Layover

by Cassidy London

  She turned her head and looked over her shoulder at me. Her hands still leaning on the cold wall. “Ooh poor baby,” she mocked. “Think you’re the only one who can tease?”

  Her challenge only excited me further. “Don’t push me Adriana, I always win.” I threatened as my hand slipped between her ass cheeks and down to her pussy. Her slickness coated my fingers. “Fuck. You’re so wet baby…”

  “What do you expect when you touch me like that?” Her breath was ragged and hoarse with need. Her eyes were heavy lidded as she turned to face me. Her pink tongue licked across her bottom lip as she lowered herself to her knees, never breaking eye contact with me. Her hand gripped the base of my cock, and without mercy, started stroking it up and down. She kept her eyes on me, water dripping down her face as she circled her tongue around the head of my shaft, each delicate lick and suck was sending spirals of sensation coursing through me. Those tiny fingers made their way down between my balls, as she cupped them and rolled them through her hands. She slipped down and suckled them making me growl with pleasure.

  “You’re playing with fire princess…” I cautioned. I backed myself up to the wall, and she followed on her knees never letting go. This way, the water was not over her head while she sucked my cock. And boy did she suck it good.

  Adriana slid my cock from her mouth, and looked me directly in the eye, a tiny drop of pre-cum on her lips. “That’s okay, I kinda like the burn,” she answered before taking me down deep in her throat again.

  “Fuck Adriana!” I grabbed her hair and didn’t hold back. Fucking her hot, sweet mouth with everything I had. Her hair wrapped tightly in my hands, I moved her head back and forth until I felt my cock hit the back of her throat. Her lashes fluttered and her eyes watered instantly, but she only sucked harder. A thunderous roar crashed through my ears as heated desire coursed faster through my body. I loved watching her small mouth take all of my eight inches. Accepting every last inch of my shaft. She was so fucking beautiful on her knees with my cock in her mouth.

  Throwing my head back, I felt my balls tighten, and that tingling sensation and inner heat begin to rise within me. A few more thrusts and I came, exploding into her mouth all over her raw lips while watching her lap up every last drop of it.

  I watched, as she swallowed and licked her fingers that were holding my shaft. “Did that meet your expectations Captain Ricci?” She fluttered her eyelashes coyly at me, and gave me a satisfied look.

  “Such a naughty little thing you are,” I answered, lifting her up to stand. “It was beyond my expectations but I still have a few more, you know that right?” I cautioned.

  “Oh dear…I wonder what they could be?” Adriana laughed, continuing to tease me.

  “You want to know what I expect? I expect you to cum all over my hand, that’s what I expect.” With the words barely out of my mouth, I flipped her facing the wall, and from behind her, spanked her ass playfully, and began to circle my fingers through her slick folds. I enjoyed watching her squirm against my touch. I kept it gentle at first, but she didn’t need much coaxing. Her body responded to my touch like the flick of a light switch. My fingers slipped inside her and feeling my way through her heated core, I beckoned her body to cum for me. She tightened and began to bounce on my fingers in rhythm pushing onto them. She was in a frenzy. Twerking and bouncing trying to get my fingers inside her as deep as possible. She grabbed my wrist beneath her, and even started guiding my fingers harder in and out of her pussy. She moaned, getting higher pitched and I knew that my fingers were hitting her in all the right spots. Her breasts were bouncing and hitting the wall, making slapping sounds as she squirmed beneath my touch. I kissed her neck and sucked it in time, with my fingers fucking her hole, and playing with her clit. She was on her tippy toes and bouncing down onto my hand, spreading her ass cheeks each time she pounded down. It was a beautiful site. I knew I had her good.

  An untamed sound of her desire echoed off the shower walls as she began to tremble in my hands. Her orgasm rocked through her, like a hurricane. She stumbled and fell forward into my arms before going limp. I held her there for a minute before lifting her up, cupping her breasts, and holding her close, letting her head fall to my shoulder. We stood there, silent, breathing heavily in the water dripping down on to us for what seemed like an eternity. Listening to her heart rate slow down and come together with my own, I whispered in her ear. “Was that good for you?” I continued, massaging her breasts to comfort her, as her back lay on my chest.

  Looking up, those soft brown eyes sparkled. “Oh yeah. So good babe. Now, you’ll have to wash us both all over again.”

  Throwing my head back, I chuckled. “Fuck, you’re insatiable princess! We may never get out of the shower.” This woman had changed me. She made me laugh as much as she made me feel things I didn’t even know existed. If this was love I wanted it to last forever.

  Chapter 28

  Adriana Acosta

  San Francisco

  We ended up going out for breakfast, or maybe it was brunch. After all, by the time we’d showered for the second time that day, it was practically the afternoon. Somehow, he’d gotten me on this trip to Paris, and I had agreed to go. I wasn’t entirely sure about how he’d gotten rid of Sophia, but what I did want, was to believe every word he said. I wanted to know that she was gone for good, and more than anything, I wanted to hear him say those three little words to me again. Not that I was ready to say them to him. But hearing them seemed to get me a step closer each time.

