Page 33 of Falling for Paris
She relished the feeling of embarking on an adventure with Rafael. He might be returning home but this was all new to her. Her stomach filled with the butterflies of anticipation.
“Marcus said you live in a charming village but didn’t offer details. What should I expect?”
Sitting adjacent, Rafael looked down at her face affectionately. His green eyes caught the light from the window, making them sparkle. “Obviously,it’s a sordid lair of the most debauched proportions.”
A burst of laughter escaped her lips, scattering the nervous butterflies. His comment also awakened that prickling awareness at having him so close. “Promises, promises,” she teased back. “But seriously. This is your house and your routine. I don’t want to disrupt anything.”
He shook his head and squeezed her hand. “You should know by now, Tori, that you are the best possible disruption.”
She cuddled closer to him and inhaled his aroma of clean masculinity. “Exactly how long is this train ride?”
“About an hour,” he answered. “Although it will feel much longer if you keep rubbing your tits on my arm.” His voice was a whisper, but the words awoke her body.
Tori turned sideways to wrap her arm around his waist and drag a sweater over his lap. “If I do this, will the ride feel shorter or longer?” She rubbed her palm against his impressive arousal. Reflexively, his hips bucked up. She grabbed his shaft. Was it crazy that she was so eager to explore his body and offer her own? In the few weeks they spent together, she was more attuned to their mutual desires than she had ever thought possible with anyone.
“Definitely longer,” Rafael groaned in frustration. He nuzzled his nose into her hair and inhaled. Then, he bent his head to drag his tongue and nip at her neck. God, she loved the feel of his teeth, the sense of being coveted.
“What a terrible travel companion I am,” she crooned, turning her head so their faces met. Her lips grazed his muscled jaw. “So disruptive. Making you suffer for an entire hour.” She moved her hand down his thigh and then scraped her nails up to the edge of his groin.
He grabbed her wrist before she found his bulging center. And then, using his other hand to keep the sweater in front of him, Rafael stood up and pulled her behind him. She had no choice but to follow, eager to be led into their next adventure. It was so hot when he took charge, Tori would follow him to any sordid lair, any day.
They walked down the hallway and found a vacant bathroom where he pulled her in, closed the door, and pressed her against it. Leave it to Rafael to turn a train ride into an erotic encounter. He was so close, she could see the fine spikes of his dark lashes.
“I promised myself I would wait till we got home, but you had other things in mind, didn’t you?” His low voice, when he mumbled against her ear, was rich and hypnotic.
“Did I?” she asked coyly, moving one leg along the outside of his calf and pressing her hips against his. “Tell me. What did I have in mind?”
When he smiled, she knew this was trouble. The best kind.
“I think you wanted to drive me crazy. So crazy I would splay you over my lap so it’s your round ass pressing against me, instead of that stray hand.” He grabbed her hips and moved against them in deep, languid circles. “And you wanted to get caught, perhaps.”
Thick blood surged up her face and she found it hard to breathe.
“There it is,” he said smugly. “My angel has a bit of the naughty devil in her, doesn’t she? Wanting everyone to see her sweet cunt impaled on my enormous cock. Needing to be spanked right here.” He placed a hand between them, tapping three stiff fingers against her apex and setting her on fire.
“Rafael, I—” Her head rolled back when his spanking hand moved her underwear aside in order to stroke her wetness.
Working her clit between two fingers, he groaned into her ear. “You wanted to look at that scenic French countryside while I bent you over. Isn’t that right, Tori? You wanted to get pressed against the window. You wanted me to tilt this lush ass so I’d see all the way to your pink pussy.”
Tori felt lava collect around his fingers. His deep voice enveloped her senses. And then he plunged thick fingers into her channel and pressed her aching clit with his palm. “Then you’d take my hard dick. And I would ride you till you screamed for me to stop.” She exploded around his invasion, her back bucking against the door, her hair whipping against both their faces.
When she came down from her orgasm, Tori opened her eyes to find his gaze over her.
“I’ll never tire of seeing you come. You’re always beautiful,mon ange. But when you’re in bliss, it’s like watching an angel relish her fall from grace.”
Speechless, all she could do was kiss him. It was a tender joining of lips. She relished it. The harder he took her, the dirtier his words, the sweeter he cared for Tori after.
“Will you let me take care of you, Rafael? Am I allowed to touch your body, too?” She began the exciting descent of her fingers over his torso’s sculpted terrain.
“Uh-uh,” Rafael said with a grin as he stopped her progress. “Not yet.”
Her whine made him smile. “Why not?” she blurted.
Always unflappable even in the oddest situations—they were, after all, in a public bathroom of a moving train where he molded her body to his will—Rafael washed up and then helped her straighten her clothes.
“I have plans for us tonight. You will most definitely take care of me then.”
“How about this?” Victoria asked as she lifted a dark blue bowl. She was looking for a suitable platter while he cooked thecassoulet,a classic French stew.
