I didn’t know how long I could restrain myself, but I knew it wasn’t long at all. I needed to feel my love wrapped around my cock, her skin against mine. Kissing down her stomach, I unbuttoned her pants and slid them down, never taking my mouth off her skin. She leaned against me as I pulled them off completely, and her breath hitched as my mouth connected with her beautiful folds.
Licking up, I circled her clit before diving back into her pussy. The taste of her sweet arousal on my tongue was heaven, and I could never get enough. As I gently pushed my finger in her tight wet pussy, she tangled her hands in my hair trying to pull me closer. Her moans became louder and more needy as I found the spot I knew she loved so much.
“Klaus,” she moaned, “I need…” her voice trailed off, as her body started to tremble. I knew she needed to feel me inside of her. I stood up and stripped off my clothing, leaving them in a pile on the floor before I picked her up in my arms and carried her to the bed.
Carefully, I laid her down and took just a moment to appreciate my beautiful woman splayed out on the bed, a fire of wanting in her eyes as she appreciated my body as well. “You are the most beautiful woman I have ever laid eyes upon.” A blush crept up her cheeks and I climbed on top of her, kissing it away.
Her hips pushed up, and I knew she needed me just as much as I needed her. I didn’t hesitate, too many years having passed, and plunged into her waiting pussy. I paused to relish the feeling, staring in her eyes.
She wrapped her legs around my waist and pulled me to her, wanting more of me. I groaned as her core pulsed around me and I gave her what she wanted, sliding in and out. Her hips met mine setting the pace, telling me how she wanted it. Harder, faster, deeper; she pushed me to give her every part of my swollen cock. Fuck, she felt so good and I wanted to stay like this forever.
I slowed down for a moment, before I exploded, and peppered kisses along her neck and her face. She turned and demanded that I take her mouth again, our tongues gliding against each other. I could feel the pleasure throughout my whole body, which hummed happily. I swallowed her mewls as I continued to thrust into her. I felt her trembling, and I knew what she needed to find her release.
I repositioned myself, pulling her leg up, lifting her into just the right position to hit her bundle of nerves, as my pelvis slapped against her clit. She let out a loud scream before her body started to quiver, and I felt her wall clench around my cock. I continued to plunge into her, let her ride out the waves shooting through her body.
She clawed at my back as she moaned out unintelligible words, lost in her release. My lungs burned, yet it was worth the look of bliss on her face and then a look of shock when the next one ripped through her body, sending me over the edge as well. I roared her name as my seed exploded inside of her, the pulsing of her pussy milking every last drop.
I collapsed on my side, pulling her with me, my chest heaving as I ran my hands along her skin and kissed the top of her head. We stayed like this, silently enjoying the blissful aftermath of our lovemaking.
My eyes grew heavy as the lack of sleep caught up to me and I rubbed my eyes. “Would you like some water, Lorelei?” I asked, desperate to move so that I could stay awake and enjoy every second with the woman that I had waited for so long.
“Yes, please,” she said meekly. I could hear the embarrassment in her voice, a woman who just slept with a man she just met. At least, as far as she knew. It would be a while before her memories would come back, if I even had the chance to make them come back this time.
Though I was so comfortable with our bodies wrapped together, I reluctantly slid out of bed and went to the fridge to get water. “You know, you have nothing to be embarrassed about,” I assured her, when I placed the water in her outstretched hands and noticed she didn’t want to meet my eyes.
“I- I never do this,” she stammered. “I’ve never fallen into bed with a man on the first date. Especially not one that will be leaving soon.” Her words stabbed me in the heart. She spoke out loud the one thing that I had been dreading most, leaving.
“Lorelei, I’m not that person, either,” I assured her. “I can’t remember the last time I touched a woman. You’re special. Please do not be ashamed of what we shared. It was beautiful.”
She snickered, “I bet that’s what you say to all the ladies that throw themselves at you. I appreciate the sentiment, though.”
