Slowly, I circle her like a hawk. The racy black bra and panty set are new and I like them very, very much. It’s just a shame I’ll be shredding them to bits. She’s quiet as I continue studying my prey. I lick my lips appreciatively just as I stop right in front of her.
I palm the front of her knickers with my hand and bunch the flimsy material in my hand before tugging it away with a rip.
“Hey!” She protests, her eyes wide with indignation. “Those were brand new.”
“They were in my way. If you don’t want the rest of your outfit to meet a similar fate then might I suggest you remove your bra?”
She reaches behind her back to unfasten her bra before letting it fall to the floor. I smile appreciatively before drawing her to me. Her fresh, floral scent smells like a field of wildflowers and I’m fucking addicted to it. My hands trace a path down her back right to her arse. I grasp both cheeks in my hands and lift her.
Making love to Milly is one of my favorite things. She’s so trusting and willing. I could have bent her over the balcony of our suite and fucked her for all of Paris to see and she would have let me. But even though I love taking risks and pushing boundaries, I’m a selfish bloke. This weekend isn’t about show-and-tell; it’s about the future.
I set her on the bed and cover her with my body. Her arms and legs wrap around me as I kiss her hard. Her lips taste sweet from the strawberry and I’m ravenous for more. Our kiss deepens and I feel Milly start to grind her body against me. She snakes a hand in between our bodies and grasps my cock lightly in her hand.
“Take what you want, sweetheart,” I murmur against her lips.
Her legs spread wider as she run my cock through her slick folds before placing the head at the entrance of her pussy. I moan as I plunge inside of her; her pussy grips my cock firmly and feels fantastic.
I pull out slowly before sinking deep inside, all the way to the base of my cock. Her head tips back and her mouth opens as I repeat the move over and over. She arches her back and thrusts her tits forward. How can I resist such rosy pink nipples?
Her hands delve into my hair as she holds my head firmly against her chest. My tongue laves her nipple, bringing it to a stiff peak before gently biting it.
“Oh!” Her yelp dissolves into a sigh.
One hand slips around her back, cradling her as I continue to work her nipple with my mouth and thrust slowly in and out of her pussy. Skin to skin, heart to heart, we melt into each other.
Her breaths become shallow as her body tenses. After three months together, I’ve recognized the signs that she’s close to falling over the edge.
Sitting up, I pull out and place my hands on her thighs, pinning them to the mattress. I grasp my cock in my hand and line it up with her entrance before plunging quickly inside of her. I set a punishing rhythm, pulling all the way out before burying myself deep inside of her. Her cries fill the room as I pound into her over and over until her entire body stiffens and her pussy contracts around my cock. She screams out as she gives into the bliss of orgasm.
I’m not far behind her. I grit my teeth and pump into her for a few more moments before my cock erupts, filling her with my seed.
The wild beating of my heart drowns out the sound of our heavy breaths because in this moment, one thing becomes crystal clear:
I won’t be satisfied with three more months. I won’t be satisfied until she’s mine forever.
3
Milly
It’s kind of amazing what you can experience in the suite of a hotel. I’ve enjoyed numerous French delicacies all from the comfort of my hotel room and bonus, no pants! Cause when your boyfriend is an insatiable British horn-dog, pants are not necessary.
But, it’s time to go out and explore. And let housekeeping finally come in and clean.
It’s sunny and warm when we finally leave the hotel. I feel tres chic in my green sundress and black cat-eye sunglasses. And Ben is tres beau in a pair of khaki shorts and a button down shirt. He’s left the top few buttons undone like a fucking tease.
“Voulez-vous coucher avec moi ce soir?” Ben growls as he slides an arm around my waist while we walk down Avenue Gabriel toward the lush, green Jardins des Champs-Elysees.
I laugh because who hasn’t googled the meaning of those song lyrics. “Yes I do.” I’d like to enjoy more than just tonight, though. I’d love an infinite amount of nights.
Having my visitor’s visa renewed for another three months was a giant weight lifted off my shoulders. Leaving Ben after such a short amount of time is unimaginable. But now there’s a finite deadline. There are no more extensions and leaving him, and London, is going to be devastating.
“Cat got your tongue,” Ben murmurs. “You’ve gone quiet.”
“What can I say, you’ve worn me out!” He tilts his head and narrows his green eyes like he knows I’m not being honest. I sigh. “I was just thinking about how there’s a deadline now. We have a finite amount of time together before I have to return to America.”
Ben grabs my hand and pulls me over to a nearby bench. “I want you to understand one thing, Milly. There will never be a deadline on our relationship. Just because the twats in immigration say you have to go back to America doesn’t mean we have to end.”
“We can work something out, Milly.” He takes hold of my hand and rubs the back of it with his thumb before he lifts it to his lips and kisses it softly. His eyes flick up and I notice they’re a bit glassy. “How about we explore everything Paris has to offer?”
