Finally here, the journey to the hotel was complete. To say it had been long was an understatement. Marie and Kevin stumbled out of the cab, a warm, spring shower welcoming them as their suitcases were taken into the hotel reception. Taking a brief look at the sun lazily rising over the skyline, a gentle warmth caressed their faces as they watched a rainbow glisten in the light morning rain.
Here at last.
Paying the cab driver, they followed quickly, eager to have a shower they had chosen, not one kindly provided by mother nature. Signing in and handing their passports over, it was only, thankfully, a short walk to the old cage elevator. As the elevator moved up the floors, they took the opportunity to try and relax. This holiday had been too long in the waiting. Six years had passed since either of them had a break from work, with their intense schedules that seemed to only be getting worse by the day. Entering their room that looked over the seductive skyline, finally they could feel that they were on holiday. After enjoying the beautiful view for a few short minutes, both took a seat on the edge of the emperor bed, then made the fatal choice to lay back.
It was early evening before Kevin awoke. After taking a moment to remember where he was and resisting the normal urge to rush to get to work, he looked beside him. Marie still slept soundly, her chest rising and falling in slow, gentle movements. A faint smile adorned his lips. The last few years had been tough on both of them. Things had gotten in the way of their relationship that were all so unimportant. Every day had become a battle, not against each other, but against everything around them, it really felt at times like the world was against them. He watched her sleeping gently, the soft glow of the evening Parisienne sun caressing her face, reminding him just how beautiful she was in every way. Oh, she'd laugh it off, deny it, contradict every compliment he ever gave. But to him, she truly was the most beautiful woman he had ever met. Marie was his love, his life. She was lust, longing, sex, and passion.
The sun caressed her body, moving up and over the curves of her breasts as she lay quietly on the bed. A burning erection pushed at his pants. She slept so softly, so soundly, but he could not resist the desire burning inside and did what he'd been wanting to do since they stepped out of the cab. Staying quiet, he stroked at her neck with the back of his fingers, caressing slowly, gently, as not to awaken her. With her eyes still closed, she moaned lightly at his touch. Her neck was a sensitive area, her sweet spot as he liked to call it. Even the lightest kiss could arouse her. His hand slid gently lower, following the curve of her breasts. Even in slumber, her skin flushed, her nipples forming stiff peaks. Kevin loved the way her breasts responded so quickly to his touch, his erection becoming painful. Marie parted her thighs, her skirt sliding back to expose tiny, lace panties underneath. Slowly, he slid his hand slowly down the curve of her stomach, and caressed the growing heat beneath her panties with the pads of his fingers, then teased her inner thighs, her moist desire already creeping through the soft material. With a soft sigh, her mouth parted, and her tongue brushed her lips each time he ran a fingertip up and down her panties, gently caressing that magic spot and circling it with the tip of his finger. Lifting her hips to meet each touch, she was still asleep, though her body, her desire, was very much awake.
A spark of mischievousness came to life within him. For a moment, he wondered how far he may be able to go, how close she could get to that point of no return before waking up.
Passion glistened on her panties, and watching how turned on she was becoming made Kevin even more aroused. The stiffness burning, pressing at his zipper, intensifying into an ache, just thinking about being inside her and feeling her dampness clutching around his stiff cock. As he undid his waistband and slid his pants slowly off, Marie's hand pushed between her thighs, moving her panties to one side as she began caressing those beautiful moist lips that tempted him so damn badly. Studying her for a moment, my God, he loved to watch her touch herself. It was something so intimate and showed such a deep trust between them, reminding him why she was the only woman for him. Not wanting to awaken her just yet, he pushed his hair back, then slid the tip of his tongue just around the entrance to her sex. "Your pussy is so sweet," he murmured, caressing gently, and feeling the faint tremble inside her core. "I could stay here for fucking days." Easing just up between her lips, just back to that spot that made her throb so passionately, he teased, taunted, licking and sucking, as the combination of her soft whimpers, her tremors, and sweet scent triggered every resistance factor he had. Savouring every drop of her sweetness, with each soft moan, every lift of her hips, his balls tightened, his arousal growing so desperately, that he was acutely aware that it might just end up wasted on the bed linen.
Easing a long finger into her sex and bending it forward, he gently massaged that velvety spot just at the front of her core. He slid another finger in, while pressing his thumb against the budded entry of her ass. Her sex clutched at him, urging him deeper.
'Please,' she murmured in her sleep, 'be inside me, I need to feel you inside me.'
"You like that, sweetheart?" he plunged deeper, with demanding, severe thrusts.
"Yes," she whimpered, hoisting her pelvis. "God, yes."
Her desire burnt through Kevin's already aching erection, fuelling him, turning his cock into steel.
"Again, Marie. Tell me you like what I'm doing."
"Yes, Kevin. Please." Her voice was shaky. Dire, and desperate.
Sliding between her welcoming thighs, he thrust deep, fiercely, desperately. Fuck, he loved the way her pussy clutched his cock like a glove, milking an erection from him that was so damned intense that he felt it through his thighs and in his ass, like a tidal wave rising up through his cock, as he exploded in hot satisfaction so powerful, that it was almost painful.