A smile bloomed over my face as I took in her same sassy attitude that had made me fall in love with her in the first place. I climbed back in the bed and pulled her close to me. “Lorelei, I swear to you that there are no ladies throwing themselves at me. I spend too much time buried in the basement of the Louvre.” I kissed the top of her head. “Even if I had, there would be nothing for you to be ashamed of. I should be apologizing for not being able to resist you.”
She snuggled into me. “I don’t know what it is about you that makes me feel so comfortable.” She pressed a kiss to my chest before wriggling out of my arms. “I had better go before I fall asleep here. I’m sure you are tired.”
My heart screamed no, and I calmly, teasingly offered, “I’d love it if you would stay.”
Biting her bottom lip, her refusal was not one that had any force behind it. “I don’t have anything to wear. I can’t go back to work in the same clothes as yesterday and my apartment is pretty far away.”
I knew she was reluctant to leave and every part of me didn’t want this night to end. I had spent decades without her and I wasn’t about to let her go now. “How about this? I’ll go down to one of the shops tomorrow and get you some new clothes while you shower. I’ll send my assistant to pick up breakfast so that he doesn’t see us together.”
“I couldn’t take that from you,” she argued. I crossed my arms and leveled a look at her until she finally agreed, “Okay. But you have to let me pay for the clothes.” I nodded and she snuggled back into me, not knowing that I would never let her pay.
I wanted so much to stay awake and enjoy the time, yet as I breathed in her sweet scent, I felt like I was home and I fell fast asleep feeling nothing but bliss.
I ran through the forest stumbling over tree roots, Lorelei’s breathing becoming more shallow as the time passed. My tears fell on her pale skin, mixing with the blood from the wound on her chest. A wound that was meant to end my life. Her father caused it and then left her to die, but I would not. I would save her.
“Stay with me Lorelei,” I begged, as I pushed myself faster, not caring about the burning in my lungs or the pain in my legs. I needed to make it home. My aunt would know what to do. She had to.
The small cottage loomed in the distance and it seemed as though no matter how fast I ran, it would fall further and further away. I couldn’t get to it. I screamed in frustration, sobs joining my tears.
The picture changed and then I was surrounded by old hags, their chanting growing so loud that it hurt my ears. I couldn’t see Lorelei anymore, but I could feel her in my soul. I knew she was still alive, and I clawed at the hags to try to make it to her. Their chanting hit a crescendo and a bright light filled the room, blinding me.
When I was able to see again there was nothing but the painting in front of me, a soft glow surrounding it and faintly lighting the path. The darkness was so deep that I couldn’t even make out the normal shadows that would have been surrounding me. I searched for Lorelei, hoping the witches had been able to save her. I moved as if I were stuck in molasses, calling her name desperately, trying to penetrate the inky blackness to find her. My feet moved me towards the painting, the only light seeming to emanate from it.
I wasn’t sure if my eyes were deceiving me, but it looked like it was moving, the tall grass surrounding the rock waving as if a wind blew it around. I wiped my eyes, sure that it wasn’t real. I was so near, I could almost touch the portrait, when I heard her voice, “Klaus, come to me my love.” The arms in the portrait beckoned me forward as she called to me with her sweet sirenic voice.
“Lorelei,�
� I whispered, as I sprung forward, trying to rescue her. “Hags! What have you done to my Lorelei?” I shouted into the darkness, before everything went black again.
I woke up with a start, the dream one a mixture of memories and make believe. My heart beat rapidly as I tried to wipe away the remnants of sleep. I felt a hand stroking my stomach and looked to see Lorelei’s eyes filled with concern. “You were calling for me in your sleep. It seemed to be a very bad dream that I didn’t know if I should wake you from or not,” her voice was questioning, and I wasn’t sure if there was more that had slipped through my lips.
“I’m sorry if I scared you. I had a very strange and terrifying dream.” I managed a small smile before kissing her nose and leaning my forehead against hers. “I get them a lot. Waking up to you made it more bearable.”
