by Twyla Turner
“Ha!” I laugh shakily as Etienne kneels in front of me.
He kisses my stomach over my dress. His fingertips graze the skin of my legs as they trail up under my dress. I’m beginning to wish I’d worn pants today. I cough to muffle the hitch in my breath as he pulls down my panties.
“T-Trust me, you’ll be exhausted lugging around too much luggage. Cobblestone streets and narrow sidewalks are not luggage f-friendly.”
My hand flies up to the phone to try and cover the receiver as a moan burst past my lips. Etienne’s head is under my dress, and he’s blowing softly on my already wet slit. My legs wobble weakly, and I reach for a kitchen chair to sink into.
“W-We’ll be hopping from city to city, s-so you can wear outfits multiple t-times, and the hotels have laundry service. Plus, remember you’ll be buying more stuff and will need room f-for it.” I finish with a squeeze of my lips.
Etienne has draped my legs over his shoulders as he positions himself between them. He gently kisses my clit, and I flex towards him, the muscles in my legs pulling him closer at the same time.
“I-I would b-bring a day dress, a nicer evening dress. Aah…and two p-pairs of pants with a couple interchangeable tops, and one sweater or jacket that you’ll w-wear on the plane. A pair of flat sandals, one pair of comfy shoes that can be worn with all outfits, and one pair of dressy s-shoes.”
My free hand is tangled in his hair, and my hips rock rhythmically on his tongue. It’s taking everything in my power not to come over the phone.
“Perfect! That’ll help a lot. Though I can bet that most of our bags will be filled with hair products more than anything else. You know what? I think I just decided to get my hair braided for the trip. I’ll suggest that to the girls.”
“Gr-Great! Oh, it uh looks like I have another call c-coming in.”
Something’s coming alright.
“Oh, okay. I’ll give you a call if we have any more questions.”
“Alrighty. Have a good day, Yvonne.”
“Bye!”
“Aaaah! Etienne, oh my God!” I scream a millisecond after I hang up.
I buck and shudder against his mouth as I come on his tongue. At some point during my incoherent phone conversation, he had undone his pants. So, he rises up and slides into me smoothly, my legs still over his shoulders as he bends over me in the chair, practically bringing my knees to my ears. Both of his hands grip the chair on either side of my hips, his triceps are like granite as I clutch them. He easily dips his cock into my slick depths. The feel of him stretching me to capacity, stroking over my sensitive nerve-endings, and his head tapping that secret spot is indescribably delectable.
His plump lips capture mine. I lick the crease of his lips. The taste of my pussy hits my tongue, and I moan into his mouth as he opens for me. His tongue dips into mine in time with his slow deep strokes. He swallows my cries with his mouth.
Etienne brings my legs down to his waist, and then bands his arms around my torso. I wrap my arms around his neck as he lifts me off the chair. He turns around and sets me on top of the kitchen table.
For some reason, the fact that he hasn’t spoken a single word since he walked through the door is strangely sexy and mysterious. Like he’s some kind of prowler come to plunder my secret treasures or something. And I am his willing prey.
He lays me back on my paperwork and lifts one of my legs up onto his chest. He kisses my ankle as he continues to roll his hips into me. His hand strokes down my thigh to my sex, and begins caressing the tip of his wet dick against my clit, getting it slick before stroking into me again. His thumb lightly rubs over my swollen nub. My internal walls start to flutter around him in the begins of an intense orgasm.
“Yes, Etienne. YES!” I cry.
Another orgasm crashes over me like waves in a storm. My muscles clench around him in a vice grip, and I feel his cock jerk and then ripple as he comes right behind me. He bends over and lays his head against my chest, his hips tremble, and his shaft throbs inside me.
As blissful as I am, when I finally come to my senses, I find myself a bit irritated with my new lover.
“Etienne, if you ever do that again, I’ll wring your neck,” I say softly as I stroke my fingers through his hair.
“Mon amour?”