"Christ, Marie," Kevin gasped, squeezing at her ass cheeks.
Still pulsing inside her, her sex still massaging him as the warm glow of satisfaction moved over his body, he brushed the hair from her face, her soft eyes glazed with lust. He kissed her gently with his eyes wide open, the evening Paris sun painting such a beautiful picture in her sensuous blue eyes.
'Good evening,' he whispered gently. 'Welcome to Paris.'
He kissed her deeply, with long strokes of his tongue.
'Stay inside me. Please.' Her gentle whisper caressed his ears. 'I want to stay like this forever.'
He didn't want to move, didn't want this moment to end either, the warm glow of passion they shared was just too good to ignore.
Looking deep into her beautiful blue eyes, he kissed her again.
'Me and you baby. That's all that matters.' His voice warm and resonant as he kissed her neck, completing her satisfaction.
The gentle breeze of the Paris evening caressed their bodies as they stayed tangled together. Maybe five minutes had passed, perhaps an hour. Kevin didn't know. Didn't care. Nothing else mattered—besides the two of them, right here. Right now.
"God, it's so peaceful here, Kevin."
"It is," he whispered. "And Paris has delicious food. Maybe we should consider eating. We haven't had a decent meal in two days now." He kissed the tip of her nose. "Then, we can come back to bed.'
Marie blinked her eyes open, kissing him again, whispering, 'I think someone has already eaten.' A playful smile crossed her lips. 'But yes, some good food is an excellent idea. Gotta keep our strength up. How about we go find one of those Paris bistros and have something delicious and ungodly fattening, as we're on vacation and all?'
'Great idea, sweetheart. Let's shower and get dressed up. Tonight I want to wine and dine you, like the beautiful lady you are.'
'I was hoping you'd say that. I'll get dressed in the bathroom—alone. I have a little surprise for you, as we're in Paris.' A playful grin danced over her lips as she kissed him lightly.
God, he loved it so much when she was like this. All the stress and worries of work and home just vanished with that one smile.
After relying on Kevin's French, which was rusty at best, along with the advice of the cab driver, they pulled up to what appeared to be a warm and inviting restaurant. Apparently, it was owned by some relative of the driver, but Kevin's French had been a little too rusty to work out exactly which relation it was.
The warm atmosphere of the restaurant embraced them as Kevin opened the door for Marie, shunning the chilled autumn Paris night as he led them inside. His hand moved gently over the small of her back lightly, but possessively, as his thumb firmly massaged her spine through the sleek material of her dress. The intimate nature of the bistro made waiting to be seated a very close matter. Close enough that Marie could feel the rigid heat of Kevin's desire pressing into her back.
'I'm thinking somewhere away from the crowd tonight. What do you think, sweetheart?'
"That sounds perfect."
Dancing between tables, Kevin found their booth, a little corner seat hidden away, with the soft, warm glow of the light above making it private, and much more intimate. As they took a seat, Kevin placed a hand on the top of her thigh, circling her leg with his thumb. His eyebrows lifted as he discovered the garter clasps hidden beneath that she'd worn just for him. He followed the line of her stocking tops, those little secrets known only to her, and longing to be discovered by him. With his thumb gently moving up the curve of her thigh, he pressed the edge of his fingertip through the thin material of her dress, brushing over the ridge of her thong, her sex already hot and gushing with arousal. Marie lifted her hips, whimpering, and muttering,
"Ummm hmmm,"
teasingly, purposely, knowing how hard that one simple sound made her husband.
"Jesus, Marie. You make me so fucking hard."
While the gentle sounds of a guitar drifted through the air of the bistro, the waiter appeared and Kevin ordered cantaloupe with steamed lobster to follow, then gave the wine order, his eyes never leaving Marie's, his hand sliding underneath her dress and tracing a line all the way up her flesh, gently brushing that spot at the top that he knew took her to the very edge. He stared at her with lust and dominance flashing behind his eyes, as she responded the way she always did—compliantly, obediently, submissively, while her eyes grew heavy with the need to close, her hand threatening to brush the curve of her breast. As the waiter walked away, Kevin gently whispered sensuous, filthy secrets in her ear, his breath moist and warm against her skin. He teased and taunted at the side of her neck with his tongue, peppering every inch of her skin with chill bumps, then traced up her spine with his fingertips. She tilted her head toward him, moving in her seat and clenching her thighs together as she tried shying away from the obvious heat burning between her legs.
"Rubbing those pretty thighs together only makes your pussy hotter, baby."
Marie met his eyes, and he grinned shamelessly, watching her struggle to control the fire erupting in her sex, clenching her legs together, arching her hips, moving around in her seat like she had ants in her pants.
Her eyes slipped shut as he found that spot on the nape of her neck, massaging it gently, desire beginning to swirl inside her belly as if every touch of his fingers were pressing deep inside her core. The gentle pressure of his thumb only enhanced her passion, the burning between her thighs that were quickly becoming a furnace. For a moment the restaurant seemed to drift away. There were no diners, no guitars, no food. Just the two of them. The rise and fall of her chest grew shallow, the ache in her nipples becoming painful.
"Kevin," she whimpered, biting her lip to suppress another moan.
