“What do you mean?”
“Bonbon is the word ‘good’ twice in French.”
He lit up at the information. “That makes me love them more! Why didn’t I know that?”
“Because you don’t speak French?”
“OfcourseI’d love something called ‘good-good.’” His giggles of delight tickled me to no end. “That’s a much more appropriate name for you than ‘iro.’”
“Are you saying you wish for me to be your bonbon since I’m good-good and you want to take a nibble of me?”
He fell into me with peals of laughter as he gasped, “Monsieur Bonbon! I can’t! It’s too much!”
I couldn’t resist teasing him, so I held my arm out to him. “Are you in the mood for a taste?”
He stunned me by taking hold of my hand and placing a kiss on the inside of my wrist. I shivered when he gave me a tiny lick as he looked at me with laughter in his eyes. “Best bonbon ever.”
“Your bonbon forever.”
My reward was more affectionate kisses as he hugged me. “You might have been joking, but I kind of love it.”
“It’s not a joke if it makes you happy.”
He curled up at my side once more. “You’re so good to me.”
“I think you mean good-good to you.”
He cracked up again, which was wonderful to see him so free of his anxiety. “You’re right. I stand corrected.”
The sky shifted into breathtaking pink, purple, and orange tones. With the last flares of yellow light and red undertones across the horizon, it was a sight to behold. We quieted our amusement and watched the grandeur of an incredible day ending, which would welcome another wonderful evening. It was a magical experience that was all the better because we were spending time together.
As the colors faded into the dark of night, the stars came out to shine as the city lights glowed. It was a spectacular sight worth lingering to enjoy before we went to dinner. It was a glorious oasis paradise that I was already looking forward to returning to when we returned for our photo shoot.
* * *
Once we finished eating,we retired to Zio’s room. It was heaven to kiss and touch him as I stripped us bare. It pleased me when he got on the bed and held his arms open to welcome me into his embrace. “What ismon petit chouin the mood for tonight?”
“I need to feel you inside me again.”
His words sent a flare of excitement through me. “I’m all too happy to make that happen.” I reached over to the nightstand for the lube to prepare him. When I circled his entrance with slicked fingers, he broke into another giggle fit. “Will you laugh every time I touch you here?”
“Sorry, I remembered Dr. Feel Good.” He kept laughing as I continued teasing his hole with a hint of penetration. “Except it turned into a scene with the French version of him and me going, ‘Please help me, Dr. Feel Bonbon!’”
I wondered if I’d be able to tempt him into role-playing after all. “What’s your problem?”
“My brain won’t quit thinking about weird things,” he said with a laugh as his body moved toward my touch. “Sorry, I swear I’m not intentionally trying to wreck the mood.”
Easing a finger into him, I reminded him, “I have ways of helping refocus your attention.”
“Oh,no.” He sounded aghast at a sudden realization, hiding his face in his hands.
“What?”
“I can never get sick again.”
It was difficult to hold in my chuckle, but I didn’t want him to feel worse. “Why?”
“Because now I’m going to associate having fingers inside me with sexual pleasure.” He groaned in agony. “I’ll die of shame when my body gets the wrong idea about Dr. Felderman checking my prostate.”