“Don’t use that ‘my love’ shit with me to butter me up.” I move to sit up, and he’s forced off of my chest.
He grabs a paper towel, wets in under the faucet, and comes back to clean me of the remnants of our lovemaking.
“I was on the phone with a very important client, and you nearly humiliated me. Making love with you is incredible but at the appropriate time. Don’t do it again.” I give him my best stern mother look that served me well for twenty-two years.
“I apologize. I did not intend to get so carried away. I have missed you.” He brushes a strand of hair behind his ear, looking remorseful as he sits in the chair he’d lifted me out of earlier. “It took all of my strength not to come to you last night and all day today. I could not wait a minute more. And then when I saw you standing there barefoot and lovely in that dress, I had to have you. I got carried away. It will not happen again.”
“Thank you,” I say as I straddle his lap. “We need to draw some boundaries so that we don’t get lost in each other.”
“It is a bit late for that. I am already lost.” His jade eyes hit me with intensity. “The truth of it is, I was lost the night of my exhibition. I was standing there talking to a well-known art collector when I looked up and saw you.
“You were breathtaking. And the way you gazed at my painting with this intense longing, yet so unsure of yourself, I was immediately drawn to you. I knew I had to be the man to give you what you needed. To show you.”
“To show me what?” I’m totally drawn into his story, forgetting my irritation of a moment ago. Learning about how he first saw me and why he’d approached me in the first place.
“To show you that you are just as beautiful and sensual as the woman in the painting waiting for her lover.” He kisses my lips softly before continuing his story. “So, barely without a word, I excused myself to come talk to you. I did not care if they were offended or not. I had to speak to you before you slipped away from me like a dream. If it were not for Raquel, I think you would have gotten away. After you ran off pretending you did not feel well, I begged her to set up something where we could spend more time together. I thought of you constantly. So much that you came to me in my dreams every night. I would wake up sweating and hard or with my seed spilled on my stomach like a teenage boy. I have never wanted someone so much.”
He cups my face, stroking his thumb over my cheek. I can’t help but press my face further against his warm hand. I turn and kiss the middle of his palm before resting my cheek against his hand once more.
“No wonder you were so persistent. I tried so hard to stay away from you. Especially after I realized my daughter had a crush on you. But something about you made me hope I’d see you again and that you’d keep trying. I wanted you to wear me down. I’m glad that you did.”
I smile at him. His thumb caresses my bottom lip. My eyes close and my mouth opens. He slowly slides his thumb into my mouth, my lips close around it, and my tongue flicks the rough pad. He hisses between his teeth, and my eyes open to find his are aflame again.
“Will this want ever stop?” He asks.
“I hope not.”
I feel him hardening against my stomach. In the position we’re in, it’s easy for me to rise and then sink back down his extensive length. Our lips connect, and I rock my hips into oblivion.
~~~
“Hmm… Can a sistah get pizza delivered in this country?” I whine in exhaustion.
I’m currently a limp noodle as I lay back against Etienne’s chest surrounded by warm water in my tub. He squeezes the washcloth over my chest, letting the water trickle down my breast and nipples washing away the suds that are covering them.
He’d suggested taking a ba
th after making love a couple more times to soothe my aching body and tender vagina. Honestly, it has been a new experience for me. I’ve never taken a bath with a man before. It is so undeniably intimate. Maybe even more than sex. Virtual strangers have sex during one-night stands. Actual strangers have sex when prostitutes hook up with a john they’ve never met before. But a bath…that’s different. You don’t really bathe with strangers. Laying skin to skin. Soaping each other up. I’m in heaven.
“No, I want to take you to dinner.”
“But I’m entirely too weak for all that. You wore me out.” My head lolls from side to side on his chest in a lazy shake of my head.
“But I do not want you to think I only want you for sex. You are much more to me than that.” He kisses my temple.
“I don’t think that. Besides, we both need to conserve money. The weekends are for going out. During the week, we can just stay in and enjoy each other’s company in the privacy of our own homes. Deal?”
