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Come on sleuths. If you can work out what Taylor is wearing in 20 mins, someone has to be able to work out where they are staying in based on that artwork. Not asking for hotels, but finding the town????

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Hopefully Travis has a single room. Reckon he got a sneak peek?

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I don’t know if it’s just me, or the surroundings, but did Donna Kelce not look comfortable when she was down on the field with Taylor? Not a negative thought or anything like that, just seemed like a bit of a strange chemistry.

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Question - how are people consuming podcasts? Especially as they are now filmed? Is it treated as a TV show? Like you put aside an hour a week? Really don’t know how to listen/watch all of them. Timezones mean I get them in the middle of the night and haven’t watched it before the socials start to drop

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Red Ribbon part 2

“Baby, I’m so proud of you. I was jumping up and down on the couch”, Taylor says as she hears Travis chuckle. He can picture her, all dressed in her chiefs gear, screaming at the TV. “And that gown, that thing is sweet. You better have that coming home as well. It looks cosy”. 

“It was a struggle, but I managed to fit it in my bag, don’t worry, it’s coming home”. Travis looks down at his duffel - slightly bulging at the seams, with the gown stuffed in. 

“They managed to get us out early, so the plane should be landing back at KC around 5. Can’t wait to see you and finally get to celebrate Christmas”. Taylor hummed, mirroring his sentiments and agreeing that she couldn’t wait to see him as well. 

Snow had started to fall earlier in the day, and the entire neighourhood was covered in a thick layer of powder. The house was warm, but Taylor got the fire going anyway. Nothing beat the smell and sounds of an open fire. 

Knowing when Travis was going to be back, Taylor slowly moved around the house, getting things put away and tidying up. Nerves started to kick in, as she was going to do something that she had never done before. A few weeks ago, Travis gave her a present, wrapped up in a red bow, and Taylor decided that she was going to return the favour. She had ordered some thick red ribbon and got to work. She did her hair and makeup, studying herself in the mirror. Signature red lips would complement the ribbon. Knowing the house was their inner sanction, she did something she had never felt comfortable doing before. She walked through the house completely naked, carrying the ribbon with her. It definitely wouldn’t be comfortable walking through the house with that already tied. 

She had thought about this a lot, and decided that the best place to do this was in the lounge room, right where Travis came in the front door. Luckily for her, the lounge room was a generous space, with a beautiful white plush rug in front of the fireplace. She had measured the ribbon earlier, so once she had placed herself on the rug, she started to get the ribbons in place. The first went across her breasts, just covering her nipples. Her pert breasts waiting to be unwrapped with the big bow. The second ribbon took a little bit more thought. She worked it out in the end though. Much longer than the first, this one went from the bow around her breasts, down her back through her butt cheeks, over her pussy and back up across her stomach to attach to the top. The ribbon was just thick enough to cover her bottom lips, so once in place, she couldn’t really move. Luckily, she didn’t have to wait long. 

Travis was so excited to finally celebrate Christmas with Taylor. Damn away games. He got to the front door and watched the twinkling lights for a moment. The small additions that Taylor had added to his home. No, their home. Opening the door against the cold KC chill, Travis dumps his bag in the hall. Stripping off his coat, he calls out for her. “In here babe”, he hears, coming from his left. The house is warm, so he figures she is curled up on the couch, watching the fire. He rounded the corner and he steps faltered. There, on his rug, was Taylor, lounging on her elbows, wrapped in red ribbon. All he can do is stare, raking his eyes down her body. “Merry Christmas baby, want to unwrap your present?” As she says this, she widens her legs, causing the ribbon to slide up into her pussy. 

Travis can’t get to her fast enough. Dropping to his knees, he takes a moment to really look at her. Cheeks flush with arousal, tits struggling to be contained with the ribbon. Moving further down, he can see the ribbon vanish within her her thighs. A dark patch already forming. 

“Jesus Tay, best Chrstimas present ever.” Travis leans over her, hands on each side of her head to give her a searing kiss. She tries to deepen it, but Travis pulls away. Sitting back on his knees, he rubs his hands together. “Guess I can’t just rip this one open, hey” he smirks. With gently hands, he ghosts up her torso, tracing the ribbon running up her belly. Once at the bow, he looks up at her again. Her pupils are blown wide, and she has started to breath heavy. Slowly, he picks an end of the ribbon and gently pulls. The ribbon comes undone and Taylors breasts come into view. Travis licks he lips, then dives in. He has always loved her tits, they fit perfectly in his hands, and she is so responsive when he plays with her. He takes one in his mouth, sucking on her nipple until it has pebbled. He releases it with a pop and blows on it. Taylor moans as she starts to squirm. Her arms give way from under her, and she falls back onto the rug. “Trav, fuck that feels good”. Travis brings his hand up to her wet tit and fills his hand. 

In the meantime, he gives her other one the same mouth treatment. Sucking on her nipple as well as giving it a gently scrape, her hips jut up and her hands fly to his head. Taylor is making small mews and Travis loves it. He releases both breasts again, and gives into her mouth again. Fighting for domination, Travis deepens the kiss. Letting her go, he runs his mouth down her neck, over her collarbones. Reaching all the places that he knows sends her mad. Her chest is heaving now, and she can’t keep still, squirming on the rug. “Trav, please - I need you”. He looks at her and smiles, devilish. “Don’t worry baby, I plan on enjoying my present”. With that, he leans back again on his heals and moved her body. She is now directly in front of him, with her legs on each side of him. He widened her legs further, spreading her pussy for him and the ribbon comes back into view. He can see it nestled tight against her, running behind, vanishing into the rug. His brain is thinking of too many scenarios of what he wants to do with her, but he can see how close she is already, so he takes pity. “Come as much as you want darling, don’t hold back”. 

He brings one hand down to her hip, holding her in place, the other runs his knuckles down and over her pussy. She cries out, finally receiving some friction where she needs it. He does it again, and runs his finger over the ribbon. It is a deep red, soaking from her arousal. The ribbon is covering her clit, so it is dulling some of the sensation, but Travis knows what to do. The feeling of the ribbon is soft and silky under his finger. An interesting feeling. He brings his hand up higher, closer to her other hip, while his thumb hovers over her ribbon covered clit. “This is what you want, isn’t it?” Travis coos, as he brings his thumb over her clit, rubbing quick circles, building the pressure. It was like a fuse was lit within Taylor, the touch sending her higher and higher. Even with the ribbon reducing the sensation, the pressure of the ribbon alone is taking her over the edge. Travis watches as her breathing gets shallow, her hands wrapped in the rug to ground her. 

