James and Emma stumbled through the hotel room door in Auckland, arms laden with shopping bags that clattered to the floor like forgotten confetti from a parade no one attended. The mid-afternoon December sun poured through the massive window overlooking the city, turning the room into a golden haze where skyscrapers poked at the sky like overambitious fingers. It was one of those lazy summer days where the heat clung to your skin, but inside, the air conditioning hummed a cool welcome. Emma, with her sun-kissed cheeks and that mischievous glint in her eye, didn't waste a second. She spun toward James, grabbing his shirt collar and yanking him into a kiss that was all fire and no preamble—lips crashing, tongues tangling like they were racing to claim territory.
James responded with equal hunger, his hands sliding down her back to grip her hips, pulling her flush against him. The kiss deepened, messy and urgent, as if the bags of impulse buys—silky scarves, a ridiculous hat neither would wear—had been a mere excuse to get back here. Emma's fingers roamed first, tracing the lines of his chest through his thin button-up, then dipping lower to squeeze his ass. James wasn't far behind; his palms cupped her breasts over her sundress, thumbs circling her hardening nipples until she gasped into his mouth. "I've been thinking about this all afternoon," she murmured against his lips, her voice husky from the heat outside.
Clothes became casualties in the frenzy. Emma tugged at James's shirt, buttons popping free with a satisfying ping against the hardwood floor. He shrugged it off, his broad shoulders flexing as he reached for the zipper of her dress. It slid down her body like liquid, pooling at her feet to reveal lace panties that barely qualified as coverage and a bra that strained against her full breasts. James's jeans were next, Emma's hands fumbling with his belt before shoving them down along with his boxers. His cock sprang free, already hard and throbbing, the tip glistening in the sunlight streaming through the window. She kicked off her own panties, standing there naked, her smooth pussy already slick with anticipation.
Emma dropped to her knees without a word, her eyes locking onto James's with that sultry, fuck-me gaze that always undid him. She wrapped her hand around the base of his cock, stroking once, twice, before leaning in to take him into her mouth. Her lips stretched around his thickness, tongue swirling over the head as she sucked him deep. James groaned, his fingers threading into her hair, not pulling, just holding on as she bobbed her head. One of her hands slipped between her own thighs, fingers rubbing circles over her wet pussy, dipping inside herself with wet sounds that mixed with the slurps of her mouth on his dick. She moaned around him, the vibration humming straight through his shaft, making his knees buckle slightly. "God, Emma," he rasped, watching her through half-lidded eyes, the city skyline blurring behind her.
She worked him like she owned him, hollowing her cheeks and taking him to the back of her throat, gagging just enough to send a thrill up his spine. Her free hand cupped his balls, massaging gently while her fingers on her pussy moved faster, her arousal dripping down her thighs. James could see it all—the way her breasts swayed with each movement, her ass perched on her heels, the faint sheen of sweat on her skin from the summer warmth seeping in. The window was wide open to the view, curtains sheer and parted just enough that anyone with binoculars from a nearby tower might catch a show, but neither cared. The risk only fueled the heat.
Finally, Emma pulled back with a pop, strings of saliva connecting her lips to his cock, her eyes gleaming up at him. "Bed. Now," she demanded, standing and shoving him backward. James hit the mattress with a bounce, the king-sized bed swallowing him into its plush depths. Emma climbed on top, straddling his hips, her wet pussy lips brushing against his length. She ground against him once, coating him in her slickness, before lifting up and sinking down. His cock entered her tight, wet pussy inch by inch, both of them moaning at the stretch. "Fuck, you're so big," she whispered, her hands on his chest for leverage as she started riding him in cowgirl.
Emma's hips rolled in a rhythm that was pure instinct, her pussy clenching around him with every downward thrust. James's hands gripped her thighs, watching her breasts bounce, her head thrown back as she chased her pleasure. The sunlight hit her skin, highlighting the curve of her waist, the way her ass flexed against his thighs. She leaned forward, kissing him sloppily, her pace quickening until the slap of skin on skin echoed in the room. But James wasn't one to stay passive; with a growl, he grabbed her waist and flipped them over, rolling so he was on top in missionary.
Emma's legs wrapped around him instinctively, but James hooked them over his shoulders, raising her hips high. This angle let him drive deep, his cock bottoming out with each thrust, his balls slapping against her ass. She moaned loudly now, no holding back—the sounds raw and unrestrained, filling the room like a summer storm. "Yes, James, fuck me just like that," she cried, her nails digging into his back. He pounded into her, the bed creaking under them, sweat slicking their bodies as the afternoon light painted everything in warm gold.
