by Ju Ephraime
“Which hotel are you staying at?”
“I haven’t booked any hotel yet, but we can go to yours while I make up my mind,” he said.
She felt her heart do a flip. She thought he might be testing her. She so wanted him to spend the next couple of days with her, but she didn’t want to push it. She was thrilled that it was his decision.
“That’s a good idea,” she told him. “I have a full suite, so there is plenty of room.”
“Okay, let’s forget the room, it was just a thought. I intend to spend all my time with you, making love to you, the entire time I’m here.”
“You have a one-track mind, Raymond,” she said with a soft laugh.
“And how many tracks does your mind have? Don’t hold back. I can take it. You don’t have to spare my feelings. Either way, I’m here to work on changing the way you feel and to have your mind on one track, like mine.”
“You won’t have to work too hard. I’m teetering on the edge. All I need is a soft nudge.”
“A soft nudge, you say?” he asked, tongue in cheek. “How soft is soft? Soft-soft, mid-soft, or hard-soft?”
“What does it matter? I’ll take whatever nudge you give me, soft, mid-soft or hard, very hard. I’m down with it.”
“If you keep talking in double-entendres, I won’t be held responsible for how I respond.”
She simply raised an eyebrow, not looking very intimidated. He knew she could give and take. She was by no means a pushover. He reached across the seat for her hand. It was as if he couldn’t stand not being in contact with her skin all the time. Threading his fingers through hers, he gently massaged the rapidly beating pulse in her wrist.
How had he come to be so in love with this woman? It seemed as if he had only begun to live, really live, in the last couple of weeks. A couple of weeks ago he had not even met her. Now he couldn’t envision his life without her in it. He didn’t want to scare her, but he needed her to marry him sooner, rather than later. He wanted to wake up every morning with her in his bed. He knew his brothers would have a field day if they were to find out. He’d made enough fun of them when they were going gaga over their women.
It had seemed so unreal to him. Now here he was going through his own gaga moments with Gabrielle. He didn’t know if she felt about him the way he felt about her, but she’d better. Otherwise, he was in deep shit, and he didn’t like being there. He also didn’t handle rejection very well. It could be because he’d never had a woman say no to him. But, then again, he didn’t have to pursue women. It was the other way around. He was usually too busy with other things to get caught up in that pursuit.
It amazed him. During all this driving and talking with Gabrielle, his mind was on one thing, being alone with her. He’d never had this strong physical attraction to any other woman. Maybe something about Gabrielle’s scent turns him into a randy dog.
When the taxi finally came to a stop, he was the first one out the door. It took every bit of patience for him to stand by as the taxi driver made change for the fifty euros he’d given him. The fare was only fifteen euros, with a five euros tip. He was due back thirty euros. He was about ready to walk away and say to hell with it when Gabrielle handed the driver twenty euros and took the fifty euros back from him.
She must have seen how jumpy he was because she was looking at him strangely.
“Are you all right, Raymond?”
“Couldn’t be better,” he all but growled. “Why?”
“You seem impatient. You almost snapped the driver’s head off.”
“I’m sorry, chérie. I just want to be alone with you.”
“You will be soon. I missed you too.”
They raced into the hotel and up the two flights of stairs, not bothering to take the elevator. The instant the door closed behind them, he was on her. His hands framed her face, and as he gazed into her eyes, his mouth came down hard over hers. Pulling her urgently against his body, his tongue shot into the warm darkness he had been aching to penetrate.
For a good couple of minutes, that was just what he did, repeatedly, claiming her mouth with a searching intimacy that had her trembling as she slid her arms around his neck and returned the deep kisses with a hunger that equaled his. Raymond groaned, and his arms tightened about her, his entire body shuddering with need.
When Raymond finally lifted his mouth, his breathing was ragged. He held her with bruising strength while he had his face buried in her neck, inhaling deeply.
Chapter Twenty-Four
The degree of Raymond’s hunger for her completely undid Gabrielle. She had never known anything like it before. She gave a husky little cry and moved sensuously against him, slowly stroking his body with hers, making the hunger that was riding them more intense. He raked his fingers down the back of her thighs, parting them even as he lifted her and pressed her against the blunt ridge of his erection. He moved his hips once, hard, as though he were plunging into her, and then he moved very deliberately, his body shaking as she listened to the shattered breaths racking his body, feeling him tremble wildly as he tried to get even closer to her.
Knowing he wanted her as much as she wanted him, she was so hungry for him that she thought she would die from it. She whispered his name again and again between hard, deep kisses. She wanted all of him.
Standing back, she began to undress him. Her hands were shaking so much she couldn’t undo the tiny buttons of his shirt. In a desperate move, she ripped them apart.
“You're killing me, darling,” he said, his voice hoarse as he stood still, letting her have her way with him.
She kneaded down his muscular torso to his waist. She hesitated only a minute before her fingers dipped inside the waist of his jeans, which hung low on his hips. She watched him inhale, and with a soft ripping sound that echoed in the room, she pulled the zipper down with her left hand, her right hand pushing the pants off his hips.
