Debil returned from St. Martin's and entered The Jury's by the side door. He rode the lift to his suite, opened the doors, and stopped dead in the hallway. In the small kitchenette Leo stood with her back to him, intent on some culinary task or another. He regarded her long, bare legs and the pretty feet he adored in thick rag-wool socks and his red, red eyes traveled up her legs again to her firm, hard bottom which the tails of his best bespoke Singapore shirt barely covered.
Out the window the air was thin and grey and flecked with rain but the light was strong enough to illuminate the curves of her body through the closely woven fabric. She turned slightly, reaching for a tin on the shelf beside her and for a moment he could see the jut of one nipple poking through, but then she returned to balance and was whole before him once more.
"I know you're back there," she said without turning around.
"I know yours too," the Debil said wryly. "Don't stop me from admiring it."
She laughed after a second and turned and went to him. He set his case on the bright Minton tiles and dropped his damp coat and hat on the hard wooden bench beside the door. Leo moved into his arms and turned her head up for a kiss but the Debil swept her up and spun her around, over an over and over again.
"I love London," she said happily over his shoulder, "we must never leave."
"But, honey," he said stroking her hair and pressing her to him, "you say that every time... what's it been, 300, 400 trips here in shittiest weather on earth? What is it you love so much about it?"
"You. I love you. I love being with you wherever you are." She paused now and dropped to her feet as they stopped spinning. She looked down at his crotch and then slyly back up into his eyes, "And him. I love him," and she pointed at the now swollen mound in the front of his pants, pressing hard against the fabric.
The Debil looked down at her pretty index finger poking the front of his slacks, "You can have him anywhere, baby. Don't need no London."
She took him at his word and gripped his fly and slid it down. His long thick masculinity shot straight out and up against her belly and he sucked in a quick breath and closed his eyes. Leo grabbed at the encapsulated purple head and the long red shaft and pushed him back a little with her other hand. He could feel her nails against his foreskin and gasped as she dug them into his flesh like animal claws, wrenching the tender red flesh fully back from the gleaming, pulsing glans.
Then she softened her grasp and smiled and he opened his eyes and looked into hers which were wide and dark with gleaming amber centers and she turned slowly and passed his erect penis from one hand to the other and bent over the back of the Chesterfield as she pressed his member into her.
For the longest time the Debil felt only intolerable pressure but he was a spectator in all this he knew so he resisted the impulse to grasp her hips and push as hard as he could. And then, slowly, slowly, he felt her lips open and she began working the meat of him inside herself. It was excruciating. He could feel the hot wet liquid core of her swallowing him, centimeter by centimeter, and suddenly he was amazed to realize he was ejaculating into her when no more than the tip of his phallus was inside her.
She barely moved, and the Debil moved not at all and as he watched a flood of semen began to run out of her when the red pole of him was planted. And it would not stop. She continued to slide onto him, slowly carefully and he came until he thought he would scream and then it was over, he couldn't come any more and then, when all his senses were electrified and he could feel her heartbeat through his still pulsing cock she shoved her ass back hard and took his entire length inside of her and he heard her groan, felt the button of her cervix against his tip, and she began moving on him...