. Might as well get breakfast ordered. He throws his long sturdy legs over the edge of the bed and reaches for the phone, using his professional “I’m someone important” voice to order an arrangement of foods and fruits and coffee. Whatever his girl wants. Speaking of his girl...he goes to search for you only to discover you outside, only sporting sunglasses in a chair. Your toasted caramel skin glistening under the sunshine. You must be asleep but he can’t see your eyes behind your reflective shades. Seeing you lying there like that, completely naked, skin sizzling makes his mouth water. His cock should be tired but it stiffens in his boxers anyway.

“Babe?” His thumb lightly grazes beads of sweat collecting over your eyebrow but you don’t stir. Dropping to the balls of his feet with small laugh, Taika takes your hand resting on the seat and brings it to his lips. “Babe good morning...” he gingerly kisses at your knuckles, his sweet voice pulling you out of your sleep. You didn’t even realize you drifted off but you love to wake up to that goof face of his. Already smiling. So fuckin handsome.

“Hi, good morning. You’re up.” Sitting up some you smile so big. Love to see him first thing. Taika kisses your knuckles again.

“And you’re naked.” He announces, his big brown eyes flickering over your baked skin.

“You know, for once I thought, maybe I’d like to fit in. Follow the rules.” You guys share a laugh. His fingers locking in with yours. “You gonna join me? I mean...you’re half way there...” your eyebrows rise, motioning at his toned hairy chest. Seeing you lying there like that almost sways him but he has something else in mind.

“Mm maybe.” He cautiously walks his fingers up your stomach rising and falling. “I’ve got coffee and breakfast coming. But uh...” you watch those timid fingertips creep up the hill of your supple breast with a silly smirk. “I kinda wanna do something else first...”

“Well in order to do that,” you let go of his hand to hook a finger in the waistband of his boxers, “you gotta lose these.” You pop them against his hip with a flirty wink.

Hovering over you, going for your lips reaching for his Taika mutters, “Gonna help me out then?” but you’re already pulling them off.

“It’ll be my honor.”

“Fuck,” he sputters throbbing between your clenched walls, “fuck I don’t want this trip to end. Shit.” Anchoring his knee down into the cushion for better leverage Taika yanks your quivering waist closer to slow rolling hips. Grunting with each deep stroke. You keep your eyes trained on his awed face, jaw hanging, curls curtaining his sweaty forehead. Biting back a sexy smile you meet his motions, faintly calling out his name over and over. Every nerve prickling with absolute pleasure.

“Oh I don’t want it to end either!” A firm hit has you shrilling. A tiny ripple of your climax quaking over your fragile limbs you drape a lazy leg over his lower back. “Don’t...don’t stop Tai...”

He drops his curls onto your forehead as he keeps digging out your creaminess. Breakfast should have been here by now but guess that’s not a concern. Especially not when he’s grinding into you like y’all are going home tomorrow. He’s been giving it to you like that since you guys got here Jesus. How’s he going to manage? Hell how are you?! Your umpteenth climax is creeping up on you.

“God I feel you. I feel you babe. Squeezing my cock so tightly.” Taika whispers, straining to hold back but you’re choking him out, beginning to spurt around him as your spine snaps off the lounge chair. He slams a hard kiss down to muffle your orgasmic howling, roughly groaning into your mouth as he quickly cums behinds you. His warm load feels so amazing coating your convulsing walls an aggressive shudder echoes from your head to your toes. You both come crashing down into the chair, beat but still making out with delirious laughter.

“Holy shit.” You sigh gleefully, nibbling then sucking on his bottom lip. “I have nothing left. You’ve taken everything.”

Pulling away a bit, Taika huffs with a tired smile, “we should eat.”

“We should do something else other than fuck each other blind.” You peck the tip of his nose while soothing back his damp curls back.

“Noted.” Carefully, he pulls out of your worn pussy with a cough he climbs off you, “I’m gonna go see if our food is cold,” leaving you there to regain your senses. “Maybe we can go out later!” He calls out from inside as you slowly sit up fanning yourself with your hand. That probably would be best. There has to be something dope as fuck to see on this island. Besides you’d love to shoot some pics of Taika checking out the sights. Quite frankly someone should pay you to be his photographer. Taika never shuts up about how well you capture his looks. He returns in one of his long extravagant robes with a glass of water and a cup of coffee for you.