She looked as if she wanted to say more, but instead kissed my lips and slid out of bed. “We need to get moving. I want to spend as much time as I can picking your brain about Nixie before you have to leave. Is it alright if I jump in the shower?”
“Of course. I’ll go buy those clothes I promised, and send Sergio for breakfast,” I beamed at her, happy that she would still be in my room when I got back. I needed some time to push away the last of the nightmare, and picking out gifts for her would be just the thing I needed.
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The hot water ran down my body and it made me think of Klaus’ touch. The way he made me feel as if he worshiped not just my body but my soul, was something I had never experienced before. Every touch made fireworks explode in my mind, and I needed him like I had no other before. I doubted that I would ever experience that kind of passion with anyone else. It was too bad he would be going back to Paris.
The thought made me sad and I didn’t know why. I’d never felt that kind of sadness over any man that I went on a date with, thinking it was wonderful, only to have them not call back again. Granted, he did rock my world, but still, why was I so close to tears over a man that I’d just met?
I shook away the strange emotions and finished rinsing my body before I grabbed a towel to dry off. Apart from my odd reaction to Klaus, I was also confused by whatever nightmare had him calling out my name and talking about hags. What was it he said? “Hags, what have you done to my Lorelei.”
I didn’t understand what kind of dream he could have that would make him shout that out. He had been fitful beforehand, his body jerking as he seemed to be fighting off an unknown force. Then he called me his, and excitement rushed through me. I know that I shouldn’t have been so happy to hear him call me his with him leaving and everything, yet it made my heart skip a beat or two. “Argh! Pull yourself together Lore!” I mumbled to myself as I dried off with the luxuriously soft towel.
Once I was completely dried and used the blow dryer on my hair, I wrapped the towel around me and peeked out. Klaus was nowhere to be found, but there was a brightly colored shopping bag on the bed. Internally, I did a happy dance. Externally, I carefully walked over and peeked inside before pulling out the contents.
I blushed at the satin lingerie that he had picked out for me, the simple bright white color trimmed with black lace that made it really stand out. I was even more shocked that he had gotten my size right. At least until I glanced and saw my clothes that had been discarded on the floor the night before were now folded neatly on the chair.
He certainly had good taste, and I pulled out the other items without hesitation. The dark gray pants suit was absolutely stunning. The fitted pants flared slightly at the bottom and would look good with my nude strappy pumps that I wore the day before. A simple white silk tank-top would not show under the top but it felt so good against my skin that I had to wear it. The overlay was a long sleeve shirt, styled like a suit jacket but with a scoop neck instead of a collar. The large button went up the center keeping it closed, and a belt around the waist that was tied in a bow gave it the femininity that I loved so much.
I squealed in excitement as I tried the outfit on and found it to be a perfect fit. I carefully took the tags off and tried to find the price of what I would owe him, but they were all cut off. I didn’t know whether to be upset or giddy over the fact that he bought me what must have been a very expensive set of clothing. Yet, all that worry faded away as I looked at myself in the mirror. I spun around loving the way the suit made me look as if I’d stepped off a runway.
I was mid twirl when I heard the lock on the door rattle. I tried to make myself look dignified as Klaus entered. His eyes raked over me and his approval was clear, if his hooded eyes were any indication. He opened his mouth to say something and then shut it, disappointment seeping into me. As if my emotions were a whiplash, I soared again when he found his voice. “You look stunning, Lorelei. I want to take all those clothes off you and take you back to bed.” His husky voice made my core clench at the thought, as images of our night together flashed through my mind. Judging by the bulge in his pants, he was having the same thoughts.
He cleared his throat and held up the bag in his hand. “Sergio brought us breakfast and I sent him ahead with the paperwork I had brought on the painting. I figured that way we wouldn’t have to worry about anyone seeing you leave my room.” He shifted and rubbed the back of his neck, “Not that I would be embarrassed by it. I just don’t want to cause you any trouble at work. Anyway, I just told Sergio that I was extra hungry this morning. And now I’m rambling like a fool.”