  ***

  Tristan had packed before brunch but afterwards, he drove me home so that I could pack too. I’d texted Cara as we drove, but she was working on a new luxury home project out in Palo Alto, and wouldn’t be there. A part of me was disappointed. It would have been fun to introduce her to Tristano. We’d have to catch up after Paris though.

  Before long we were at my condo. “Wow! This place is stunning,” Tristan commented as we walked in. “Not my style but still beautiful, looks like it’s a page ripped out of a décor magazine,” he continued.

  “Thanks! Yeah, so my friend is a designer and she did the whole thing on her own. I was actually working a lot around that time and was never around, so I can’t really take any credit for it,” I laughed.

  It didn’t take me long to throw some extra clothes in a bag and grab my uniform. Thirty minutes later, we were on our way to the airport. Paris was going to be an adventure. I’d been many times, but the idea of spending three whole days there with Tristan, was beginning to feel like a dream come true.

  As we drove to the airport, he reached over and held my hand. For the first time since we had met, there really wasn’t much to say. But sitting in silence felt good. We held hands and occasionally looked over into each other’s eyes. His gaze always holding me hostage. Suspended in time and space where nothing moved. Even my emotions seemed to float on air.

  I was tempted to ask how he had ensured that Sophia wouldn’t be there, but the honest truth was that as much as I was curious to know, I also didn’t care. I just wanted her gone and I was glad she was. I still needed to ask about the engagement, but that would have to wait until after Paris. After Paris, I would decide where this was going and if I could allow it to continue. But for now, I was content to give into temptation and just be. I’d been holding space for Tristano Ricci all my life, and now, finally, he was occupying it.

  ***

  The flight was actually easy. To the point, that it made me rethink the whole working commercial, versus private debate. If I removed Tristan from the equation, and more private flights were like this one, I would definitely do it.

  This client was practically invisible. Not that I was complaining. Unlike Leahy, who had been a nightmare, this guy and his entourage were very easy. When Leahy hadn’t been demanding all kinds of ridiculous items, he was flirting and running his hands up and down the closest ass he could reach. We had all been relieved when Victoria finally took him in the back to screw him. Poor gir
l. That was a shit job.

  However, this flight had been easy and now we had landed in Paris. Tristan had said that he had booked us a room at L’Hôtel du Collectionneur Arc de Triomphe. It was a five-star hotel in the heart of the city, and close to the Avenue des Champs-Élysées. Of course, the airline had booked us rooms near the airport, but Tristan had wanted something special as this was our first trip together. I corrected him that it wasn’t our first trip together; just the first one where we were actually speaking to one another. Teasing him was fun.

  By the time we checked-in the hotel, we were both exhausted. Even though it had been an easy flight in terms of work, the jet lag and the long drive from Charles de Gaulle Airport to the city center, had exhausted us both. After checking in and making it to the room, I flopped down on the white thick immaculate duvet, and sank back into its softness. The room was spectacular. Twelve-foot ceilings, and an elegant modern design. It was stunning.

  “I think I need a nap before we head out to explore, Tris,” I said yawning as my words tumbled out lazily. Even though it was 10 a.m. local time, I felt like I’d been to hell and back. I didn’t always feel the effects of the time changes when working, but in that moment I certainly did.

  “No worries my sweet, go take a nap, I’ll order room service then we can head out later on,” Tristan said, as he flipped through the menu and picked up the phone.

  All of a sudden, I heard him speaking to the concierge in French. “Oui, bonjour?”

  I waited in amazement until he hung up. “Uhh…since when do you speak French?”

  Tristan chuckled. “I always have actually. I grew up in Montreal and spoke French my whole life, pretty much right up until I came to the United States for college. Granted my French is definitely not the same dialect as the Parisians, but still, I am fluent.”

  “Wow. I had no idea. That’s pretty sexy Tris…”

  Creases in his eyes appeared as he smiled. “You had no idea that I was sexy? Really Adri…”

  I playfully slapped his arm. “Very funny. So, do you speak any other languages?”

  “Well, I’m also fluently sexy in Italian, but I really only speak it with my family when I go home to visit.”

  “That’s awesome. I wish I could do that. I do understand quite a bit of Portuguese but honestly, I can’t hold a conversation. Wish I could though,” I said wistfully.

  “So, in Montreal, we have a huge Italian community, and pretty much everyone speaks the language. When I was growing up, every Sunday, my whole family would go for lunch to my nonna’s house. If I hadn’t been able to speak to her in Italian, she probably would have killed me!” Tristan chuckled softly as he reminisced.

  He was relaxed and we laughed and joked about everything and nothing. Soon I began to drift off and as I closed my eyes, I felt his kiss on my forehead. It felt like peace. Peace that counteracted all the questions and doubts; peace that quelled the constant searching. For the first time in a long time, everything just felt peaceful.

  Chapter 29

  Tristano Ricci

  Paris

  That afternoon we went to the Eiffel tower. We could see it from our balcony and although we’d both been up to the top a bunch of times, this time was different. It was our first time together and somehow it felt like our very first time ever. Actually, doing pretty much anything with Adriana felt like the first time. My emotions were floating around me and I walked around in a state of confusion all the time. It was almost like being drugged.