“Here you go pretty.” He kisses your crown before he departs, letting you know food’s inside when you’re able to walk again. You roll your eyes with a dry “ha!” Your legs are just fine...at least they will be in a minute. Water first. Coffee second. Then your legs regain their strength for breakfast. Taika’s favorite kimono waiting for you in the adjacent chair.

“Welcome back.” Taika bucks his happy eyes up at you, smirking behind his coffee mug as he watches you slip on the soft fabric. “I’ve done some research while you were getting your life together. We depart in a couple of hours so eat up.” Your plate’s already prepared. You plop down in your seat, stomach grumbling at the sight of your pretty plate. Best follow instructions.

“Yes sir.”

The rest of the day is spent in rice fields and markets, buying rare items of clothing and pieces of art to take home. Taika in his element, meticulously eyeing fabrics, holding them up to you or him and asking for your opinion. Most likely spending a small fortune but it doesn’t matter. Nothing matters here you guys are just strangers in a foreign land, sauntering around soaking in all that y’all can. Keeping his arm around you as you snap and click at whatever Taika points at. Shooting selfies in front of monuments and graffiti walls until you two find a bar to have a few beers in. Then riding back to the resort full and tipsy just to have more drinks and drunk sex until you both pass out.

The following day’s dedicated to nature. Waterfalls and mountains, especially the Tukad Cepung Waterfall you discovered early that morning while lying in bed. You just had to shoot some sick shots of you and Taika in this cave but it ended up with him mostly taking pics of you in awe of it all.

“You’re so fuckin cute.” Taika presses his lips into the cartilage of your ear hugging you so close. Holding your camera out you abruptly steal a kiss. The camera clicks. Another memory made. Eventually all the hiking and walking wears y’all out and you decide to go back to rest. Like for real rest, and plan the last night in Bali. You believe that you guys need to be naked around the pool at least for an hour. Keeping your nudity close to the bungalow only but Taika keeps dancing around the idea. Do you take matter into your own hands.

“You come with me to the pool and I’ll do that thing you’ve been bugging me about.” You bargain with a fold of your arms and it’s enough for him to jump up to his feet.

“Wait.” His eyes narrow out of suspicion. “Are you serious?”

You shrug with a snarky eye roll. You wouldn’t have said it if you weren’t. Besides, you’d been cool with it from the moment he mentioned it but it was fun to hold over his head. “Only one way to find out...”

Luckily no other guests were around at this time of night, so he felt a little more comfortable with exposing himself to nature. You’re already in the pool, wading in the warm water, waiting for Taika to shed his robe.

“Time’s a wastin!” You shout and laugh at him standing there with his hands on his hips. “C’mon already!”

“...and I get to be in top right?” He’s referring to the thing you promised. You throw your head back with a groan.

“Yes of course dork. Now c’mon already!” Your hand claps the water with a big splash. Swiftly Taika sheds the robe and cannonballs into the pool with a wild yelp, splashing you in the face as you laugh. Yanking at your waist under the water you squeal, trying to fight yourself away but he emerges with a mischievous smirk, holding you in his big arms.

“Okay. This. This is pretty cool.” He muses, spinning you both around in the water. The stars shining above you two; the waves crashing on the beach nearby. Looking deep into your eyes he can’t stop smiling down at you. “This was a lot of fun. I’m really fuckin happy right now.” He lightly runs the tip of his nose up the bridge of yours. You try to stifle back the biggest cheese but your joy wins.

“I’m really fuckin happy too Tai.” Using your tip toes you bounce up to wrap your legs around him, dropping your forehead down on his. Sighing heavily you ask, “Do we have to go home?”

Taika heaves a sad sigh right behind you. “Unfortunately. Gotta work.” He kisses at your pouting lips. “Don’t worry. I’ll be home for a while.”

That’s a relief. How shitty would it have been if he had to go as soon as y’all got back from such a nice as vacation? You want to keep him this close as long as possible. There’s still so much lost time to make up for. Since he’s gone so much and so often, you hold on to these moments. The sounds of the night serenading you guys moving through the pool.

Closing your eyes, you ask with a whisper, “Can we come back?”

"Thank you! And enjoy your stay at the Henn na Hotel!"

"How many times a day do you get served by a fucking dinosaur? Are you kidding me?" Taika was bouncing all the way to your room. His hand gestures only got wider by the second. "And this place is desolate. I'm starting to think the robots killed everyone for fuel."

