Page 25 of One Weekend in Paris

Once she did, he caught her gaze in their reflection and watched her face as he pushed into her, not stopping until he was balls deep. Fuck. She was so wet. So fuckingtight. If he wasn’t careful, he was going to come like a schoolboy looking at a pair of tits for the first time. Her body trembled as he remained still, enjoying the feel of his dick so deep inside her.

“John.” Her voice was shaky, her grip on the edge of the bath turning her knuckles white. “I need you to move, sweetheart.”

He did. Slow, deep strokes at first, until he couldn’t go slow anymore and his thrusts became hard and fast. Her cries were loud as she encouraged him to keep going, to make her come again. He did just that, only barely able to hold on until she shuddered as she orgasmed and screamed.

He followed her into the abyss, white-hot pleasure zinging through him like lightning as he held her steady and spilled his release in her womb with a long, loud groan.

Fuck. Would sex with Nyssa always be this good? He sure hoped so.

By the time they were done, the water had cooled and they still had to pack, so after John grabbed a washcloth and wiped away the evidence of their lovemaking, he helped Nyssa out of the tub. Grabbing a towel, he dried her first, then himself with the other she’d neatly placed in the corner. She blew out the candles and he helped her into one of the fluffy white robes that probably cost a thousand euro to take home.

Once they were both covered, they wandered into the bedroom. John pulled out their suitcases while Nyssa started folding everything neatly and packing them away. Since they’d both traveled extensively in the past, it didn’t take long for all their possessions to be packed in preparation for their morning flight.

After they were done, they fell into bed. He made sure she was comfortable before turning out the lights and setting an alarm on his phone, although he was sure it wouldn’t be needed. Military life meant he always rose early, even on weekends. If they woke early enough, perhaps they could have a bite to eat and make love one more time before they left Paris to head back to the States.

To their new life together. A life that had begun there in Paris over the course of one weekend but would last for the rest of their lives.

Chapter Eleven

Nyssa

Nyssa took her seat near the window on the private plane that belonged to the Dubois family. They were wealthy enough to have a couple at their disposal when required, but Nyssa had been allocated one permanently when she’d moved to the U.S. as Lecroisa’s ambassador. Traveling was something that was part of her position, and her family refused to let her fly on commercial airlines as a safety precaution.

The interior of the plane was opulent without being too gaudy. The wide seats were made of cream leather, and good quality pillows and cashmere blankets were readily available. The plane had internet capability and each seat had its own entertainment unit with thousands of shows and movies available to watch.

She was grateful for the luxurious ride back to Washington because she was tired. Sleep was not a commodity she’d had a lot of while in Paris, although she wasn’t complaining about the reason why. She wouldn’t have traded anything for this weekendwith John, but knowing there was a bedroom on the plane where they could rest was a relief.

She hadn’t bothered with a flight attendant since they were perfectly capable of serving themselves. They’d eaten an early breakfast at the hotel, and John had dashed out to a nearby boulangerie to grab some pastries for the flight before they’d left. Once the pilots checked they were ready to depart Paris, they settled into their seats for the journey, which would take a little over eight and a half hours and get them back to Washington about midday local time.

Once the plane had leveled out and the seat belt sign had been turned off, they both got up and went into the kitchen to grab drinks and snacks. Nyssa opted for an orange juice while John went for a Coke, and they shared the pastries he’d picked up.

It didn’t take them long to consume everything, and for a little while they held hands in companionable silence. “Are you tired, sweetheart?”

John’s question had her looking over at him. He looked as tired as she felt, and a nap was just the thing they both needed. “I am. Shall we get some sleep?”

They stood and took their trash to the kitchen. John let the pilots know they were going to rest for a few hours so they wouldn’t be disturbed, then headed back to the bedroom located toward the tail of the plane. Once he’d closed the door behind them, Nyssa removed her warm sweater.

“You want to join the Mile High Club?”

She spun around to see a devious grin on her lover’s handsome face and decided to tease him a little. “What makes you think I’m not already in it?”

The surprised look he gave her told her he’d not been expecting that response, and she had to fight to stop the burst oflaughter bubbling up inside from coming out. “Seriously? You’ve had sex on a plane before?”

“No. I’m only teasing you.” She did laugh now, and the growl he let out made her laugh even harder.

“You’re going to pay for that. You’re laughing now, but soon enough you’ll be screaming.”

The look of raw hunger on his face as his gaze raked over her body made her shiver in anticipation. “Don’t make promises you can’t keep, Ashwood.” She kept her tone light and flirty, and when their eyes met, she was wet and ready for him. Judging by the large bulge pressing against the zipper of his jeans, he was equally as aroused.

He crossed over to close the distance between them and pulled on the zipper of her black jeans before yanking them down her legs. After helping her remove her boots and socks, he pulled the jeans off while she removed the tee she’d been wearing underneath her sweater.

When he slid her panties down and pressed a kiss to the dark, damp curls between her thighs before breathing in her scent, she let out a soft moan. As he kissed his way up her body, she removed her bra so she was standing bare before him. She was rewarded by the feel of his mouth wrapping around one nipple and tugging on it lightly with his teeth, before he released it, laving it with his tongue until it was hard and aching.

He then did the same to her other nipple as she pulled his sweater and Henley up over his head. He kicked off his sneakers and socks, then removed his jeans and boxer briefs. Nyssa watched as his long, hard cock smacked his stomach before jutting out from a nest of dark curls toward her.

She couldn’t help it. She sat on the edge of the bed and wrapped her hand around the base of his cock before sucking it deep into her mouth, hollowing her cheeks and running her tongue up the underside of it.

“Fuck.” One hand came to tangle in her hair as she bobbed up and down, taking him as deeply as she could. She glanced up to see his head was back, eyes closed and mouth open in ecstasy. Nyssa felt so powerful at that moment, seeing the strong, capable man she loved so lost in what she was doing to him.

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