Mewing and moaning, she is so close to the edge. Travis knows this and does the one thing that will send her flying. Without breaking his rhythm, he leans down and takes one of her nipples in his mouth again. He sucks and gently bites the flesh, while applying more pressure to her clit. That does it, she screams his name as she tries to clamp her legs around his hand. He keeps his hold on her hips as she flays around. Releasing her nipple with a pop, he grins at her, watching as she slowly opens her eyes again. Before she can even catch her breath, Travis has removed the ribbon and is on his stomach, placing himself between her legs. “Trav I”, Taylor says, turning into a moan as he brings her legs over his shoulders and dives into her. Lapping at her juices from her previous orgasm, he is like a staved man. She can’t talk as her brain starts to go fuzzy. He had always been good at eating her out, but damn, she is so sensitive that he is taking her higher. 

He bumps her clit with his nose as he tongues her entrance. “Fuck, fuck Trav” is about all she can say. He moved back to her clit, tracing shapes as he brings a finger through her folds, making his finger wet. He circles her entrance and slowly pushes a finger inside her. She is tight - always is even though they have been together for 18 months. God Travis loves how tight she is. He pulls away to search for her eyes, checking on her. What he sees makes him groan and grind himself into the floor. She catches his eyes, and all she can do is pant. He watches her as he enters another finger. Her eyes roll back in her head and she falls back to the floor again. Her hips start to jolt in time with his fingers, chasing the release. 

Travis goes back to his favourite place, between her thighs. He brings one hand around her hip to keep her in place. His other hand is pushing and pulling, in and out. Curling his fingers, he finds her spot. The one she told him that no-one else has been able to find. He runs along it again and again, and she screams in pleasure. There it is he thinks. Once he knows he has the spot, he drops his mouth to her clit - sucking, nipping and tonguing it. He can fill it hard and standing proud between her lips. Travis is so close himself he feels like he is going to burst. The sounds coming from Taylor are indicating she is going to come, and hard. Without changing pace, he keeps assaulting her senses, and he knows when she breaks. He feels her clench around his fingers then flutter. With a final scrap across her clit, she bows and arches off the rug, screaming his name like a prayer. That’s all she can seem to say, as he brings her crashing over the edge. 

It was one of the biggest orgasms her has given her. He knows that. He gently draws his fingers out of her and rocks back onto his heels. Looking at her, he brings his fingers to his lips and sucks. She tastes like heaven. Now he gets a good look at her. Her hair is flared out across the carpet, with a bit of ribbon still hanging behind her chest. Speaking of her chest, it is heaving, trying to get her breath back. “Hmm, that was something else, god I’m still shaking”, Taylor mutters as she tried to sit up on her elbows. Every now and again she gets an aftershock and her legs shake slightly. She looks up at Travis and her breath stills. She hasn’t really had a good look at him, considering he has been between her thighs since he came home. All she can see are black eyes, her essence left across his mouth while he is sucking his fingers. She moans again as she continues to rake her eyes down his body. She lands on his trousers, tented with a small dark patch. He is rock hard and leaking precum. She brings her eyes back to him as he stands. He towers over her, taking in her form. She licks her lips as he starts to undress, throwing clothes across the room, not caring where they land. He pulls his pants and underwear down in one go, sighing at the feeling of releasing his aching cock. It is dark purple and pulsing with need. 

“Baby, can you give me one more?” Taylor’s brain takes a moment to catch up to what he said, but as soon as it registers, she moans as she nods, her body flooding her with arousal once more. Satisfied with her response, Travis gets onto his knees. “Turn round baby, this is going to be hard and fast, is that OK?” Always asking her for permission, her eyes soften. “This is your present Trav, have at it”. With that he gently picks her up by her hips and indicates for her to roll over. “Oh, I see”. She gets on her hands and knees, happy that the rug is nice and soft. To emphasise her excitement, she leans down on her elbows, opening herself up even more. Travis growls behind her, watching her pussy flushed and ready to be taken. With a gently hand to the middle of her back, he lines himself up. He knows he is large, so even though she is soaked, he takes the time to enter her. He watches for any signs of pain. He sees her drop her head to the carpet as he bottoms out. Without words, he rubs her back again, and brings both hands to her hips. 

He pulls out until his head is just sitting within her, and drives back harder. He watches her grip the rug and she drops herself back down again. “Fuck, look at you, open and waiting to get pounded. If only the rest of the world knew what a dirty girl you are, fucking me on the lounge room floor”. Travis had a dirty mouth, and Taylor loves it. Again, Travis pulls out to his head, watching her grip him. “Ready baby”, Travis says, and without warning slams into her, pushing the air out of her lungs. She braces herself the second time, pushing back as Travis is surging forward. The only sounds they can hear are the moans from both of them, as well as wet slaps of Travis plunging into her. She is making noises with every thrust, and Travis is in a similar position. 

He is so close that he doesn’t know how much longer he is going to last. He looks to his right and sees one of the ribbons sitting there. He releases her hip and brings the ribbon under her stomach, close to her hips. Holding both of the ends in one hand, he tightens it and pulls some pressure on it at the same time. “Tay, please tell me if this is too much”. She doesn’t know what he is talking about until the next thrust, then she feels it. 

The ribbon is across her lower abdomen, and Travis is pulling up on it. With every thrust, he is hitting her front wall, pushing deeper and harder than normal. He has done this one before with his hand, pushed on her lightly from above, but feeling it from below, pulling her almost off her knees, this is something entirely different. “Don’t stop Trav, it feels really good”, she blurts out. Satisfied with her response, he pulls the ribbon higher again, almost bringing her knees off the ground. He is pounding into her so hard, never relenting. Sweat is dripping off his brow and down his chest, as something primeval is released in him. “Trav, some, something feels different”, he hears Taylor say a moment before it happens. In a split second, it happened all at once. The combination of Travis pulling on the ribbon and his thick cock hitting her gspot causes Taylor to stiffen and squirt all over Travis and the rug. Travis has never gotten her to do it before, not without trying. She had never done it either, so she didn’t know the feeling or what was happening. She stopped breathing with the sheer size of of the orgasm, but once she released, she started panting like she had run a marathon. The sight of her squirting sent Travis over the edge and with a final frantic thrust, he emptied himself deep within her. A couple of slow thrusts to ensure he had everything deep within her ended Travis. 

