by Ju Ephraime
She was trying to hold onto the glass and not spill the champagne as he placed her on the bed and retrieved the glass from her hands.
“I suspect you are well and truly hot for me.” Not waiting for her to answer, he lunged for her and went unerring to her wet pussy as his finger deftly stroked her clit, dousing it in the champagne and putting it inside her. As if that’s wasn’t enough, he poured the champagne on her mons and lapped it up as it trickled down to her pussy.
She arched off the bed with supplicating moans as he gave her a particularly strong pull on her clit.
“God, … oh, oh, yes—“
“No, not yet. You are on fire, hot and wet.” He dipped his finger inside her burning pussy and holding her gaze with his—his silvery eyes had gone almost black with the pupils so dilated they had all but disappeared—he licked it. “My honey pot.”
She eluded him and made room for him on the bed. He watched her from beneath lids heavy with desire. Franchesca reclined against the pillows. “Do you have a thirst for honey, darling?” Her voice was so husky she didn’t recognize it.
Spreading her legs, she dipped her finger into her pussy and proceeded to spread her juices over her nipples. With a growl he was on her, his mouth closing over her nipple.
*****
Damon found her totally alluring. She was so splendidly uninhibited it was impossible for him to resist tasting her, now! He climbed onto the bed and rose above her, hungrily feasting his eyes where his mouth would soon follow.
Finding her was like finding a treasure. He knew he would love her from now into eternity. He could hardly believe that, at last, this treasure was his. Not only was Franchesca beautiful, sensual, and passionate, she was also smart, with a sense of humor to match. He made a silent vow there and then to devote himself to loving her and putting her first before anything else. There would be no repeat of the situation with Izzabella.
Rising on all fours, he moved over her as she lay spread-eagle before him like a lavish buffet. He began by nibbling, licking, and kissing her. When he was sure he’d covered every square inch, he flipped her over and proceeded to give her back the same focused attention. As she lay on her stomach, he could see her fist opening and closing, grabbing onto the bed covers.
He’d been dreaming of taking her from behind ever since he first time had her. Hoisting her up, he wrapped his arm around her. He was going to have to go at this slowly.
“Are you okay?”
*****
Franchesca was a bit nervous and excited at the same time, two powerful emotions that had her out of her mind with lust. She knew he was big, and this might be painful in that position, but she was determined to go through the pain and claim the prize at the end.
“Yes.” She panted, too far-gone to speak coherently.
He lowered his body over her from behind, and he nudged her legs apart. She couldn’t help moaning as she felt his finger preparing her to receive him. He spread her liquid over the opening of her pussy, and then she felt the thick head of his penis nudging her entrance as he slid into the wetness of her waiting body. Placing his hand beneath her, he used his fingers, and applying pressure to her clit, he showed her what it meant to be pleasured out of her mind.
She was caught between his body and his hand. He played her like a master fiddler. She was going out of her mind, her teeth on edge from breathing through her mouth, as he drove her insane with sensation.
She pushed back against him, seeking some relief, and he went even deeper. She felt his opened mouth on her back, and as she pushed back against him, he thrust forward. He set up a rhythm, his every motion a counterpoint to hers.
She was gasping as she took everything he gave, feeling him shove deeper while he continued working her with his fingers. The sensations merged together. She could no longer identify their sources. She felt her release coming with a wave that began in the middle of her head and travelled down her spine. As it did, it became stronger, causing her to scream and push back from the force of it. Damon thrust back into her, and a second wave hit her as it travelled down to her toes. This time the force threw her back against him, and he did not miss a stroke. He slammed back into her with such force she felt him touch her womb. This time she took him along with her in a release that seemed to go on and on, their bodies jerking like puppets on a string.
When they were able to come up for air, he was breathing hard, as if he had just completed several laps around the track. She was not doing any better. She expected him to withdraw from her, but he kept his arm around her, and rolling onto the bed, he took her with him. She ended up on top of him, facing the ceiling.
She was learning something about him. He didn’t like to withdraw immediately. She was not surprised when she felt him pulsing inside her. He was still erect. She was in for it now because he had both hands free to torture her. She gave up and followed where he led, and he kept at it until she lost count of the number of orgasms he brought her to before he claimed his. Rolling onto his side, he took her with him.
“I’m sorry, darling, but I’m insatiable for you.”
“I’m insatiable for you too,” she replied, giving the hand caressing her breast a nip.
“You’ll pay for this.”
“No kidding.” She rolled away from him, causing him to gasp as they became separated. Laughing, she hopped out of the bed. “I need a long shower.”
“Are you sure? A long shower?”
“Yes,” she replied.
“Let’s go then. I’m all for it.”
“You lead; I’ll follow. I don’t know the layout of the land.”
He took her hand, and they went to the far end of the room where he opened a door that led to a dressing room and, beyond that was a bathroom that put any spa to shame. The bathroom’s décor was very masculine, all marble and granite in a contemporary style of silver and white.
It was spotless. One side of the wall was all mirrors that threw the light and their reflections back at them. There was a separate room with a tub that was not a tub but a small swimming pool made of striated marble of silver and white.
The shower could easily hold four people. There was a jet for every area of the body. Jets were even coming out the floor. She’d thought her brothers Wolfe and Foxx were self-indulgent when they had designed their bathrooms, but this was beyond vanity.
