Kitten & Father in Florence Ch. 07

"Suck!" she demanded softly, leaning back, so that he could lower his head and suck her breasts.

He did. They weren't going to talk anymore; enough of her idea of leisurely fuck. How long could she - could they - stand just being aroused this way, feeling her pussy squeezing his throbbing cock? Maybe they could just come that way, but she want everything, wanted to feel his cock plunging in and out her pussy!

She drew her feet back from around him and leaned forward, urging him to drop back on the bed. When he did, and she dropped down over him, his cock slipped out. They both gave a disappoint sharp moan, but his finger was still in her. Her hand shot down between them and put it back in her pussy, and they both then gave a satisfied moan, as her hips sank down on his, feeling his cock twitch in her. They held still, his finger too, and his cock twitched again. She didn't want to say it again, but when he did, she did:

"Fuck!"

"Fuck!"

They did, with all the experience of their week together, their hips moving in the same tempo, slapping together, as they moaned, too aroused to kiss. She licked his lips once, but the movement of their hips, and the arousal they were sharing, was too great to allow them to do more. Then suddenly, he groaned, and his hips began to move faster than hers could. She gasped, just letting him fuck her, beginning to whimper again, between her gasps. Fuck! It was going to happen! It was! Her pussy was overflowing! And he was grunting!

God yes! Come with me! That was her last conscious thought, as she collapsed on him, lying inert, her stomach still heaving, his stomach rising and falling under her. Minutes later, when she felt his hands fondle the cheeks of her ass, she realized that she hadn't been aware that his finger had slipped out. His cock had also slipped out, and her legs were extend, which she also hadn't noticed that she had done. His hands were just gently rubbing her ass. It had to have been as good for him, just had to have been, their last fuck.

She just lay on him, sighing. When his hands urged her to slid of him, she did, lying with her head on his shoulder and her arm around him, and fell asleep with her thigh drawn up over his.

When she woke up, he had rolled away from her, but she was curled up close behind him, her arm still around him. She didn't want to open her eyes, but did. It was dawning. They were going to have to get up and pack. Their week together was ending. She moaned and rubbed her fingers on him.

"Awake?" he murmured.

"Um-hmm, wish I weren't."

"Me too.... Last shower together?"

"If it has to be?"

"Till Venice," he murmured and reached back and rubbed her hip."

She sighed warmly and hugged him. He rubbed her hip again, but then slapped it lightly and said:

"But I've got to go."

"Uhn! Why do I then also have to?"

They got up and went to the shower, and "went" without comment, also silent during their shower. While he shaved, she began to pack, finding her panties, but not putting anything on until he returned to the room. They just glanced at each other and got dressed and packed in silence. On the way to breakfast, she stroked the broach on her chain and smiled at him. He smiled with a nod and said:

"Nicest things I ever gave you."

"Very nicest," she agree.

At breakfast, he only mentioned when their train left, looking at his watch and saying that they had ample time. Back in their room, they made sure they had everything. She suddenly remembered the cucumbers and got them, opening her suitcase and stuffing them in. They both chuckled. He left a tip for the maid and carried their suitcases to the elevator. He paid the bill, and the doorman flagged a cab for them.

They caught their train and were silent with their thoughts, only agreeing to go to the dining car. When they waited to be served, he murmured:

"Talked enough last night."

"Um-hmm," she agreed, nodding and stroking the broach again.

In Geneva, they took a cab to her school outside of town. She wondered if Marlie would be there to greet her, but she couldn't know when they would arrive, then recognizing that after all the talk with her father about her, it would be better that he didn't have to greet her. They arrived. There were other people arriving after the Easter break. She couldn't kiss her father the way she wanted to, but embraced him better than the other girls were to tell their fathers goodbye. He whispered in her ear:

"I know. I wanted to too. Thank you for everything, till Venice."

"Mmmm! Not more than I wanted to. Till Venice."

The taxi was waiting to take him back to Geneva. When they waved goodbye, she stroked her broach again.

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There will be a sequel to this story, the title also "Kitten...". The rest of the title is still undecided.