"This isn't a Y2K situation, dumbass. It's like... the aftermath of that. And if robots actually needed to travel places," you shrugged, rolling your suitcase away from divots in the carpet.

This is where you chose to stay in Nagasaki. They called it the Henn na Hotel, where everything (absolutely everything) was ran by robots. No living staff, except for the maintenance crew. Nothing. They even gave you a little robot companion in your room that was like a moving Alexa with glowing eyes and an eerie, childish voice. It would even sing nursery rhymes if you asked it politely. But as Taika had exclaimed about when he was first booking his stay at the hotel, you had the choice to check in with a robotic raptor at the front desk. Of course, there were perfectly normal human robots, but those didn’t excite him as much.

And what could make this better? It was in the middle of a makeshift Dutch theme park called Huis Ten Bosch with nightly live performances and a walk of lights that would make you think you're on some sort of drug trip.

A lot of this was weird to you. Immediately, as soon as you got off the plane, both you and Taika had to take a safety course with a few other men and women. From earthquakes, to fires, to emergency evacuations. You were thinking your jet lag was going to be the worst part of your trip. You didn't get to go to sleep until you reached your hotel room. Which was hours later.

You woke back up at seven o'clock at night with Taika passed out right beside you. Dusk was just beginning to creep along the horizon. You walked to your window and pulled open the curtains. The sight amazed you. You gathered yourself up, throwing on some clothes, then tossing a pair at your sleeping boyfriend.

Taika woke up, completely disgruntled and still very sleepy. "Babe, what the fuck," he murmured, rubbing his eyes with a palm and clearly not ready to get up yet.

“Just shut up and get your clothes on. We’re going to have fun,” you whispered through the thin air of your hotel room. Begrudgingly, he got up and started to get dressed. Just a pair of shorts, his chucks, and a plain t-shirt. Nothing too eccentric since you did not want to draw in attention. Once he was ready, you were dragging him downstairs. Outside of your building, there was a slew of people walking around. Not too much to suffocate, but enough to know that humanity was thriving outside of your little robot-ran hotel room.

Passed all the people, Taika saw what excited you. It was dark now, and the throngs of lights coating each building you saw, were now on. The virtual reality merry-go-round was up and running, and live performances went on the little stage. People were gathered around every attraction, but Taika went to the performance first.

It was all bright dancing and wild colors. People were in front of the stage, doing the dances too with some kind of glee on their faces. It really was bizarre, since you and Taika seemed to be the only ones without eye masks on.

Taika tried his best to join in with the dancing, but really couldn’t catch on. Unless it was Michael Jackson’s, “Thriller,” or something he made up on the spot, the man cannot dance in sync. But, it was still fun to watch him try, so, you kept encouraging him, even though he was a mess. It was payback for all the times he messed with you. Like stealing your favorite hoodie.

He was ready for more of the tour when he was finished, and what you figured might be your night of taking him around, turned into his. You didn’t mind. He was taking you to the places you wanted to go anyway. Through the forest of lights, down the glowing river, and you enjoyed the night water shows that were also lit up with bright techno colors. As a treat... you even let him have a look at the One Piece ship they have floating in the harbor.

Finishing up your night, you decided to take a stroll on Umbrella street. They were lit up in a lovely blue and pink color. All the stores that lounged on the sides were closing up, and there weren’t many people left lingering around the lights. Eventually, you and Taika were the only ones left. Your arm was wrapped around Taika’s, and all you could stare at was the lights. He had one hand in his pocket, and he let you lean most of your weight on him. It had only been a couple of hours since you started to take a look around, but you were tired again. The jet lag still hadn’t completely wore off, you supposed, and it showed.

“Come on,” Taika murmured into your ear, “Let’s get back to our room.”

It was another fifteen minutes before the park was totally shut down and was no longer accepting guests. You both drowsily made your way up to your hotel room, where your tiny robot friend was waiting for you, asking what time you were going to wake up. It was annoying, but the exhaustion made it easy to ignore. You got back into your pajamas, crawled into bed with Taika, and went to sleep.

The next morning, you were up bright ad early. The little robot friend on your desk still asked what time you were going to wake up. It would take care of itself, hopefully. The park was getting ready to open, by the time you left with Taika on your arm. From Nagasaki’s airport, you took a small plane over to Naha, Okinawa, where you would spend the rest of your day, walking about in your swimsuit, until the sun set.

