And the story keeps on, for better or for worse, eh? As always, thanks to Kenjisato for his help in editing all those pesky grammatical mistakes. Again, any budding or experienced writers would do worse than contacting him. And thanks to everyone for bearing with me on this little journey. It's been fun for me, as I hope it has been for you...
Chapter 43
We coddled and cuddled Belle 'til the early hours. Maisie and I were tempted to make love to her, but knew she needed our comfort more than an orgasm. All of her self-doubts rolled out, whilst Maisie and I reassured her through all the tears. She didn't have the strength or courage to call Jonathon yet, so that would wait another day or two.
I woke early and prepared a lovely breakfast, knowing Belle might be too exhausted to. Surprisingly, she was in a better mood than expected. It wasn't 'til later that Maisie admitted they had made love, letting Belle use her to soothe her beat-up heart. It seemed to work!
Belle was heading into London for an auction at Christie's. She had seen a large, ancient vase for a client and was looking to purchase it. She showed us the catalogue from the auction house. This vase had a guide of forty to fifty thousand pounds! Fuck! Who exactly has money like that? Her client, I guess. She was going to pair the vase with a piece of modern art. Hmmm. Well, that's why she's the interior designer, and I'm not!
She had, unbeknown to us, arranged a lunch with mom. I could hardly wait to hear how that turned out, although I was curious why neither of them had the presence to tell me beforehand.
Her garden was taking shape by now. It would be another seven, perhaps nine weeks and we would be finished. Then the real test of this new and fledgling relationship would begin. It's all well and good spending four days a week with her, but we couldn't possibly do that once the garden had been signed off. How would we sustain this? This would be the true measure of our feelings. Was this just a six-month fling, or something more?
Then, it was time for our holiday. We genuinely offered to push it back a few weeks, but Belle wouldn't hear of it.
As Maisie had booked everything, I was left to her whims. On the Wednesday, we made our way to St Pancras, where we quickly boarded. Eurostar. Maisie had booked us first-class seats, which took me by surprise!
"Maisie? Why...this? You didn't have to, chérie," I pleaded.
"Shhhh. This is my treat, okay? Let me do this, aye?" she smiled, and kissed me.
She plied me with champagne and truffles, rather extravagant but we were heading to Paris! She had booked a lovely hotel in the fifth arrondissement, an area I had grown to love. We made our way to the hotel and she nudged me when we approached the front desk, so I easily broke into my half-arsed French, her beaming smile contagious.
The room was stunning with a large, and I mean big, king-size bed...at the very least! The furnishings were exquisite and tasteful with a table and chairs for taking breakfast. The wardrobe was in a similar style to the sideboard, but everything worked so well together. I was afraid to ask how much this was setting her back!
We quickly unpacked and threw our comfortable trainers on and headed out. Where to start? Well, a coffee and a croissant wouldn't go amiss! We headed out, as I knew the perfect place. We walked in the beautiful, spring sunshine, hand in hand, Maisie gazing in darn near every shop window. We followed the boulevard and finally came to the café my daddy had brought me to so many years ago. Maisie recognised it and smiled. We sat in the glorious sun and breathed. Maisie indulged me and allowed me to order, knowing I was getting a thrill out of being back.
Maisie obviously wanted to stroll through the many gardens and head for the Luxembourg Gardens, but I led her to a smaller, medieval-inspired garden first. Hmmm.
Terrible call, Chloe, I thought, as it wasn
'
t quite what I was expecting.
We strolled along and walked through the Luxembourg Gardens, Maisie astounded and in awe. We sat by the huge circular pond, quaffed a lovely rosé and held hands.
We talked about all and nothing, just enjoying this time alone and the space to leave work behind. Of course, the conversation eventually came to Belle.
"Should we have invited her, mon amour?" I asked. "I do feel a bit guilty, hmm? After all, if we're doing this, you know, sharing our lives with her, shouldn't we have asked her to come along?" I asked.
"Chloe. Please. She understands, okay? She knows we need time on our own, so...let's just put that aside... for now, hmm?" she smiled, but her little smirk was hiding something else. Or so I imagined.
Afterwards, we headed for one of the many covered passages, perusing the little shops and sharing what we had found. What I found so interesting was the architecture of these passages, almost as if we had stepped back in time.
We headed back to the splendid room she had booked us. We both needed a second wind, so we decided to have a much-needed and unusual snooze. God, how decadent, hmm? We slowly stripped, deciding a warm shower was just what we needed. It took us a few minutes to figure the damn thing out, but we persevered and basked in the gentle spray.
I moved behind Maisie, my lips on her neck and my hands cupping her soft, warm breasts, just more than a handful. I gently squeezed, Maisie's head lolling back on my shoulder.
"Thank you, mon amour," I sighed into her tress-covered ear. "For everything," I whispered. my fingers circling her tight nipples.
Maisie rubbed her firm butt over my groin, her face sprinkled with the fine mist from the shower head. My slippery fingers continued to gently massage her beautiful nubs, her loud grumbles filling the room. I gently turned her around and as our eyes met, we kissed, a long, tender romantic embrace, our naked, wet bodies pressed against each other. I lowered my head, taking her tight nub into my mouth and suckled her, her soft sounds encouraging me. Whilst I bathed her nipple with my mouth, my free hand caressed and pinched her other nub.
Maisie's hands moved, holding my lips to her breast, as her head in my hair, her other hand gently fondling my bum. I unhurriedly moved from one breast to the other, adoring and pleasuring in the warmth and shape of her perfect boobs.
I could feel her stomach clench and relax, her body swaying to my adoration. I needed to be on my knees, though. I licked, nibbled and kissed my way downwards, my tongue licking the undersides of her tits, then down her body, Maisie's gentle moans flirting with my desires.
"That's so...
yesssss
, Chloe...just like...
mmmmm
....that, sweetie," she smiled, her fingers sweeping through my wet, brunette hair, as I tenderly kissed her dripping tummy.
I nuzzled my nose in her matted tuft of hair, and my thumbs in the delightful crease of her thighs. Kindly, she lifted her leg and laid it on my shoulder, opening her scented pussy to my gaze. I teasingly kissed her thighs, slowly pecking her flesh as I rose higher, her arousal seeping through me. I rubbed my nose through her eager labia, her musky odour filling my head, as my tongue swiped through her delicious slit. I brought a finger to her swollen entrance, my tongue still lashing her wetness, my face covered with her juices. Maisie's firm hips thrust against my soft mouth, her fingers gently pulling my hair, as her moans grew louder and more insistent.
I looked up at her, kissed her oozing pussy and whispered, "I love you," and sucked her clitty.
My hand grasped and fondled her arse, as I licked her hard button. Her pussy clamped on my finger, her contractions building, as her sighs grew in desire, her near-constant little 'uhh...uhh...uhhs' growing 'til she covered me with her secretions. I rubbed my face over her wanton, puffy cunt, as I choked on her sap.
Maisie began chuckling like the madwoman she was, and gently pushed my eager mouth from her reddened cunt.
"Up here, leannan. Please...no more," she giggled, but took the time to wipe her pussy across my face one more time.
Unsteadily, I stood and embraced her warm, humid body. I bit her bottom lip cheekily and kissed her again.