The way he was so unsure of himself made him even more sexy, which was almost impossible. I grinned, “I definitely appreciate you looking out for my reputation. It is so hard to be a woman in this field, and I definitely don’t need any more hurdles to jump through.”
“I’ve never thought of it like that but now that you mention it, there aren’t too many female lead curators at the larger museums. That’s such a shame when I think about how much better women are at getting not just the art itself, but also the feeling behind the art. I’ve worked on Nixie for many years, and during that time interns have come and gone. The women are usually the ones that see that the artist was obviously in love with the woman he painted.” Klaus had relaxed and his passion for the painting made his eyes light up.
“We should eat,” I said reluctantly, and a little too breathy. “I would love to get started on Nixie. And thank you for the clothes. You’ll have to let me know how much I owe you for them.”
“A gift. A congratulations on inheriting one of the most intriguing paintings I’ve ever laid eyes upon,” he insisted earnestly. It was so touching that I couldn’t refuse.
“Okay, but you have to let me take you on a tour of the city while you’re here,” I countered. I don’t know what had gotten into me. I hadn’t felt the need for anyone like this before, especially for someone I barely knew. It was almost as if I craved his time and his attention. That didn’t bode well for me or my heart.
We sat in the eating area of the hostel, large windows displaying the historic buildings of Nuremberg. He surprised me with his knowledge of the history of the area. It was no wonder why he was so respected. When he got to St. Lorenz Church, I thought his already gray eyes clouded over making them look more like a stormy day. It seemed as though Klaus was quite the mystery, his actions and reactions strange compared to the life he claimed to have lived.
Oddly enough, it didn’t make me regret sleeping with him or stop me from wanting to spend time with him. If anything, it made me want him more, to peel back those layers and find out the truth beneath.
I finished the last of my strudel, so moist and sweet that I had to cleanse my palette with bitter coffee. We decided that it would be fine to walk to the museum together since our staff were all there already. There wasn’t a chance for anyone to see us. We also came up with a story of what a coincidence it was that he had come out of the hostel as I was walking from the U-Bahn to the museum as I did every day.
When we got closer, we schooled our features to wipe away all traces of anything other than a professional relationship. As w
e walked down to the basement where Nixie was waiting for us, I asked him questions about it. “Do you know where the painting was found?”
“I actually made the discovery at a vide-grenier, what Americans call estate sale, after the death of a collector. I had gone there to acquire another piece and I found Nixie. Neither the seller nor I knew the value of it at the time.” There was something odd about the way he said it, but I couldn’t put my finger on what it was.
“Good morning Dr. Nixen, Dr. Hoffman,” my assistant greeted us with a raised brow. I opened my mouth to give him the story, but he continued speaking, “We have the painting ready for you to examine.” Hans was all business and I had a feeling he knew something but wasn’t going to say anything. He was one of the few people that respected my position. He just happened to have a harsh personality.
“Thank you, Hans. Let me get my gloves. Dr. Hoffman was just telling me what luck he had finding it.” I grabbed my gloves from the drawer and went back to look at Nixie. I tried to not stare at her face, but it was so surreal to be looking at myself. “I just can’t believe how much she looks like me,” I whispered in awe.
I wasn’t sure why the impact of the likeness didn’t hit me as hard as it did yesterday. My head spun as I examined her face. I could see the gentle brush strokes, her eyes painted with striking cobalt green. They were brighter than my own and my impression was that the artist had wanted the focus to be on her eyes. “Dr. Hoffman, you said the rest of the painting was done in rudimentary choices, yet this color was new to the era. I wonder how a rural artist was able to get their hands on a new color?”
“I wonder that myself,” Klaus answered. “Nixie is full of contradictions and mystery. That is why I haven’t been able to crack it yet.”
Pulling my eyes away from hers, I continued to examine her face. The colors were so bright, as if no time had passed. “Have you restored any of this?” I questioned.
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