The hard length of his cock was there, standing proudly at attention, as if to say, happy to see me? She took the rigid flesh in her palm and lovingly rubbed her finger on the bulbous head, which was so swollen it appeared ready to pop.
*****
Raymond bit off a curse and a plea as she caressed him, moaning even as he did. If she didn’t stop soon, this would be over before it had begun. He caught her hand in his, trying to stop her, but he couldn’t bring himself to remove the sweet pressure of her fingers caressing his throbbing flesh.
He couldn’t stop himself from moving his hips very slowly, and then he had to stop her.
“Stop,” he said, hoarsely, still moving his hips in contradiction to his request. “Chérie, je ne puis pas prendre plus, I can’t take any more.”
“I can’t, darling,” Gabrielle admitted. “I want to see all of you.”
She eased her hands away reluctantly, allowing him space to step out of his shoes.
With barely one foot out of his shoes, she was back on him again, as if she couldn’t stand to keep her hand away from his throbbing flesh.
“If you don’t behave, I won’t give it to you.”
With that, he moved away from her, and he took his time removing his shirt. She came at him again.
“You’re so impatient.”
“Yes, I am,” she admitted. “I want to help you.”
He moved to the other side of the room to remove his jeans, and finally his briefs.
“Well, there, it’s done.”
Raymond’s nude body glowed with a sheen of moisture as though oiled. Various textures of hair formed patterns across his thighs and torso. The flesh she had caressed with her hands was no longer concealed from her gaze.
Every time she saw him, it was as if she was seeing him for the first time, especially the way they went at each other before they had fully undressed. He was even more powerful than she had first thought, seeing him now, so compelling in his masculine beauty, she couldn’t breathe. She had a strong urge to lick and suck every inch of him.
“You are magnificent,”
she told him, her eyes roaming over his body, trying to take it all in at once. She loved everything she saw in the man standing naked before her.
She went down to her knees in front of him. He smelled of heat and passion, a dizzying combination.
She watched him close his eyes as she rubbed her finger over the head of his penis. It was so thick it was shining. It looked like a ripe plum, and she had to have a taste. Opening her mouth, she took the entire thing into her mouth.
*****
He couldn’t hold back the groan as her tongue encircled the head of his cock. He was hissing when she swallowed the entire thing, and followed that up with a lick from the base back up to the head. Her mouth was all over him, sucking and licking, leaving a trail of heat in its wake.
She loved him with her mouth, like he had never been loved before. He didn’t know how long he could take it. The sensation was too intense for him to last much longer.
Just when he was about to lift her from her knees, she took both his balls into her mouth at the same time, and then he lost it. One minute he was in control, and the next, she had reduced him to a blubbering idiot. He was no more ready for that move than he was ready for what she did next.
She kept licking and sucking until the last drop of his seed had disappeared down her throat. Lifting her off her knees, he had a difficult time undressing her because he was still stiff as a piece of wood, as if he’d not just spilled his seed all over her face.
“Raymond,” she said shakily, “take me now.” As she spoke, she kicked off her shoes, stepped out of her jeans and panties, and pulled her top over her head. She wasn’t wearing any bra, so she was soon standing before him naked.
She felt exhilarated when he removed her top and her heavy breast jumped free. She seldom wore a bra. She found it too restrictive. It felt wonderful standing in front of him this way, her nipples stiffened to points. Raymond filled her senses to the point when there was nothing else. She rejoiced in the feeling, wanting nothing else, only him.
Lifting her up against his body, he turned and placed her back against the wall. He felt the heat of her pussy surrounding him, even though he had not entered her yet. Now that the edge had been taken off his appetite, he intended to savor every aspect of her sensual release until there was no part of her he did not know.
Bringing her down slowly on to the head of his waiting cock, he pressed slowly against her, into her, giving her what they both wanted so desperately. He joined them with a slow thoroughness that was poetry in motion.
He heard her make a broken sound as he began filling her, one increment at a time, until she had taken it all. Then he thrust home and joined himself completely to her, sealing them one to the other. Only then did he begin to move his hips in slow, sensuous circles against her swollen clit. With each move, he made certain to hit her in the same exact spot, releasing the pleasure that swirled from her body to his and vice versa.
He prolonged their pleasure until he felt her coming apart as only Gabrielle came apart, screaming and begging him to move harder and faster, scoring him with her nails as he took her with hard, fast thrusts, moving powerfully, holding nothing back as he took her soaring with him to the great beyond of the little death— la petite mort.
He kept at her the entire night. There was no sleep for either of them. He had to make up for over a week of deprivation, worrying about her, questioning where this was going, not knowing if she was just using him to fill a void.
Chapter Twenty-Five
When he finally rolled off her body, it was 5:30 in the morning. That was the longest they had gone at it. She was just as insatiable as he was. He had finally met his match. He couldn’t help grinning, thinking about it. He had done things with Gabrielle that he hadn’t even known were possible. The fifty positions of the Kumastura were her favorite, especially the love knot and the honey trap. He had her howling with the honey trap, while he was inside her, he used his thumb to apply pressure to her clit. She had been equally adventurous. God, he knew she would be in pain when she finally got out of bed. He himself was barely holding it together. He hoped he would be able to do what he’d come here to do.