“Deal.”
“Now, let’s order something. I’m too tired to cook.”
“I know a great Indian place that actually delivers.”
“Perfect.”
We find the number in a restaurant directory I picked up when I first moved into my flat. Etienne does the ordering, asking me if there’s any type of foods I don’t like or can’t eat. Which isn’t much. I’ve never been a picky eater.
Once the food arrives, I turn my coffee table widthwise and place two pillows on the floor on either side. We sit cross-legged on the floor and eat with our hands Indian-style.
I watch Etienne scoop up some curry with a piece of naan. His long, thick fingers stained with purple and blue paint slide the savory food between his lush lips. It’s incredibly sensual. How he makes eating look sexy, I do not know?
“You’re a lefty,” I say in surprise. Only now realizing this fun fact about him.
“Oui. It is why I am creative. I think more with my right brain. The creative side.”
“You know, Indian culture requires you to eat with your right hand only. I think it’s because they wipe their backsides with their left.” I stifle a giggle.
“Then we will make sure we do not tell them.” He grins at me and winks.
“So…how do you survive being creative? Being an artist, when you’re not selling your work at big exhibitions?”
“Performing at clubs helps a little. I also teach art at the university. The classes are open to anyone who wants to learn and willing to pay, not just students.”
“Really?”
“Mmhmm.” He hums in the affirmative as he takes another bite.
“I admire your hustle,” I say with respect as the wheels in my head start to turn.
I’m a little short on activities for the ladies coming to tour the country. For now, I have the empty times marked as free-time for them to explore on their own. But it would be nice for them to have something else to do if they are interested. Though I feel guilty asking him to help. I don’t want him to feel like I’m using him. We just began this relationship.
“I must feed myself and pay rent. I cannot depend on the sale of my art. Although, Raquel and Corinne letting me show my work to their wealthy circle of friends took care of all of that for a couple of years. I put it aside, and now I am only living off of the money from my other two jobs and taking only what I need from the money I have saved.”
“They believe in your work. So, do I. It should be seen.”
“Merci,” he says with a slight tinge of pink to his cheeks. “Enough about me. Your guests will be arriving next week, yes?”
“Yep. I’m excited and nervous. I hope I have enough activities planned for them, so they’re not bored out of the minds.”
“Would you like for me to hold a private class for them?” He smirks at me.
Damn, he’s good! This man knows he can read me like a book.
“Would you, really?”
“For you…I will do anything.”
The intensity of his green-eyed stare makes my stomach flip-flop.
“Anything?”
“Oui.”
“Then, how about a taste of whatever that is?” I point to a delicious looking dish as I try to ease my trembling tummy.
“Lamb biryani.”
“Yeah, that.”
Etienne scoops up the vibrant orange and yellow colored rice and meat between his fingers and reaches across the table. I lean forward and part my lips. Slowly, he places the food in my mouth. His fingertips linger on my lips, and my tongue peeks out to lick them clean.
“Soyez prudent, Taryn.” He stares at me hard. “Je vais volontiers vous baiser à cet étage.” Be careful, Taryn. I will gladly fuck you on this floor.
“Promettre.” Promise.
I stare back at him just as intensely. Daring him to make good on his threat.
The legs of the table scrape loudly against the floor as he pushes it out of the way. Etienne crawls towards me, and I fall back, gladly letting him overtake me. The split in my silk robe falling open as I lie back. I’d decided earlier not to get dressed again because I knew he’d only undress me again.
I’d always heard that most relationships begin hot and heavy. Couples having sex multiple times a day, every day in the beginning. The honeymoon stage. I hadn’t had the luxury of experiencing that until now. Daryl hadn’t wanted to be distracted from his studies. I would be horny and ready to go again after we made love once, but he’d be up and showered ready to go to class, to the library to study, or the hospital to do his rounds. So, having someone so passionate and insatiable because of me makes me feel powerful and unbelievably sexy. Sensual and feminine.