White sand, beautiful beaches, exquisite sushi, and odd looking statues that you had to ask the locals about. From shrines, to snakes, to boardwalks, it was all here, and you were going to take in all of it. 

Instead of staying in a lavish resort for the day, you and Taika just walked, took the monorail, or took a bike cab everywhere. Most of the time you were there, however, you spent on the beach. The crystalline waters called to you from a distance, and it just looked so blue! You couldn’t help yourself.

Taika went searching for shellfish, but he liked to spend time with you in the water. It was about twenty or so minutes in when he splashed a large amount of water at you. You spluttered, since most of it landed in your face. You wiped your eyes and caught him, holding his hands behind his back and carelessly looking around as if he had done nothing wrong. You didn’t buy his act, obviously, and you splashed back at him. To him, you had just declared war, and things were going to get serious.

Waves and waves of water were sent flying through the air, and both of you were drenched in battle. With how much you were moving, you were sure you scared all the fish away from the water.

At the very end, neither of you were sure who won, but you were both happy and tired. You took the opportunity to rest on the beach, laying on your stomach on a towel and enjoying the warm sunlight while it lasted. Taika sat beside you once he was satisfied with his search for shells. You took your time to go through some of his little collection and ended up being thoroughly impressed with his find. You found a few conch shells, but your favorite by far had to be the spider conch that he found. It was small, and could fit in the palm of your hand, but you still enjoyed the shape and color. He let you keep it.

After a long day, you decided to stop in a restaurant to grab something to eat. It was a lovely mom and pop shop that was based on soba noodles and sea food. There was floor seating, or there were tables and chairs. Taika picked fast and it was right to the floor seating. Tatami matts and plush cushions provided a much cozier atmosphere than first suggested. When the time to order food came around, you both had a lot to cover. Playing at the beach worked up an appetite. The people working were more than happy to oblige to your needs and would feed you the best food anyone could make.

With your food came traditional Sake and two tiny teacups of herbal teas. With a table covered in food, and alcohol thrown into the mix, the night would last a very long time. Yet, you still had a plane to catch by the end of it. You stayed as long as possible, ate as much as you could stomach, and drank a lot more Sake than you would like to admit, but hey, you still had an amazing time. Not to mention how much attention Taika was getting from passers by. He could get quite loud, and those who could understand or speak English were drawn to his boisterous aura.

You left the restaurant, fat and happy, as well as Taika. After gathering up your shoes and changing out of your wet clothes, you took a plane to Osaka, then took the train the rest of the way to the small town of Karuizawa. Taika had booked a pension for the night, and it would be capping off your small vacation with him in Japan.

The pension was a small, red roofed building, just outside of the shopping district. Luckily, the lights were still on by the time you made it in. The buzz of the Sake still had quite the grip on you, so you let Taika do most of the talking. It took a minute, since the people running the place had to send out for someone who spoke English, but the waiting wasn’t all that bad. You got the chance to take a look at the beautiful stone garden outside of the window.

Again, the place you were staying wasn’t fancy or as nice as the robotic one you stayed in, but it was still comforting. They gave you a king-sized bed in a big bedroom with circular windows, a living room, large bathroom, and a mini kitchen. The remnants of the complimentary dinner they had served a few hours before you arrived still wafted through the air.

After long showers and setting out clothes for tomorrow (Taika insisted he wear his denim kimono), you both sat in the small living room for some time, trying to make sense of a random game show that played on the television. Taika had his arm wrapped around your shoulders, his body still pleasantly warm from his shower and the rose petal soap he used tickled your sense of smell. His hair was still dripping with water, and little beads of it would fall onto his broad shoulders. Your hands were fiddling with the spider shell he had given you earlier, and you just looked on at the television ahead, struggling to stay awake.

“Doing okay?” Taika muttered to you, sounding quite tired himself. You gave him a low hum in response and tucked your nose into his shirt. You wrapped your arms around him, and he didn’t seem to mind at all.

“Did you have a good time?” He always liked to reassure himself with you, to make sure you were always happy and satisfied with the things he picked out. You gave him another hum, but in a more approving tone than last time. He blew a laugh through his nose and leaned his head back, resting it on the couch and staring at the ceiling for a time.