He fell sideways onto the rug, bringing her with him. His cock was still nestled in her, keeping himself connected to her. She was quiet for longer than Travis was happy about. He gently ran his hand across her face and up into her hair. Similar to him, she was covered in sweat, but she never looked more beautiful. “Baby, Tay, are you OK”. Travis was searching her eyes, trying to find any sign he had hurt her. “Hmm, Imgoodtrav” she mumbled all in one word. Her brain still foggy. “What that?”, she said, trying to lift an arm up, but only managing a bit of a twitch. Travis chuckled slightly. “You doing ok, have I rattled a few things in there hey?” He says, running his fingers through her hair again. “You squirted baby, the prettiest thing I have ever seen. How did it feel?” She looks at him again, then down to where they are still connected. She can see it now. Travis is covered with liquid, coating his thick layer of hair, as well as there being a fairly decent patch on the rug. “Something felt different when you started to pound into me. Pulling me up like that must have done it. Fuck that was so hot, but damn I’m exhausted. There is no way I could do that every time”. Taylor had started to get her brain and words working again. Travis laughs out loud, bringing her to him for a kiss. “Tay, that sounds like a challenge to me.” He watches her eyes go wide and slowly smiles at him. “Maybe it is, but lets do it somewhere a little better suited. Now I am going to have to either get that rug dry cleaned, or throw it out, and I liked that rug”. She pouted slightly. “There is no way that rug is getting thrown out, every time I look at that rug, I am going to get hard thinking about fucking you til you squirted. Best Christmas present ever, like I said”. With a gentle chuckle, she runs her hand down his cheek, “Merry Christmas Travis”.

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Assuming this is Travis in the corner - what is that thumb ring? He wasn’t wearing it when he walked in.

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Red Ribbon

Taylor had seen a photo of Travis wearing the Santa hat at the chiefs Christmas party. Seeing him smiling, eyes crinkled, how could she not send him a little note. She was away in new york that weekend, so she couldn’t go with him. She knew she had to go to those meetings, but she really was upset that she couldn’t see the rest of the team let their hair down slightly. 

Sending a text to him with the picture she saw, she tells him that he looks so sweet and that he should bring the hat home. That she would love to get a present from that particular Santa. She says she is on the plane and should be home in a few hours. 

Travis receives the text and smirks. Hmm, he might make this interesting. He writes back saying he brought the hat home anyway (secretly he’s always wanted to be a Santa to the neighbour kids). Then he gets an idea. He goes searching for something that he hopes is now in the house. Since Taylor has integrated into his life, little bits and pieces start to appear in their home. Things like boxes of ribbons and wrapping paper. Now fully stocked due to the holidays. He goes into her music room, that has becomes a total wrapping station - paper, glitter, ribbons, bows - everything you could think of - sitting right there. On the corner of the table he found what he wanted. A roll of thick red ribbon. The plan is taking shape in his head. 

He texts back asking her to let him know when she is 20 mins away from home, he has a bit of a surprise for her. She acknowledges the request and Travis nods his head and picks up the ribbon. 

As requested, Taylor sends Travis a note when she’s 20 minutes from the house. Travis gets up from the couch, turns ESPN off and heads upstairs. Taylor opens the door, expecting to find Travis waiting for her. Why else would he want to know when she was due home? But the house is quiet. TV isn’t on, amazingly, and she can’t see him anyway. She drops her bag by the door and continues into the house. “Travis, you about?” She calls out. “Upstairs Tay”. She makes her way up the stairs, stopping at the top. Looking around, she still can’t see him. Slowly she heads into the bedroom and there she sees him. Travis is standing in the middle of the room, in nothing but a Santa hat and a ribbon. A red ribbon tied very neatly around the base of his cock, that he is slowly stroking. Her mouth somehow goes dry and waters at the same time. The sight of this man, broad and strong, stoking his cock watching her. She moves her eyes from his cock up to his face. Again, he has that same smile - the one with the crinkly eyes. “Santa has a present for you” is all he says. She snorts, but plays along. “Oh does he?”, Taylor replies. “Yep, do you want to open it?” Travis’ eyes sparkle. Taylor bites her bottom lips and nods. “Well come on over, can you guess what it is?”. At that Taylor lets out a throaty laugh. Travis hasn’t stopped stroking himself, but he is doing it slow enough to keep himself excited, but not go too far. 

Taylor slowly walks over to him, swinging her hips at the same time. “Hmm, I wonder what Santa got me', she says as she stops just in front of him. She goes to reach for him, but stops. Travis was expecting her to pull the ribbon off, but Taylor has other ideas. She gets on her knees in front of him, looking up through her lashes. God she is beautiful he thinks. She removes his hand from his cock then she does something he wasn’t expecting. She gently reaches for an end of the ribbon, lightly breathing on him at the same time. She takes an end in her teeth and tugs gently. The ribbon comes undone, but still hangs from the base of his cock. Taylor looks up at him one more time before nuzzling under his cock to lick a strip from the ribbon up to the tip. She circles him again and gently pops him into her mouth. Travis lets out a deep groan, happy that she is finally touching him. He had been stroking himself since she messaged him. He was so excited tying the ribbon - waiting for her reaction. To be honest he probably could have stayed hard without any help. He hadn’t seen Taylor for a few days, so just waiting for her to come back made him hard. 

He looks down at her, their eyes meet, then Taylor does the best thing ever. She slowly moves her mouth down his cock. Taking more and more until she reaches the ribbon at the base. Travis’ hands involuntarily move to the back of her head, gathering her hair into one and the other gently resting on the back of her head. She moves back to the tip again and twirls her tongue. Travis lets out another growl and his breath starts to become a little shallow. Taylor then takes one hand and cups his balls, rolling slightly to give him another sensation to adjust to. Travis shifts his stance to allow her more room, but also allowing himself to get a better balance. “Fuck Tay, your mouth is like heaven. I’ve missed you so much baby”. He gently rubs the back of her head as she looks up at him again. Then she did something she has never done before. She lifts her other hand to cover his on the back of his head. She pushes onto his hand, pushing her further onto his cock. “Tay”, is all he says. She locks eyes with him and pushes his hand again, pushing his cock back down her throat again. Once she is touching the ribbon again, she drops her hand. He gets what she is telling him. What she is letting her do to him. “Fuck, OK”, Travis says as he pulls her off him again, keeping his tip around her beautiful red lips. “I swear, if it’s too much stop me. Please Tay'. Somehow he is still able to have a serious conversation while she is on her knees in front of him. They have only done this a couple of times, and he knows that there is a fine line between making him feel great and hurting her. She pops his cock out, “I will, I promise. But this is my Christmas present, and I want to suck your soul out through your cock”. Travis just looks at her with his jaw open. This is the Taylor that people don’t see. And they never will. She gives his balls a tug again to get his attention, then his instincts take over. He pushes her down his cock at the same time of moving his hips forward. Taylor’s nose brushes his pubic hair and he lets out a noise that even he does’t know. The feeling of her lips and throat around him turns him feral. Again, he widens his stance and one last time looks down at Taylor for approval. She just hums around him and slams herself down his cock. Gagging slightly at his size, the movement shocks Travis out of his thoughts. Now he has her OK, he goes for it. Building his pace, he thrusts into her, getting stronger and stronger. Her hand is still on his balls, the other is on his thigh for support. He growls as he feels her throat constrict, trying to get air in. He pulls out completely to give her a quick breath, and it almost does him in. Eyes watering with a little mascara running down her cheek. Lips swollen with her red lipstick and drool across her mouth. Fuck he is going to explode. He takes her again, guides his cock back into her waiting mouth and starts to really fuck her. “Baby, this isn’t going to last much longer”, is all Travis can get out as her grunts into her. The occasional gag and slurping sounds are enough to push Travis over the edge. One final thrust, lips reaching the ribbon again, Travis erupts down her throat. Taylor can feel him pulsing in her, so she swallows while he is still in her. This causes him to shake violently and push himself in one last time. Taylor’s nose pushed deep into his pubic bone. 

