Hookup Sex in Ibiza (from a novel)
Sex scene from Domina by L S Hilton
Background
Since opening her own art gallery in Venice, 30-year-old English art gallery dealer Judith Rashleigh—now Elisabeth Teerlinc—can finally stop running. She’s got the paycheck, lifestyle, and wardrobe she always dreamed of, not to mention the interest of a Russian billionaire. Domina luxuriates in the sophistication of the art world, the lush designer garments, the wickedness, and raw sexual energy of the main hero. Her social observations are as neat as Tom Wolfe's and her descriptions of sex very much better.
Here’s a scene where Judith has an impromptu fuck with a random Ibiza party boy from Newcastle, told by Elisabeth, who has just left a billionaire's party after finding it boring :
Two hours later I was sitting in a bar on the port in Ibiza town, the white cone of the old walled city behind me, chasing my second proper drink with my third proper drink, my bags at my feet. It was only about 2:00 AM - early for Ibiza. I was contemplating drink number 4 and then finding a hotel for the night when a gang of lads swarmed over the table next to me - lads definitely - quiffs, tats, gym muscles, cider tans. I sat up straighter, which took rather longer than I expected. They were looking me over and I suddenly felt quite happy to look back.
The dreadlocked waitress appeared, and they ordered beers politely despite the fact that her denim hot pants barely covered half her arse. I liked that.
- “Ask the lady if she'd like a drink then!”
- “Thanks, I'll have a bourbon, neat. “
I liked that too. They shunted their chairs around to make me part of the group and we clinked glasses.
- “What's your name?”
- “Liz! Alright Liz, cheers!”
- First time on the island?
I had been here all of 36 hours myself, but I gave it out like I was an old hand.
- “Yeah, went to Greece last year but it was shite. Too many little k i d s!”
They were from Newcastle, which somehow prompted me to let on that I was from the north too - a fact I'd not divulged to the general public for years. We chatted a bit, and I bought the next round, and they smoked a joint and then one of them was leading me off along the quay, holding my hand while his mates smiled for him, and we were in a cab kissing and his mouth felt soft and sweet and clean.
Their apartment on the high-rise strip in Playa d’en Bossa smelled of cigarette smoke and fresh boy sweat. He found a half-empty bottle of sweet white wine and we drank from it while he took off first my clothes then his own. His tongue entwined with mine. A crimson snake curled up his wrist and splayed its fangs across one smooth shoulder. We sank onto his unmade bed as I stretched my arms luxuriantly above my head. Then he angled his body crosswise over mine, pulling my wrists towards him in one hand while his tongue found my cunt. I told him to keep it flat, steady, gentle and he lapped and probed and got me to the edge, but I bucked him off me and sat up.
- “I want to look at you!”
He stood up, back from the bed and pushed a hand through his hair, eyes down, shy. Beneath the serpent's head, a tumble of black and blue dice spilled across his chest. His waist was beautiful – tight, narrow, the planes of muscle above his hip bones outlined like a sculpture.
- “You look like a Kouros!”
- “What?”
- “Doesn't matter. How old are you?”
- “Nineteen.”
- “Turn around, lift your arms, put your hands on your neck - yes like that!”
I crawled forward across the grubby sheet and reached for him, sliding my hands along the wings of his shoulder blades, somehow so tender and frail. The twin hollows of his lower back were lined with blonde down. I dipped my head and licked his buttocks – reaching, probing with the tip of my tongue deep into the earthy scent of him, until he let out a little gasp then dropped lower, opening gently until I could lave his arsehole. There was an angry constellation of red spots on the underside of his arse, which made me almost love him. I lapped him until his balls were juicy with saliva, then turned and lay back, spreading myself open with two fingers for his eyes.
- “Come here!”
- “You want me to?”
- “Yes, yes I do!”
He slid into me - and maybe it was the weed or the lovely simplicity of it, but we were both laughing. I held him still inside me for a moment, listening for the throb of his blood, then wrapped my thighs tight round his back, taking his weight on me and slowly circled my hips against him - one, two, three, until he groaned and I thought I might lose him - but he flipped me back over, holding my ankles until I was practically standing on my shoulder blades - and then he slammed his length up me in one shuddering stroke and kept at it until I was there again and told him to go faster and I felt my cum start deep behind my cervix and he held me so tight there was only his cock moving and I came the way I pretended to with Stal - head back and screaming for it.
- ” Where do you want it?”
- “On my tits, now!”
The first gush hit me between my ribs then I felt the heat of him dripping over my nipples. I rubbed my fingers in it and had a lick, took a palmful and rubbed it over my clit.
- “Yummy!”
- “Feels like you count was made for my cock!”
