“Enough,” he said, placing the crop down on the glass counter top, then leaning down to place a trail of hot kisses on her stinging skin. He licked lower, his tongue and hands roaming all over her ass. He’d enjoyed it too, his low groans of appreciation told her so. He was turned on as much as she was, and once more she was overwhelmed by the need to let him between her legs. He was almost there already, his teeth grazing her thighs as he dropped to his haunches behind her. And then he tilted his head and he was there, the barrier of her knickers ineffectual against the searing heat of his mouth. He scorched her, his tongue moving against the silk.

“Let me in, English,” he said. If she did, he’d have her in seconds. She’d been ready ever since he’d slammed her against the wall in reception and put his hand up her skirt.

If it hadn’t been his birthday she’d have opened her thighs and welcomed him in, but as it was, she grit her teeth and stood up, turning until he was in front of her, still on his haunches. He shook his head, laughing softly as he planted a kiss against her pubic bone and stood up too.

“You will come before I do,” he said as he shook his shirt off his shoulders.

Kara laughed, shaking her head slowly, raising one delicate shoulder as she dropped her eyes and played with her nipples. She was going to win this battle. She counted to five before raising her gaze again, giving him time to really appreciate watching her touch herself.

She stepped away from him, running her fingers over the shelves as she decided on his next birthday gift.

“There are so many things I’d like to give you,” she said. He didn’t take his eyes off her.

She picked up a large, deep purple vibrator. “This maybe?” She slid her hands down the shaft. “Would you like to fuck me with this, Sailor?”

He stepped closer, and she noticed the harsh movement of his Adam’s apple as he swallowed.

“Because I’d like you to,” she said, running the tactile rubber down her stomach and between her legs.

Dylan’s lips parted slightly, his eyes molten as he took the vibrator from her fingers and placed it on the counter behind them beside the crop.

“Another time, baby,” he whispered, dragging her against him. “Tonight I need to fuck you properly.” His fingers explored the stinging cheeks of her ass as he kissed her. She relished the heat of her buttocks under his palms. “Feel what you’ve done to me, Kara.” His erection strained hard against her.

She reached down between them and massaged him, making him groan.

“I think you’re ready for a special present.”

She slid his zip down and pushed her hand inside. Her stomach turned somersaults as her fingers curled around him, iron hard silk as he rocked himself in her hand.

She had him naked within seconds.

“Do you trust me, Dylan?” she whispered against his ear, working his shaft slowly.

“Right now? With my life,” he groaned, fondling her breasts.

She reached for his discarded tie. “Good.” She led him to sit on a high backed chair and covered his eyes with his tie, knotting it behind his head.

“English…”

“You trust me, remember?”

She stood for a second and gathered a couple of items, then returned to stand behind him. She leaned down, her bare breasts brushing his shoulder. “What shall I do with you, Dylan?” she said against his ear, sliding her palms down his chest.

“I’ve taken off my knickers. I could sit astride you, take your cock all the way inside me.” She slipped her hand lower to pump his shaft a little. “Should I do that, do you think?”

He turned and caught her mouth with his own.

“Yes, Kara. Yes. You should do that.” He reached for her and she dodged his hands. If he caught her now it would all be over. She’d straddle him, and he’d make her come, and it would be incredible… but she had other plans, and she was sticking to them.

Picking up her chosen sex toy from the floor, she knelt in front of him and placed it in his hands, spreading his knees to sit between them.

“What the hell is this thing?”

“Shhh,” she said, and licked the length of his shaft.

“Fuck.”

She opened her mouth and took him inside.

“Fuck…”

He was so very hard, and it was so very tempting to keep going. He’d come, she’d win, and then he’d make her come and she’d win all over again.

But today was his birthday, and she wanted to give him an experience that no one else had ever given him before.

So she took the toy from his hands, a skin-warm, slim silicon oval designed to pleasure him. It hinged open to reveal supple, textured rollers that would close around him like lips. She flipped it wide, lubricated it, then closed it around the base of his cock, making him jerk with surprise.

“Easy,” she murmured. “You have no idea how filthy you look right now. I so want to grab my phone and take a picture.” She gripped the silicon oval at either end and moved it slowly up his cock, watching the rollers clasp and massage his shaft as she moved it up and down.

“Fucking hell…” he moaned.

The toy was one of their newest and most expensive items, and judging by Dylan’s pleasure, it was worth every penny. Designed for couple play, it left the majority of his cock free to lick, suck and fondle, and Kara took full advantage. She rolled it up and down the length of him, following it closely with her mouth. Dylan moaned, his hands in her hair, sometimes stroking, sometimes pressing her down on him.

Kneeling cross-ankled between his thighs in the middle of the boutique was another memory she committed to the forever vault, and as he shoved the tie up off his face to watch her, his frenetic movements told her that he’d let go of his control.

She twisted the toy in her hands, giving him new sensations even as his hips spasmed, and seconds later her name ripped from his chest as his salty semen hit the back of her throat.

Looking up at him in those moments, a profound sense of rightness settled on her shoulders. He looked overwhelmed. She’d given him that. She’d put that look of intense pleasure on his face.

She loved this man.

“You give the best birthday presents,” he said, his hand lazy in her hair, his other arm dropping towards the floor. “What is that thing anyway?”

She removed the toy and put it to one side.

“Did you like it?”

“I’m kind of glad I was blindfolded,” he admitted, eying it dubiously.

“Yeah, yeah. But did you like it?”

“Sure. I liked it.” A languid, lopsided smile tipped his lips. “It felt fucking amazing.”

Kara nodded. “So I can tell our customers that the boss endorses it?”

“Not a chance.”

She smiled, standing up and and crossing to the counter to gather his gifts together. The leather crop. The purple vibrator. The slender oval masturbator that she planned on using on him again some time very soon.

Dylan moved to stand behind Kara, sweeping her hair over one shoulder and lowering his mouth to the warm curve of her neck. He breathed her in deep. The familiar, clean scent of her hair, the delicate perfume she always used. His tiny bathroom on the boat smelled of her, as did his bedsheets. She surrounded him.

“You lied to me,” he said against her ear. “You’re still wearing your panties.” He ran his hand under the slim band of silk on her hip.

“Knickers,” she corrected, aware of his naked body against hers.

“And you made me come,” he said, cupping her breasts, his cock stirring against the softness of her behind as her nipples hardened in his fingers.

“It is your birthday,” she said, leaning her head back on his shoulder.

“It is.” Not such a bad thing to have been found out after all, Dylan reflected.

They stood for a second, caught up in each other, Dylan savouring the feel of Kara’s responsive body in his hands, Kara savouring the feel of Dylan’s questing hands on her body.