He releases her immediately and looks down at her. To him she is a vision - hair askew, drool and her lipstick across her face and a stray tear. He grabs her by the arms and brings her up to her feet, standing in front of his naked body. He pats her hair gently, looking her in the eye. 'Are you OK? I didn’t hurt you did I?” Taylor just smiles at him, runs her hand along his beard, and goes to kiss him. He can taste himself on her lips, but he doesn’t care. Pulling back, she looks at him. “Merry Christmas to me. And I’m fine. I keep telling you Travis, I won’t break, and sometimes I like getting a little filthy”. Travis mirrors her, caressing her cheek, “Well you know that naughty girls don’t get presents from Santa”. She chuckles at his comment and looks down his body. “If that was for me being good, fuck what do I get for being naughty?” Travis sucks in a breath. “I’m sure I could think of a few things”. Taylor looks at his cock, softening but not entirely, red lipstick ring and the ribbon still there. Darker from the saliva and fluids out of Taylor’s mouth. She gently grabs the ribbon and slides it slowly off Travis. Quickly wrapping it around her neck, she uses it to tie her hair back. She smirks when she sees Travis’ eyes darken. 'What, I don’t know where my hair tie is', Taylor says as she slowly walks out of the room. 

Now a thought comes into Taylors head. She is going to have to search for some even wider ribbon. There might be a present that Travis can unwrap next. 

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Is it just me, or is there a little bit of grey going on in the front? Silver fox incoming 🦊😍

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Reckon he took the hat home?

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Random thought. So the rumour is that the last show is going to go for an extra hour. Now I’m not great at timezones, but I think I worked out that Travis could get there about 11. Imagine, if at the end of Karma, Travis just walks down the stage as she’s singing “Karma is the guy on the chiefs, coming straight home to me”. I can literally picture it in my head.

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another scrappy win from the chiefs. Have to say kelce looked pretty pissed as he walked off the field. No handshakes or anything - straight to the tunnel.

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So do we think that the changes to the bodysuits for the second half of the tour was literally because Taylor now has such a supportive partner that is

1. Secure in his relationship

2. Thinks she is banging hot and should show it off

The change in the outfits across the back half of the tour seem to signify a shift. Good on her for feeling comfortable to wear what she wants, and good on Travis for giving her the confidence to. I bet he was her biggest fan during the try one

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When you live on the other side of the world and there are no fanfics to read for the night. Sigh

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Goldeneye - chapter 1

It had been a long few months leading up to the premiere. Travis had been criss crossing the globe for over 3 months. You couldn’t be prouder of him and what he has achieved. Topped with his NFL commitments, and it was a very hard few months. You would have loved to have been there with him, but you couldn’t leave for that amount of time. Facetime became your best friend, as well as the internet. You actually couldn’t breath when you saw the pictures of him from Cannes. There was a very steamy Facetime session the day after you saw him in that white jacket. There may have been a little Bond role play that night. He always took it in his stride, and it made you love him even more that he indulged you in that fantasy. 

You had organized two weeks off work once Travis had finished press, so it could just be the two of you. Finally a holiday and some time together. Travis had organized everything about the trip. All you knew was that you were leaving on Monday night and he was going to meet you at the airport. He was coming straight from the last press day, so you wouldn’t see him before. Once you arrived at the airport, you were ushered into the first class lounge for British Airways. You looked around the busy room until your eyes landed on him. Your heart skipped a beat as you watched him for a moment. He was on his phone, in his own little world. As if he could feel you enter the room, he looked up and locked eyes with you. Your knees went weak as he produced one of the best smiles on Travis you have ever seen. Once your legs agreed with your brain, you made your way over to where he was sitting. He had two glasses of champagne, as well as a cheese board waiting. 

‘Hey sweetie, aren’t you a sight for sore eyes’, Travis said as he ushered you to sit down next to him. Even with the Facetime, there was nothing like hearing him speak in the flesh. That voice does all types of things to you.

“I have missed you so much” you whisper, gripping his shirt as you pull him in for a huge hug. Lips are drawn together and for a moment you both forget where you are. Hell, you haven’t seen each other for 3 months, you are lucky you don’t strip off in the middle of the lounge and go at it like rabbits. 

‘Are you going to tell me where we are going” you say as you make yourself comfortable and sip on the champagne.

‘Well I can’t keep the flight a surprise can I? Travis replies with a smirk. 

‘What are you up to?” you don’t trust that look.

“Nothing sweetie, I just want it to be a surprise” he says back to you as he also picks up his glass of champagne. 

“To us and our adventure” Travis toasts. You clink glasses and stare into each other’s eyes. You are really regretting not seeing him before now – you don’t know how you are going to keep your hands off him. 

Soon an announcement comes across the lounge for first class boarding to New York. Travis stands and holds his hand out for you. 

“That’s us – come on”. You stare at him with your mouth open. 

“We are going to New York” you squeal, starting to bounce in your seat. 

“Well we are heading through New York” he says, with that smirk on his face again. You were too excited to realize the meaning of his words, as you head toward the boarding gate. 

10 hours later and you land at JFK. You were never a good flyer, so you didn’t get any sleep on the plane. Travis is a seasoned traveller, so he was able to get some shut eye and relax as you flew across the Atlantic. You started to head towards the baggage claim when Travis pulled you in the opposite direction. 

“What are you doing, we need to get our bags” you say, a little shorter than you meant to. Sleep deprivation will do that to you. 

Travis smiles at you tenderly and takes your hand, “Don’t you remember sweetie, I said we were heading through New York”. 

You look at him confused, “what do you mean, we aren’t having our holiday in New York?”. 

“Nope”. You wait for him to continue his sentence, but he doesn’t say another word. Just takes your hand in his and gently pulls you towards the private terminal. 

Travis takes control of the situation and ushers you through the private doors into a little boarding gate. Asking you to take a seat, he walks up to the counter and has a conversation with the flight staff. You can’t hear what he is saying, but you don’t mind. You are just happy to stare at your gorgeous boyfriend for a while. He turns round and catches you. A blush rising on your cheeks. Travis drops another megawatt smile, and again you are happy you are sitting down. He saunders over to you and holds out his hand. 

‘I promise this is the last leg” he can see how tired you are. He hates to see you like this, but knows that it will all be worth it in the end. 