He brushes my robe out of the way, exposing my naked body underneath. My hands help him pull off his shirt and reach for his jeans and shove them down his hips and ass. He quickly kicks them the rest of the way off. His first thrust is hard and swift. My back arches off the floor as he hits my sweet spot. A spot I never knew I had until him. It is as if his length, width, and curvature were made for me.
When he said he was going to fuck me, he hadn’t been lying. There is no room for lovemaking this time around. He slams into me hard and fast. So hard and fast that he slides me across the floor with every thrust. My silk robe against the slick floor aiding the movement. He moves with me, unrelenting. I can’t even catch my breath. My tailbone smacks against the hardwood, but I barely notice as my pussy flutters around him. My head finally hits the wall, stopping our forward momentum. I press my hands back against it, protecting my head, so I’m not knocked out by the force of his thrusts. But his merciless strokes hitting my sweet spot over and over makes me black out anyway.
I scream as my body seizes and then explodes. My vision fades to black like an old-fashioned black and white movie.
“Taryn! Taryn, mon amour. Are you alright?”
Etienne’s voice reaches my ears. Fear colors his words. His hands lightly tap and stroke my face, trying to pull me from unconsciousness.
“Mon amour, please wake up.”
My eyelids flutter open. It takes a moment for them to focus. I finally see him hovering over me, his brow furrowed with worry. My body feels lightweight as it floats through the air and then placed on something soft. I realize that he must have carried me over to the couch. I try to move and a moan bursts through my mouth when the ache from my tailbone finally hits.
“Are you alright?”
“Mmm…yeah. I’m good. Just sore. How long was I out?” My voice is hoarse from that scream.
“Maybe a minute or two, I think. It felt longer. I am so sorry.” He plants kisses on my face, trying to soothe me.
“I’m not.” I smile. “That was so intense you made me pass out. Who does that?!”
“I was much too rough. I must not do it again.”
“Let’s not get crazy. It’s nothing that an ice pack and a heating pad can’t fix.”
“But I hurt you.”
“Well, I liked it. Did you not h
ear me? The sex was so good, you made me pass out for God’s sake! That’s never happened to me before. I’ll take ‘more of where that came from’ for $500, Alex.”
Etienne’s eyebrows furrow.
“I do not understand.”
“It’s an American joke. I just meant that I’ll gladly do it again.” I stroke his face and brush his hair back behind his ears. “I’m fine, Etienne. I promise.”
“Then I admit, it was very good.” He grins down at me.
I smile back and pull him down for a kiss. He tries to keep the kiss chaste and sweet, but I deepen the kiss. He groans and pulls a few inches away from me. His hair falls around us like a veil.
“You make me crazy, Taryn. You consume me. My every thought. My body. Everything.” He rests his forehead on mine, rubbing his nose back and forth against mine as his breath fans my lips. “But I think we should take a break now. Your body needs time to recover.”
“You sure?”
“I am sure.” He pulls back and then stands. “I will get you some ice for your back. And then maybe we can watch a movie. Maybe a very funny and unsexy movie.”
I giggle like a young girl. The power I hold over him makes me giddy. I gaze appreciatively at his cute ass as he struts into the kitchen.
“Fine. Goonies, it is.” I sigh regretfully.
“That is for children, no?” He turns to look at me as he digs through the freezer for my ice trays.
“If the shoe fits,” I tease.
I quickly turn into the couch cushions and laugh as he lobs an ice cube at me.
“Very funny.” He squints at me. “Where did my shy, timid girl go? She is now a sassy and insatiable wildcat.”
He wraps a towel around a plastic baggy filled with ice cubes, ties the ends of the towel to keep the ice inside, and strides towards me naked and confident. His cock, even flaccid, is long and thick. It swings heavily with every step, like a pendulum trying to hypnotize me.
“She’s still here. Somewhere.” My face heats as I watch his penis grow and rise from the weight of my stare. “Do you miss her?”