Reaching blindly to the bedside table, James's fingers closed around Miss Mini—the sleek, powerful clit sucker they'd picked up on a whim during their travels. He passed it to her without breaking rhythm, his thrusts steady and deep. Emma took it with a wicked smile, positioning the silicone mouth over her hard clit and flicking it on. She cranked the speed to max, the toy whirring to life with a low buzz that vibrated through her core. "Oh shit," she gasped, her body quivering instantly as the suction pulsed against her sensitive nub.
James could feel it all—the way her pussy tightened around his cock like a vice, her walls fluttering with the building orgasm. She was a mess beneath him, moaning and writhing, the toy making her hips buck wildly. He kept pumping, deep and relentless, his own release coiling tight in his gut. Emma's eyes squeezed shut, her mouth open in a silent scream that turned vocal—"Fuck, I'm coming!"—and then she shattered. Her pussy clamped down hard, and as James pulled out just in time, she squirted, a hot gush spraying over his cock, his thighs, soaking the sheets in a wild arc. The toy stayed on her clit, prolonging the waves, her body shaking as aftershocks rippled through her.
James didn't give her a moment to recover. He plunged back into her soaking pussy, the slickness making every thrust glide effortlessly. "On your knees," he commanded, voice rough with need. Emma rolled over eagerly, ass up, presenting her plump cheeks like an invitation. James grabbed her hips, admiring the view—her pussy lips swollen and glistening, asshole winking slightly in the light. He entered her from behind in doggy style, both groaning at the new depth. "God, your pussy feels incredible," he muttered, spanking her ass once, the smack echoing sharply.
She pushed back against him, meeting his thrusts, her moans muffled into the pillow. James spread her cheeks, watching his cock disappear into her, the sight filthy and intoxicating. Another spank, harder this time, leaving a pink handprint on her skin. Emma glanced over her shoulder, eyes dark with lust. "This would be a perfect time to use Peaches," she said, her voice breathy but sure.
James paused, pulling out slowly, his cock slick and throbbing. Peaches—the pink butt plug they'd bought as a joke that had turned serious, her first time with anything like it. He grabbed it from the bedside table, along with the lube, squirting a generous amount onto the flared base and tapered tip. Emma stayed on all fours, ass high, breathing heavy with anticipation. He pressed the cool, lubed tip against her asshole, circling gently. "Relax for me," he murmured, pushing slowly. She moaned, the sound a mix of tension and pleasure as it stretched her, inching in. "Fuck, it's so full," she whimpered, her body tensing then yielding.
With a final push, Peaches seated fully, the jewel at the base nestled between her cheeks. James didn't stop there; he pressed on it, making small vibrating movements with his fingers, the motion sending jolts through her. Emma's reaction was immediate—her back arched, a fresh orgasm crashing over her as the dual sensations overwhelmed. "James! Oh god," she cried, her pussy clenching on nothing, a smaller squirt escaping to trickle down her thighs. He watched, mesmerized, before gripping her hips again and re-entering her pussy, the plug making her even tighter.
The sensation was electric for both of them—James thrusting deep, feeling the indirect pressure of the plug through her thin walls. Emma rocked back, fucking herself on his cock, the fullness pushing her toward another edge. He spanked her again, alternating cheeks, the slaps mixing with the wet sounds of their joining. "You like that? Filled up in both holes?" he growled, leaning over her to nip at her shoulder. She nodded frantically, words lost to moans, her hand reaching back to rub her clit as he pounded harder.
The room smelled of sex and summer sweat, the city view a distant backdrop to their frenzy. James's pace built, relentless, his balls tightening as Emma's pussy milked him. She came again first, the plug's vibrations amplified by his thrusts, her squirt this time coating his cock as he buried deep. That pushed him over— with a guttural "Fuck, Emma," he pulled out and came, ropes of hot cum painting her ass and lower back, some dripping down to mix with her wetness.
They collapsed together, panting, the plug still in place as Emma reached back to ease it out with a satisfied sigh. James pulled her close, both sticky and spent, the afternoon sun dipping lower outside the window. As they caught their breath, Emma traced a finger through the mess on her skin, smirking. "Shopping tomorrow? Or should we just stay in and test more toys?" James chuckled, kissing her forehead. "With a view like this—and you—why leave? But if the neighbors complain about the show, we'll blame the seagulls."
The city hummed on below, oblivious or not, but in that room, the world was theirs alone.