“Alright, but are you going to tell me where we are going now?

“I’ll give you a clue. Bond, James Bond” he says and hits you with a cheshire smile and eyes crinkling. Again, glad you are sitting down cause you would be a puddle on the floor with that look. You look at him like a confused puppy with a head tilt. “What?” your tired brain can’t keep up. “Trust me sweetie. All will be revealed very soon”. He leads you out of the terminal and onto a private jet. You have never been on one before, so Travis is keen to see how you react.

“Did you do all this for me? You know I don’t have to have all these luxuries.”

“I know, but now I can spend a little time with you, and the best thing, there is a bed in the back.” You give him a look that could turn fire to ice. You had been away from each other for months, but sex was the last thing you were thinking of right now. You couldn’t even think straight you were so tired. “Nothing like that” he chuckles, “I just know that you haven’t slept and we have another 5 hours or so. Come on love, let’s get some sleep”. He waits for the pilot to come over the intercom and inform us we are at cruising altitude. He stands and you blink at him slowly. He can tell you are out on your feet. He pulls you to stand beside him and he leads you towards the back of the plane. Hands resting gently on your shoulders, he steers you towards a room that holds a king bed. At this point in time, it is the best thing you have ever seen. Travis sits you on the bed and takes your shoes off, his follow and he leans you back onto the bed. He curls up behind you and brings his arm across your stomach to shift you closer to him. You love being the little spoon to his big spoon. You don’t even feel him gently kiss you neck before you are out like a light. Travis got sleep on the previous flight, so he just held you as you finally caught up on the sleep you have missed in the last 12 hours. 

The flight crew quietly knock on the door to alert Travis that you will be landing shortly. He squeezed your middle and brings you closer to him so he can start to nibble your earlobe. He hears you breathing change and a soft moan leave your lips. 

“We are about to land, sweetie. Time to get up”. You let out another groan, and slowly sit up. 

“How long was I out for?” you ask as you rub your eyes and attempt to fix your hair. “It was a good 5 hours. You needed it love” he says tenderly, watching you put your shoes on. 

As you make your way back to the seats located at the front of the plane, your brain is starting to work again. 

“What did you mean by Bond” you quiz him as he sits down next to you and buckles his seatbelt. 

As he opens his mouth, the intercom comes to life again. “We are just about to land at Ian Fleming International Airport, Jamaica. Weather is a balmy 28 degrees and there is not a cloud in the sky”. 

Travis just smiles at you as you start to put all the pieces together. Months ago on a weekend when Travis was at home, you were talking about your holiday wishlist. You wanted somewhere peaceful, secluded and above all, paradise. There were the usual suspects – Tahiti, Maldives, but it was too common. Too commercial. You found reference to a resort called Goldeneye. A private resort in Jamaica where Ian Fleming penned most of the Bond novels. It was perfect, and a place of fantasies, but it was closed for renovations. 

“But it was closed”, you say, staring out the window of the plane. 

“I made a few calls after we talked. You looked so excited as we were discussing it. It is actually back open for business, but they haven’t announced it. That means we have the entire resort to ourselves” Travis finishes as he looks you in the eye, takes your hand and kisses your knuckles. 

“That’s what the smirk was for”. You say, touching his cheek. The thicker stubble from the last day’s travelling starting to come through. “You had all this planned for weeks, didn’t you”. It dawns on you that this was organized before Cannes. “The white jacket” you state. He just smiles and kisses you deeply. “Had to give you something to fulfill your fantasy until the trip. My stylist couldn’t understand why I was insisting on a white jacket. Our little secret” he says, bopping my nose.

The plane lands and soon we are both hit with the warm tropical air of Jamaica. There is a black range rover waiting for us on the tarmac. “After you”, Travis says as he assists you up into the car. 

“Welcome to Jamaica”, the driver announces as you get yourself settled. “It’s about 10 mins to Goldeneye, so make yourself comfortable, and we will be there before you know it”. Travis watches you, as you watch the scenery go by. You can’t believe that you are here. That Travis has done all of this for you. 

“Are you happy?” Travis suddenly asks. You turn around from the window and lock eyes with him. There is a moment of silence, before the biggest smile lands on your face. “Travis, I have never been more happy”, you announce. “I can’t tell you how much you mean to me and how spoilt I am that you have done this for me”. You start to get a little emotional, and Travis can see your eyes start to glisten. Without saying a word, he pulls you over to him and wraps you in his arms. “There is nothing that I wouldn’t do for you”, he states – determined. “You are my world and I want to share everything with you. My failures, my success and everything in-between. I have the ability to give this to you, and I want to make your dreams come true”. He gives you a final squeeze as the car pulls up to the entrance to the resort. It was something out of a travel catalogue. Palm trees, white sand, crystal clear blue water with gentle waves, and the best thing of all, not a soul in sight. 

Travis winked at you as he got out of the car and made his way to your door. Ever the gentleman you thought, as he opened your door and helped you out. Any opportunity to get his hands on you, he would take it. Squeezing your knee in the car, leading you toward your destination with his hand on your lower back, anything to be in close proximity. 

Travis checks in and comes walking over to you with the keycard in hand, and a staff member in tow. 

“Welcome to Goldeneye”, she says with a slight British accent. “The resort is still technically closed due to the renovations, so it is just yourselves for the next two weeks. We have you at the Santa Maria Island. The most secluded villa in the resort. Activities within the resort includes a museum of Bond paraphernalia in the big house, as well as water sports on the beach. The restaurants are closed at the moment, but if you would like to dine in the resort, please let me know and we can accommodate you by opening the restaurant. There is also room service that can be delivered if you do not feel like going out. At this, you look directly at Travis and raise your eyebrows. It’s now his turn to turn a nice shade of pink. “Last but not least, we have a full beauty service, including couples massages, if this is something that is appealing”. You smile as she finishes her introduction speech and ushers the bellboy to come and take your bags. “If you will follow Victor, he will show you to your villa”. Travis takes your hand as you follow Victor down a paved path. Passing smaller villas and rooms with access to the beach, you are lead across a little bridge. “Welcome to Santa Maria Island”. You watch as the most beautiful villa you have ever seen in your life comes into view. It is surrounded by palm tress, giving it the secluded feel, as well as being incredibly private. 

“This is the only island we have on the resort. You are surrounded by a little moat, with the bridge being the only access”. You take everything in and find Travis doing the same thing. “This is a dream” you whisper, thinking you have said it to yourself. “It is, isn’t it? But dreams come true”, Travis says, “I have you, don’t I?” Your heart melts as he smiles ‘your’ smile and walks through the doors of the villa. It is light and airy, with open expanses looking out to the water. You walk further into the villa and see a fully stocked kitchen. Anything you could ever want was in that kitchen, but it was past the kitchen that took your breath away. In front of you was a four poster, king size bed, with the softest white linen you have ever seen. You stand in the doorway, trying to take everything in, when you feel two strong arms come around your waist. “What do you think sweetie, did I do good?” 

