Page 11 of Pampered in Paris

No, not quite love; more like wild with passion.

“Are you ready for more?” he questions before joining me on the bed.

Alexandre

Just a taste of Anne is not enough for me. The way she clenched around my fingers as she orgasmed had my cock trying to burst out my jeans. I remove my bottoms swiftly, eager to have my name on her lips once more. She’s sprawled out on the bed, her soft curves on full display. Her breasts rising and falling as she takes a few deep breaths.

I ease on top, letting her adjust to the weight of me on the bed. Anne slides her fingers over my chest. Her touch is light and slow. The sensation is like a mix between tickles and pleasure. I dip my head to the crook of her neck as she takes my member into her hands. With only a small amount of pressure, she leisurely strokes my shaft as if we have all the time in the world.

“Mon trésor,” I moan into her neck as she ramps up her speed and then returns to moving slowly.

I don’t want to come in her hands. I want to feel her around me as I climax. I reach for the condoms I pulled from my bag. Anne’s eyes follow my actions as I roll the condom on. Her lips are swollen from kissing earlier. It looks as if she’s pouting, the strawberry color more cherry-like now, though just as delicious.

I lean down and kiss her once more, deeply, letting my cock rest against her soft belly. Her fingernails dig into my ass as she wiggles under me. I stroke her core tenderly before slipping one finger inside her channel, then two. She moves against my hand as I continue kissing her, sliding my tongue around hers.

“Alexandre,” she moans into my mouth as she presses her breasts into my chest.

Her voice is intoxicating. I want to listen to her talk all day long. I remove my fingers and place the tip of my cock against her slick entrance before easing in, letting her adjust to the change in size. I lightly graze one of her nipples with my tongue as I drive into her and feel her shiver under me.

Anne lifts her hips, taking me in deeper. I thrust faster and pull her closer to me. Our chests glisten from sweat, her hazel eyes barely open as she tilts her head back. I kiss her before playfully nipping her bottom lip. I slow my pace down and gently knead one of her breasts.

“Faster Alexandre, please. You’re teasing me,” she grits through her teeth.

“N'importe quoi pour toi, mon trésor,” I purr against her neck before I kiss her and then increase in speed.

I tuck my hands under her bum to keep her as close to me as possible. Anne has wrapped her arms around my torso, her nails clinging to my back.

I can feel each moan, her mouth pressed against my pec. She bites down, barely with any force at first. Her teeth graze my skin a few times, but as I pull out and then slam into her, she shouts and bites harder. Anne cries out my name, and I can feel her sex clenching around my cock. Her spasm sends me over the edge. I slowly pump into her until I’m empty and panting.

“I feel as if I’ve run a marathon,mon trésor.” I pull out and collapse next to her on the bed. Both of us lay there, the sounds of our breathing like white noise.

“That was amazing.” She turns to face me and then lightly kisses my nose. It’s such an adorable gesture, my heart feels full.

“You’re amazing,” I reply. She chuckles before getting up.

“How about a shower?” Anne starts to walk away before she turns around suddenly. “Can you stay the night?”

“I would love to stay the night.” I stand to join her. I take her hand in mine and gently kiss it. “Though I can’t promise to keep my hands to myself.”

We shower together, barely fitting in the cramped, small space. She has a spare travel toothbrush from her flight that she loans me. I may not have packed anything for a sleepover, but I’m thankful that I had brought condoms. I wasn’t thinking that we’d end up getting that far, let alone that I’d be spending the night, but I’m happy to have stashed them in my bag the other day.

Over the course of getting ready for bed, I learn that Anne sleeps nude, she won’t eat or drink anything but water after she brushes her teeth, and that she hates extra pillows in the bed I wonder how many people are privy to her nighttime routine and these little glimpses. Everything feels natural, even as we slide into bed on our respective sides. It all feels perfect.

I wrap her in my arms and pull her closer to me. Anne nestles her bum right up against me as we spoon. She fits perfectly in the crook of my arm. Her breathing steadies as she murmurs something too soft for me to hear. A heartbeat later, I can hear her snore.

“Sleep well,mon trésor,” I whisper to the darkness.

My little treasure. I could get used to this. I need more time, a way for her to stay.

Maybe this is the start of love.

Chapter 6

Anne

There isa pleasant ache to my muscles as I wake up. I stretch out my arms and legs, taking up the entire queen bed. As I reach out wide, I realize Alexandre isn’t in bed. I sit up and glance around the large open space. The studio is awash in sunshine from the windows and the clock says nine. I slept so well.

I suppose great sex really does put you right to sleep.

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