I find Arno in the tub expecting me with a smirk and some champagne. He extends a glass for me and beacons me to join him. I take the glass readily and join him. I lay with him, feeling his chest raising against my back, his hands moving over my arms making me shiver, his kisses over my shoulder and the back of my neck… I look at him and kiss him passionately, savoring the lingering taste of the champagne in his mouth. We let go of our glasses and the kiss turns more and more urgent, desperate. I feel his right hand tease my entrance, running lazy circles on my clit, the other groping my breasts. His treatment gets harder and harder as we can’t get enough of each other. I straddle his hips and feel him guide himself into me slowly at first. We create the perfect rhythm for us: first slowly, teasing, as if to prolong the inevitable, but as our pleasure keeps pouring in us, his thrusts get harder and deeper, making me moan and hold onto him for dear life.
I feel his hands on my hips slamming me back to his cock with such force the water starts splashing out of the tub. I can’t hold back my screams as he hits the right spot for me over and over again. He moans deeply, a few curses in French too, as he kisses, bites and sucks the skin of my neck leaving love marks all over it. I look down to him and see only hunger and desire and I can’t help but crash my mouth into his in a desperate kiss. Both of us looking for release as our bodies can’t contain themselves no more.