“Oh, you did so good”, you say as you turn around in his arms and kiss him. The kiss becomes heated as his hands start to wander up your back and yours across his chest. Breaking for air, Travis continues to kiss down your neck and gravitating towards that special spot that makes your knees weak. You moan loudly as he sucks on that spot. You are sure it is going to leave a mark, but with the resort deserted, he can do anything he wants to you for the next two weeks.

Instead of leading you towards the bed, he leads you back towards the large open doors. There you see a totally secluded back garden, with an outdoor shower situated in the centre. The sun is streaming into the space and all of a sudden, you really just want to have a shower. You turn to Travis, cheeks flush from your earlier activities, and state “I want to have a shower”. It takes a moment for him to realize what you mean, and when he works it out, his eyes get dark with arousal and anticipation. You hadn’t meant it like that, but seeing the change in him made you start to get aroused. 

He lets go of you and starts to slowly remove your clothes. You are happy to be out of them as they smell like planes and stale air. Your shirt is pulled over your head, as Travis just stares at your chest. He always does it, like a teenager admiring a girl for the first time. His eyes slowly reach yours and he states “you are so beautiful. I don’t know what I did to deserve you, but I will show you every day what you mean to me”. Again, your eyes start to fill with tears as he shows you all the affection that is in him. You run your hands down his shirt, feeling his muscles contract as you go. You grab the hem of his shirt and pull it over his head. He helps slightly by bending his knees so he is closer to your height. Now it’s your time to stare. The NFL will always keep him in shape, but he must have been hitting the gym while he was on the press tour. You swear he is bigger than when you left. You try not to drool as your eyes run from his chest, thick with hair, down his flat stomach to the little trail of hair running under his pants. He lets you stare as your hand reaches out to place it over his heart. He looks down and covers your hand with his. “You are the shining light in my life” you say quietly. Trying to sort your words out. “I am so happy to be in your world, and share everything with you, good or bad”. You go quiet and Travis knows you are trying to get your emotions in check. He stand still, waiting. Once he sees you take a relaxing breath, he knows you have composed yourself. You look at him again and gasp when you see how dark his eyes have become. 

“There is something I want to do” Travis says lowly as he leads you further outside. As he leads you towards the outdoor shower, he continues to remove your clothes. Your bra comes off, followed by your pants. As the same time, you are frantically trying to get Travis’s pants off. You struggle with his belt and he chuckles as you let out a frustrated huff. He puts his hands over yours to still them. “This isn’t about me at the moment sweetie, this is all for you”. You stare at him as he slowly kneels and places his hands on each hip. He drags your panties down your thighs, kissing both hip bones as he goes. You hear him suck in a breath, “Sweetie, is this for me?” Removing your panties has revealed your fully smooth pussy. “I’ve been getting laser while you have been away. Do you like it?” You start to feel self conscious as he just stares. “Do I like it, love, this is spectacular. I can see you flush with arousal, see those lips turn a lovely shade of pink. I can see you dripping with want and know that it is all for me”. You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding as his finger reaches out and touches your pussy lips. You had just had a session, so you are particularly sensitive. You suck a breath in as Travis looks up at you. “It’s a bit sensitive”, you say, as Travis smirks and runs his finger along again. You shiver, and slightly shift you legs open to give Travis better access. 

Travis stands, leans around you and turns the outdoor shower on. It is only now that you realize you are standing outside completely naked. You start to panic and Travis can see your body stiffen. He puts your head in his hands and looks directly into your eyes. “No-one can see you here. We are all by ourselves. Don’t worry about prying eyes, don’t worry about company and most importantly, don’t worry about people hearing us”, he says as he walks you into the shower spray and drops his hand to your pussy. You moan loudly as his fingers start to slowly circle your clit, combining with the water trailing down your body. You look at him in shock, but he smiles and leans in to give you a deep, toe curling kiss. He pulls away, wet from the spray, and instructs you to put your hands over his shoulders and interlock your fingers. You question him silently, but comply with his instructions. As soon as you do, you understand why. Travis moves his hand toward your entrance as his thumb replaces his finger on your clit. He starts rubbing in earnest, as your knees buckle. Travis chuckles to himself and continues his movements. He continues to kiss you, tongues dominating for control. You moan louder as Travis inserts one finger. “So wet, sweetie. Does this make you shiver?” he says as he puts another finger inside you sopping passage and pushes harder on your clit. Your eyes roll back in your head as you struggle to get a breath. “Tra, Tra, Trav”, you stutter as he start a steady pace with his fingers. In and out, in and out, and you are starting to get close. You can feel the pressure in the base of you stomach as Travis picks up the pace one more time. The fingers that aren’t inside you are running along your freshly smooth lips and it causes you to violently shiver. Travis sees this and stops for a moment. “Are you OK, is this too much” he asks with concern. You would tell me if I ever did anything too much, wouldn’t you?”. 

“First of all, you know I would always tell you if I wasn’t comfortable with something. Second of all, if you don’t finish what you started, I am going to combust”. Travis hits you with a megawatt smile, realizing what you said. “Only I can make you do this” he says as he doubles his efforts. His fingers are pumping into you at an increased rate, his thumb is rolling and tapping your clit with no rhythm to follow and now he grabs hold of one of your nipples and sucks. Travis knows what sucking on one of those little nubs will do to you, so he rolls it round his tongue, then shifts to the other one. Making sure it isn’t neglected. All the while you are getting closer to orgasm, and soon you can’t make any words. You are moaning and trying to say Travis’s name as you tighten your hold around his neck. Travis feels the shift in your posture, and whispers one last time “Cum for me sweetie. Let me feel you”. 

“I..I..I’m cum” is all you can get out before the first waves of your orgasm hit you. It has been over 3 months since Travis has had his hands on you and this time it feels different. You start to feel liquid seep from you, as Travis continues to plunge into your pussy. “That’s it, yes, cum for me”, Travis encourages as you feel a second wave hit you. This one causes your ears to ring and your eyesight to fade. Your knees finally give out, as Travis catches you with his spare arm. The only thing holding you up at the moment are Travis’s fingers deep in your pussy, and his arm around your waist. He holds you to him, watching you twitch and shake as you come down from your high. 

Once you return from you outer body experience, Travis smiles lovingly at you and tenderly kisses your nose. “What happened, something was different that time”, you ask him as you slowly release you hands from around his neck. “You squirted sweetie. I am guessing you have never done that before?” You look at him embarrassed and shake your head. “Hey, don’t be embarrassed. That was the sexiest thing I have ever seen. It means I am doing my job right if I can make you do that. It is the most intense orgasm a woman can have”, Travis states as he pushes you back under the water spray. After everything that has just happened, you forgot you were actually supposed to be having a shower. “I wonder if it’s because I’m bare now” you wonder out loud. Travis looks at you, kneeling in front of the discussed subject, and lightly washes you. He can see how sensitive you still are, so he is gentle with his movements. “It could be, I would need to run multiple experiments to know for certain”. You smack Travis slightly on the shoulder as he stands again, shutting off the shower.