He didn’t have the heart to wake her. She was fast asleep. He was famished. Picking up the phone, he ordered breakfast. He didn’t know if he should order any for Gabrielle, but he went ahead and ordered her some fresh fruits, pancakes and syrup, and, of course, coffee.
He went into the shower for a quick one before the breakfast arrived. He was rubbing lotion on his body when he raised his eyes to find her wide-awake, watching him.
“Hi, sleepyhead, you’re awake?”
“I am, I’m too exhausted to sleep. I was just thinking I didn’t want to hear the word sex or making love for a long, long time. But one look at your naked body, and I’m back to being in lust again.”
“You’re just a horny toad,” he told her, giving her a kiss.
“I’m not a horny toad. It’s you. You make me do things, want things, lust after you. When I opened my eyes and saw you holding your semi-erect penis in your hand while you applied lotion to it, do you have any idea what a beautiful picture you made?”
“No, tell me, but be careful. You're in danger of taking it from semi-erect to erect, and I know you don’t want to do that. Or do you?” He gave her a wicked grin.
“Please have pity on me, you wicked man.” She laughed as she made to get out of the bed. “I hurt in places I didn’t even know a woman could hurt. So stay away from me until I say I’m healed.”
“I’m sorry, chéri. I don’t want you to be in pain. Let me run you a warm bath. It will make you feel better. Do you have anything in here for a soothing bath?”
“I have some bath salts. Look in my toiletry bag.”
“Are you sure you want me to go through your toiletry bag?”
“Positive. I don’t have anything illegal in my bag, even though you might not believe it.”
“I believe you, chérie. Don’t doubt for a minute that I don’t believe. I remember seeing the look on your face when you found the stash Pierre made you responsible for. When I walked away, that look on your face had me perplexed. I’m going to run your bath. It will sting you a bit, but you’ll feel better afterwards.”
He ran the bath for her and sprinkled it liberally with the bath salts he found in her bag. He returned, lifted her, and placed her into the bath.
She almost scrambled out of the hot water when the heat hit her many scrapes and bruises, but he was there to talk her into remaining until the sting had subsided and the heat of the water soothed her body.
“Do you want me to soap your back, chérie?”
“I want you to, but I’ll pass on the offer because I know how it will end.”
“How will it end? You are in control of this from start to finish. I won’t do anything you don’t want.”
“Well, let’s just say it’s me I don’t trust. You know how weak and out of control I get around you. Grrr, you tiger you.”
“You are silly. Now I know you’re hungry.”
As if on cue, there was a knock at the door. He went to let the hotel staff in and directed the young man to leave the food to the side. He signed the check and gave him a tip.
Putting his head through the bedroom door, he told her, “Your breakfast is served, ma chérie.”
“Okay, I’ll be out in a minute, sucré”
“Am I your sugar?”
“Yes, you are.”
“When did I get elevated to that status?”
“That’s how much you know. You were always at that status. You only solidified it last night.”
“How so?”
“When you kept me with my teeth on edge from the sensation you had swirling through my blood stream. I’d say you earned that title. I’d always thought of you that way. Now I believed it was time I gave you your dues.”
“Is this water too hot for you?”
“Come here and find out, you sweet thing.”
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�Are you sure you want me coming in there? You’re talking from both sides of your mouth. If I get in there, you might as well forget breakfast.”
“Okay, okay, I’m coming out, right this minute. I’m starved.”
“I knew that would get you.”
He sat down on the couch and began flipping through the channels. There was nothing of interest to him.
“Chérie, how come Pierre has not called you yet?”
“Oh, he called me.”
“When?”
“Yesterday. He wants me to attend a party he’s throwing at his apartment.”
“Excellent. Did you accept?”
“I didn’t answer him. I’d specifically asked him to stay away from me, and I was too excited, waiting to meet you.”
“Were you excited to meet me, darling?”
“You know I was. Don’t try to pretend.”
“I’d hoped. I’d wished, but no way was I certain.”
“Do you think I behave with any Joe Blow the way I behaved with you?”
“I know you don’t, darling. I was the one you were doing the misbehaving with.”
“Thanks a lot, and there I was thinking I was doing a terrific job keeping up with you.”
“You were, chérie, but a man knows these things. I love you just the way you are.”
“You love me?” She was looking at him with those incredible eyes blinking rapidly.
“Don’t sound so surprised, darling. I thought you knew.”
“How was I supposed to know? You never verbalized it. Is this part of my lack of experience?”
“No.” He leaned over and brushed a kiss over her nose. Such a pretty little nose. “I thought I showed by my actions, by the way I loved you with my body. Hell, I thought I told you by following you over here like a lovesick puppy.”
“I thought you just liked having sex with me, the way I love having it with you.”
“Do you love having sex with me?”
“You know I do, Raymond, so don’t pretend. It doesn’t become you.”