  As we stood and looked out into the Paris skyline, I leaned over and wrapped my arms around her. Being so much smaller than I was, she fit perfectly in my embrace. I planted a chaste kiss on her cheek and she turned her head to look up at me, shading her eyes from the sunlight and smiled. I needed to catch that moment. Imprint it in my soul just in case. So, I took out my brand new Leica camera, and snapped a picture of her. Beautiful and carefree, at the top of the Eiffel Tower.

  She was in complete oblivion to my thoughts though. “Come on babe, let’s head back down. I really want to go to the Musée d'Orsay and take our time there. The last time I was in Paris, I rushed through and didn’t get the chance to truly enjoy it,” she continued.

  “Impressionist art is my absolute favourite!” Adri was talking a mile-a-minute as she flipped through pages of tourist information booklets. I took a moment to just tune out her voice about places she wanted to see and just absorb the scene before me. I still couldn’t believe that this goddess-of-a-woman wanted to spend her time with me. I had always been a one and done kind of guy; and so had the women that I’d been with. No one had ever wanted more than I had, and that had been okay with me. But things had clearly changed.

  I snapped her picture a few more times. She finally looked up and giggled as I snapped a few more. Lifting her sunglasses on and off her face playfully, she asked “Are you even listening to me?”

  Reaching over to grab her ponytail, I pulled her towards me and whispered in her ear. “Yeah but I’d much rather take you back to the hotel and lick your naked body for the rest of the day.”

  “Shit, Tristan!” Adriana moaned into my ear as she nuzzled in my neck.

  “That is definitely on my list of things to do today. But first we need to see a bit of the city. Come on you horny beast!” Adri playfully slapped my ass before skipping off a few feet in front of me.

  A low growl started deep in my chest as I ran after her and flipped her around, devouring her sweet mouth as I held her in my arms. “You’re going to regret slapping my ass Adriana…I’m the only one who gets to do that to you, and believe me; I would love nothing more than to see your pretty little cheeks pink from the slap of my hand.”

  She exhaled a shudder and her lids blinked slowly as she looked up from beneath those thick black lashes. “You have no idea how much I would like that Captain Ricci.”

  Fuck. This woman was meant for me.

  ***

  The next four hours were a perfect torture. We took our time in the Musée d'Orsay. Adriana loved it all and was quite knowledgeable about the paintings of Monet, Degas and Renoir. After the museum, we hopped in a cab and made our way to The Champs-Élysées.

  We stopped at an outdoor café and enjoyed wine on the terrace, as we watched the crowds meander by. As much as I wanted to take her back to bed, I was enjoying watching her in this easy, everyday scene of eating and shopping. I realized that I could have been anywhere in the world; but with her, was the only place I wanted to be. As we talked, I learned more about her family and the last ten years of her life. Her parents had sold the flight school and move back to Portugal for an early retirement. They now enjoyed the beach-life in a condo overlooking the ocean just outside of Lisbon. Adriana clearly loved visiting there, and I made a mental note, to find an excuse to take her there in the near future.

  Finally, we headed back to the hotel, Adriana tucked into the crook of my arm as I held her close. She was becoming a drug that my body and soul couldn’t imagine being without.

  Chapter 30

  Adriana Acosta

  Paris

  On our first day in Paris, we were fully committed to being tourists. It was also the first time that I felt like Tris and I were really a couple. We hit all the hot spots; shared meals in quaint little bistros and shopped. I was enjoying every moment of our trip. Every time I looked at Tristan though, he looked at me like he wanted to devour me whole. His insatiable appetite was all consuming, and it made me melt every time I noticed him staring at me. In a way, I felt like we were living in a movie and this was the high before the fall. It felt so good, too good– so much so, that I began to worry about what would come next. That feeling of being unable to be without him was creeping up and invading every part of my soul. And it was scaring the shit out of me.

  I had spent my whole life comparing everyone I met to a teenage vision I had kept of him. If this didn’t work out, how would I be able to move forward? How would anyone else ever compare? I could feel how dependant I was
becoming and the more I realized it, the more I wanted to pull back. My mind was in a constant battle with my body and my soul. Tristano Ricci was a part of me; he always had been but love…love? He had said it twice now. I hadn’t even reacted. Not visibly anyway. Despite the gnawing feeling in my heart that said otherwise, I continued to justify my feelings as nothing more than chemistry. I kept telling myself that it was too early. But something inside me knew better.

  Day two in Paris was nothing like day one. That first day we had toured around and seen the sights and enjoyed each other outside of the bedroom. Day two…well on that second day; we never even made it outside the bedroom.

  That morning, I awoke up to Tristan’s lips leaving a trail of gentle kisses across my bare stomach. “Hey baby,” I mumbled, my voice thick with sleep.

  “Good morning beautiful girl. I’m sorry that I woke you but I’ve been watching you sleep for some time now, and there’s only so long that I can hold back from touching you,” he continued. The cold air nipped at my skin from the wet trail of kisses he left on my flesh.