It’s only now that you can see how hard he is. The boxers that didn’t get removed before you got in the shower are plastered to his body, with his cock clearly defined. Your mouth waters as you look at the specimen of a man that is standing in front of you. You lean into him, and start to run your hands down his chest again. He knows that you are insinuating, and he stops your hands and looks you in the eye. “You know I don’t expect you to do that, don’t you?” He says, making your heart skip a beat. “It is never about that. It’s not a tit for tat situation. I love making you feel good and there is nothing better in this world than hearing you moan my name as you clamp around my fingers”. You turn red at his words, but find your voice. “I know that Travis, and that is one of the things I love about you. You have never pressured me into anything I didn’t want to do, but trust me my love, I haven’t seen you in 3 months, and I definitely need this”, you say as you reach out and feel him through his boxers. He moans deeply as you rest your hands on the top of his boxers. Now it’s your time to smirk as you see Travis catch his breath. Your fingers trace across the top of his hips, slowly pulling his boxers down. You hate to admit it, but you turn into a schoolgirl when you haven’t seen Travis in a while. You are fascinated by his cock and how it behaves. It usually has a mind of its own. Now is no exception, as it twitches of its own accord.

You pull his boxers down and Travis sighs with the release of pressure that was confining his member. His cock springs forward, smacking his stomach and coming to rest perpendicular from his thighs. Your mouth actually waters as you watch his cock throb and grow ever larger. He is thick and long enough to fit you perfectly. His head is a deep purple, showing just how aroused he has been. There is a drop of precum that you can’t wait to taste. You look at him one more time through your lashes as you reach out, grab his base and gently lick the precum from the tip of his cock. He moans loudly and drops his head back. You hadn’t touched him for 3 months, and he missed the feel of your hands and mouth. It was never the same with his own hand. You run your tongue down the length of him, feeling his vein on the underside. You see him shiver and you know you are on the right track. “It’s been a while, you know”, Travis states as you take another swipe at his tip. His voice growing thicker the more he aroused he becomes. It has always turned you on. “I don’t know if I am going to last very long”. You take that as a challenge, and move his head into your waiting mouth. With covered teeth and a flat tongue, you feed him in. Travis can’t believe what is happening. Your mouth is so hot and feels great around his throbbing cock. He has waited so long. His breath stuttered and you know he is close. You double your efforts and take the length of him in your mouth. He hits the back of your throat, but you don’t mind. You have always been able to take him all the way in. Something he had never experienced before, especially given his size.

You bob quicker, while reaching under your chin to take hold of his balls. They are hot and heavy in your hand, indicating that Travis hadn’t taken care of himself for a while. You roll them gently around you fingers, and watch as his knees buckle slightly. Taking his cock out of your mouth, you stop and ask, “You haven’t taken care of yourself? How have you been managing?”. He looks down at you lovingly, putting his hand through your hair and replies “It’s just not the same without you. There is no comparison to your hand and your mouth on me. I knew we were coming away, so I held off. It’s been a hell of a week. Ask the press team, I have been a sexually frustrated mess!” You give him a sympathetic smile and agree that you feel the same way. With the knowledge of how close he is, you get back to the job at hand. With Travis’ hand in your hair, gently pushing you back on his cock, he sets the tempo. You get back into your rhythm, and soon you have him moaning again. Taking his balls again, you can feel them, full, then start to pull up. You know his release is immanent, so you go at him full force.

He stutters you name and tries to pull you off his thickening cock. He does it every time. He thinks that you don’t like him cumming in your mouth, but it makes you feel so powerful knowing that you do that to him. “Oh God, oh God that’s good”, comes the thickest words so far. With one last tug of his balls and dip of your head - nose bumping his pubic bone, he stills and starts to shot his load down your throat. Rope after rope hits your mouth as you swallow around him. The contraction causes him to howl as the sensitive tip is incased with warmth. When he has finished twitching, you release him from your mouth, and give him a gentle kiss on his tip. He slumps down beside you as his legs finally give way. You stare at his face, flush from arousal and his release, and wait for him to come back to himself. Once his eyes find you again, you see the best thing ever. A smile that he reserves for you only. The smile that makes your insides twist, your heart contract and your cheeks to flush. “Sweetie, I don’t have any words. I love you so much. You know I never expect that from you, but I have to say, you are very good at it”. He chuckles as he pulls you closer to him. 

At this point, you are lying on the grass, alongside the shower. Travis stands, in all his naked glory and wanders into the villa. He emerges, cock swinging from side to side against his thighs (making that schoolgirl come out again), with a large blanket to lie on. Travis knows that you have delicate skin and have a habit of getting a rash from certain grass. You stand and watch the muscles of his back ripple and move while he places the blanket where he wants it. Once happy with the result, he stands and reaches for your hand. Bringing you down to the middle of the blanket, you bask in the warm afternoon sun. There isn’t direct sun (that could cause some interesting sunburnt areas) but there is enough heat from the afternoon air to keep you warm. Lying side by side, your hands roam across each other. Gentle caresses and touches from loving partners that haven’t seen each other for months. You are both comfortable in the silence that you have created. A little bubble of love that blocks out the rest of the world. You roll over slightly and lie on your back. Letting the warmth spread across your body. You feel Travis shift beside you. You raise to your elbows to see what he is doing. You watch him staring at your bare pussy. Again. You start to feel worried, and you subconsciously start to shift your legs away. Travis stops you and gently puts his hand on your hip. “Don’t do that love. I am just having a closer look. I have never seen your little pussy like this and I am intrigued. It looks so delicate without any coverage”. 

“Are you sure you like it? I didn’t know if I should do the whole thing, but they talked me into it”. 

“Well, I’m glad they did”, Travis murmured as he pried your legs open to get a better look. “I love that I can see you getting wet. You are, aren’t you love?” he asked as he runs his finger along one of your lips. You shiver again with the sensitivity. “You are sensitive. Why is that?” he asked, more to himself. “It’s because there was hair covered the skin. Now, with no hair, the skin is more sensitive. Even running your finger across it feels fantastic.” Travis smiles and runs his finger along your lips again. 

This is it, you think. You muster all your courage, as you are still a little shy when it comes to asking for things sexually. “Travis”, he stops what he is doing and looks you in the eye. “Um, could you, I mean would you” you start to lose your nerve. “It’s only me sweetie. What would you like, you can tell me.” You suck in a breath and ask as your cheeks turn bright red, “would you touch me, with your face and your tongue. Seeing as I am so sensitive, I think your stubble would do crazy things to me”.