- “Tell me that when you fuck me again!”
So he did.
Background
Since opening her own art gallery in Venice, 30-year-old English art gallery dealer Judith Rashleigh—now Elisabeth Teerlinc—can finally stop running. She’s got the paycheck, lifestyle, and wardrobe she always dreamed of, not to mention the interest of a Russian billionaire. Domina luxuriates in the sophistication of the art world, the lush designer garments, the wickedness, and raw sexual energy of the main hero. Her social observations are as neat as Tom Wolfe's and her descriptions of sex very much better.
Here’s a scene where Judith has an impromptu fuck with a random Ibiza party boy from Newcastle, told by Elisabeth, who has just left a billionaire's party after finding it boring :
Two hours later I was sitting in a bar on the port in Ibiza town, the white cone of the old walled city behind me, chasing my second proper drink with my third proper drink, my bags at my feet. It was only about 2:00 AM - early for Ibiza. I was contemplating drink number 4 and then finding a hotel for the night when a gang of lads swarmed over the table next to me - lads definitely - quiffs, tats, gym muscles, cider tans. I sat up straighter, which took rather longer than I expected. They were looking me over and I suddenly felt quite happy to look back.
The dreadlocked waitress appeared, and they ordered beers politely despite the fact that her denim hot pants barely covered half her arse. I liked that.
- “Ask the lady if she'd like a drink then!”
- “Thanks, I'll have a bourbon, neat. “
I liked that too. They shunted their chairs around to make me part of the group and we clinked glasses.
- “What's your name?”
- “Liz! Alright Liz, cheers!”
- First time on the island?
I had been here all of 36 hours myself, but I gave it out like I was an old hand.
- “Yeah, went to Greece last year but it was shite. Too many little k i d s!”
They were from Newcastle, which somehow prompted me to let on that I was from the north too - a fact I'd not divulged to the general public for years. We chatted a bit, and I bought the next round, and they smoked a joint and then one of them was leading me off along the quay, holding my hand while his mates smiled for him, and we were in a cab kissing and his mouth felt soft and sweet and clean.
Their apartment on the high-rise strip in Playa d’en Bossa smelled of cigarette smoke and fresh boy sweat. He found a half-empty bottle of sweet white wine and we drank from it while he took off first my clothes then his own. His tongue entwined with mine. A crimson snake curled up his wrist and splayed its fangs across one smooth shoulder. We sank onto his unmade bed as I stretched my arms luxuriantly above my head. Then he angled his body crosswise over mine, pulling my wrists towards him in one hand while his tongue found my cunt. I told him to keep it flat, steady, gentle and he lapped and probed and got me to the edge, but I bucked him off me and sat up.
- “I want to look at you!”
He stood up, back from the bed and pushed a hand through his hair, eyes down, shy. Beneath the serpent's head, a tumble of black and blue dice spilled across his chest. His waist was beautiful – tight, narrow, the planes of muscle above his hip bones outlined like a sculpture.
- “You look like a Kouros!”
- “What?”
- “Doesn't matter. How old are you?”
- “Nineteen.”
- “Turn around, lift your arms, put your hands on your neck - yes like that!”
I crawled forward across the grubby sheet and reached for him, sliding my hands along the wings of his shoulder blades, somehow so tender and frail. The twin hollows of his lower back were lined with blonde down. I dipped my head and licked his buttocks – reaching, probing with the tip of my tongue deep into the earthy scent of him, until he let out a little gasp then dropped lower, opening gently until I could lave his arsehole. There was an angry constellation of red spots on the underside of his arse, which made me almost love him. I lapped him until his balls were juicy with saliva, then turned and lay back, spreading myself open with two fingers for his eyes.
- “Come here!”
- “You want me to?”
- “Yes, yes I do!”
He slid into me - and maybe it was the weed or the lovely simplicity of it, but we were both laughing. I held him still inside me for a moment, listening for the throb of his blood, then wrapped my thighs tight round his back, taking his weight on me and slowly circled my hips against him - one, two, three, until he groaned and I thought I might lose him - but he flipped me back over, holding my ankles until I was practically standing on my shoulder blades - and then he slammed his length up me in one shuddering stroke and kept at it until I was there again and told him to go faster and I felt my cum start deep behind my cervix and he held me so tight there was only his cock moving and I came the way I pretended to with Stal - head back and screaming for it.
- ” Where do you want it?”
- “On my tits, now!”
The first gush hit me between my ribs then I felt the heat of him dripping over my nipples. I rubbed my fingers in it and had a lick, took a palmful and rubbed it over my clit.
- “Yummy!”
- “Feels like you count was made for my cock!”
- “Tell me that when you fuck me again!”
So he did.
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