“You mean eat you out? Travis replies, smiling. You nod, not having the courage to use those words. He looks down at your bare pussy, squeezes your hip and proceeds to move down your body. You let out a breath as he rests between your thighs. Looking up at you one last time, you smile and give him a small nod of reassurance. That is all Travis needs to start proceedings. He shifts you so both legs are resting over his shoulders. In this position, there isn’t much you can do. You are pinned by his hands on either one of your hips, with you legs in the air. You can feel his breath as he gets closer to your core. With slow and deliberate moves, Travis swipes his tongue from your entrance all the way to your clit. You arms give way as you fall back to the blanket. The noises you make encourage Travis as he grabs hold of your clit and sucks with earnest. You try and shift your hips to get closer, but Travis holds you still. You will probably have bruises when this is finished, but you don’t care. Travis shifts and starts to rub his nose against your clit while his chin and lips, covered with his stubble, tickle your sensitive flesh. The sensations you are feeling are incredible. He stops after hearing the noises you are making to check if you are OK. There was nothing like the feelings you were having right now, and you told Travis as such. 

“God you taste like heaven” Travis commented as he removed his mouth from you. You whined as you lost the connection from his mouth. “Will you let me try something”, Travis asks as you look down at him. “OK”, is the only word that comes to mind. Travis gives you a look, a look that you know well. He is going to do something that is going to blow your mind. He leans back down to your pussy, and runs a finger around your entrance. He slowly inserts one, then two fingers, all the while holding his hand above your mound. He curls his fingers just the right way and pushes down with his other hand, and you start to see stars. He know exactly where that little spongy spot it that sets you off. It’s what he does next that surprises you. He starts to rub his mouth and chin across your clit and pussy lips. The longer stubble from the travel is rubbing across your sensitive skin and you actually stop breathing. The noise that comes out of your mouth is somewhere between a scream and a moan, and Travis knows he is on the right track. He continues to rub himself around you, fingers pumping and clit being tickled with the alphabet he is performing with his tongue. You get higher and higher in your noises, and Travis knows you are there. With a final push, your toes curl, your thighs clamp around Travis’s head and your back arches off the blanket. He has managed to give you another earth shattering orgasm, with just his fingers and tongue. What did you do to deserve him? Again, it takes you a moment to come back down to earth, but when you do, you look down to get a look at Travis. His nose, mouth and chin are covered in your juices. You should be embarrassed at what he has just done, but it is actually the hottest thing and the look on his face will keep you warm on cold nights when he is away. He stalks up your body and kisses you deeply again. You can taste your essence on his tongue, but that doesn’t stop you. 

You look into his eyes and see so much love. He brings his body down to rest along yours. Not squashing you at all, and taking all the weight on his arms. You instinctively widen your legs for him to fit inside. It’s at that point that you feel his cock resting on your stomach. He is hard again. You look down between you and back to his face. “This is what you do to me. I can go all day with you making those noises. How are you feeling, did that meet expectations?” Travis has always been very open about sex and checking on you at every stage. You were never comfortable with talking about sex, but Travis has worked with you during your relationship to help you express yourself. You still have your moments, like before, but you have gotten much better. “That was mind-blowing”, you say with a chuckle. “I have never felt anything like that. I think we might need to keep this”, you say, running your hands along his stubbled chin. “Whatever you desire sweetie”, Travis softly kisses your fingers rubbing across his lips.

You gently peck his lips as he settles himself against you. Now his cock is lying right at the top of your mound. You lift your hips slightly and Travis understands what you want. “Are you sure, we can wait a while if you want. Recover”. You both have great stamina, always going multiple rounds. And with the time apart, you may create a new record on this trip. You look at him, smile again and wrap your hand around his cock. You draw it through your pussy lips and to your entrance. “Do you feel how wet I am? I love your fingers and your mouth, but nothing beats your cock filling me and I haven’t had this in 3 months”. Travis drops his head to yours as you push his tip in. “You have no idea how long I have waited for this. Lucky that you tugged one out of me before, otherwise this would have been embarrassing” Travis giggles as he slowly pushes in. There is always the slight burn and stretch when Travis enters you, and today is no exemption. He knows he is on the large size, and with him not being in you for 3 months, he knows he had to take his time. “OK, sweetie?” he asks as he slowly pushes himself to the hilt. You feel every inch of him. His thick length and the veins that are protruding into your walls. You let out a puff of air, “just hold still for a moment. Let me get used to you again. You are bigger than anyone I’ve had. Even my buzzy friend when you are away isn’t as big”. Travis does an internal high five to himself as he nestles himself within your hips.

After a moment, you give him a small nod. He knows what he has to do. With a kiss to your lips, he pulls out again, and with the same tempo, pushes back inside you. The feeling is something you have missed for 3 months and it causes you to roll your eyes back in your head and let out the loudest moan so far. Travis is feeling the same way, nothing beats having you wrapped around him. “Do you trust me sweetie” Travis asks, voice thick with arousal and lust. “Of course I do, you know that”. After your confirmation, Travis takes hold of both of your legs and pushes them up over his shoulder. This leaves you wide open with your hips slightly elevated. With the next thrust, Travis pushes in deeper than usual and you scream. He stops to look at you, thinking he has caused you harm. You shake your head and encourage him to continue. He sets a brutal pace, with his cock pounding into you. He is reaching spots that even he hasn’t reached before. The noises you are both making are getting louder, and soon you don’t have control of the volume. Travis shifts slightly, bringing your hips even higher off the round and starts to go faster. He frees one of his hands, and starts to rub your clit. With this being the 3rd round, it is overly sensitive, but he knows how much pressure you can handle. You start to claw at the blanket, trying to find something to ground yourself. Over and over he hits the same spot that is causing your vision to cloud and your eyes to roll. Drops of sweat are starting to form on Travis’s forehead, a combination of the heat of the day and the activities being conducted. You clamber to find something to hold on to. Grabbing his forearm you try and control your breathing, but he is pushing it out of you with every thrust. You can feel Travis reaching his peak at the same time as you. He is starting to lose his rhythm and is starting to circle his hips every couple of thrusts. “CUM”, Travis demands as he feels you start to contract around him. You stop breathing and start shaking as the biggest orgasm you have ever had runs through you. Travis roars as he pushes as far as possible inside you to release. You feel him release, causing you to start contracting again, another mini orgasm hitting you. He collapses on top of you, energy spent with his release. He rolls to the side, bringing you with him, still joined with his cock slowly softening, but not falling out yet. You look at each other, both blissed out. 

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I can’t find a clearer picture of the blue suit in all its glory, but is there anything finer than a man in a crisp white shirt and suit? Honorable mention the the all blue number.

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Finally getting the dress whites 😍

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The tit grab 😂

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