“What are we going to do in here, bathe?” she asked with a laugh.
“That’s a leading question, Franchesca. Come here, I’ll show you.” And he proceeded to do just that. Franchesca never knew a shower could be used to drive her out of your mind with lust, but this shower did just that.
The way the jets were positioned hit with just enough force to have her whimpering as he soaped and washed her. His hands were everywhere, no parts off limits.
She did the same with him. It was a revelation to her. She’d never showered with a man before. And feeling his body, the texture of it as she soaped and washed him, was the biggest turn-on for her and him. By the time they finally left the shower, she swore she could feel muscles in places she didn’t know she had any.
“Are you hungry, darling?”
“I’m starved.”
“Come.” He took two white fluffy robes from a heated drawer and wrapped her in one. It was not soon enough. She was beginning to get prune skin from being so long in the shower. When she looked at her hair in the mirror, she was amazed to see what she’d done to her hair that had been so beautiful earlier. She tried salvaging it by wrapping a towel around it, but she had to abandon the idea; it was a losing battle. This man would be the death of her, but what a way to die.
“What are you smiling about?” she asked.
“It’s a secret,” he replied, grinning even more.
“Oh, really, are we keeping secrets from each other then?”
“No,” he replied, this time unable to contain his laughter.
“Then share,” she demanded. “And stop laughing at me.”
; “I’m not laughing at you.”
“You are too laughing at me,” she told him.
“You’re so demanding,” he told her.
“Speak for yourself. I’m not demanding.” This time she was the one smiling.
“Well, what are you smiling about?”
“I was just thinking what a demanding lover you are.”
“You don’t like me so demanding? I’ll defer to you then.”
“You know you can no sooner defer to me than you could stop breathing. However, if you become too demanding, rest assured, I’ll let you know.”
“You’ll pull me up? Is that a promise or a threat? Either way, I’m becoming excited already.”
“You, sir, are a sex addict.”
“Not really, I just happen to love having sex with you. Every time is a new experience.”
“Oh, darling. I love you so much.” She couldn’t resist giving him a big old sloppy kiss.
“No, I love you more, sweetheart. You have become my reason for living. Let me get Ange to bring up a tray. I don’t want to share you with anyone tonight. I’ll fix you a drink.”
“I should’ve known you’d have a bar in your room.”
“Not just a bar. I have a complete suite up here. Let’s go into the sitting room while I fix you the drink. What are you drinking?”
“I’ll have a brandy on the rocks.”
“Okay, I don’t think good brandy should be diluted with ice, but to each his own.”
“Good! I’m glad to hear you acknowledge this.”
*****
Franchesca wasn’t surprised to see he had a full-sized sitting room. It was beautifully furnished in the same colors as his bedroom, dark wood accessorized with a beige and gold ensemble. The doors were bright white, which made everything in the room pop.
She hadn’t taken the time to admire the bedroom; she was in a lust fog when he’d thrown her on the bed. She knew it was extremely wide because he was able to flip her while he was still connected to her body, and he was a tall man, and she was no midget. But this living room was all Damon. She could see him in here. It reflected his personality.
She took a seat on a plush sectional in beige, which took up an entire wall. The facing wall was taken up with a large flat screen television, and the third wall was decorated with a display of lights against a beautiful scene of a fishing village.
“Is this Cornwall?”
“Yes. We have to make plans for you to meet my parents. How soon do you want to go?”
“It will have to be after I get back from Martinique.”
“When are you going to Martinique?”
“In a week. My brother is getting married, and I can’t miss it. I promised him I’d be there. I wish I didn’t have to go, but this was planned before I met you. If you weren’t such a busy man, you could accompany me, but you’re such a busy man.”
“I’m not too busy for you, Franchesca. Do you want me to come with you?”
“Could you? That would be wonderful. That way, you’ll get to meet my family. Unlike you, I have a large family, with four brothers who can be a bit difficult.”
“Why, what’s difficult about your brothers?”
“I don’t want to influence you. You’ll have to wait until you meet them, especially Wolfe.”
“Wolfe?”
“Yes, there’s Wolfe and Foxx. They are twins, and Raymond, who is after me, and Brian who is the eldest. I have one sister, Cecilia, who’s after Brian.”
“Wow, being an only child that sounds like a large bunch.”
“I just thought of something. My flight is already booked. How can you travel with me?”
“Which airline are you flying on?”
“Air France.”
“Don’t worry, I’ll take care of it.”
“Oh, I forgot to whom I was talking. You’ll wave your magic wand and make it happen.”
“I’ll give you a magic wand,” he said, giving her a kiss. “Let me refresh your drink.”
Just then there was a knock on the door, signaling Ange’s arrival. She came in wheeling a cart that was loaded with enough food for four people.
“Do you want me to set it up, Monsieur Dumont?”
“No, you can leave us, Ange. We’ll take care of it, thanks.”
They ate a leisurely dinner that would make any five-star restaurant proud.
Since they already had two drinks each, the appetizer was a wonderful cheese soufflé. The main course was duck with orange sauce accompanied by a garden salad, brown rice, and a Bordeaux Red. There was a cheese board, consisting of cheeses of varying textures and flavors, grapes, apples, nuts, and a baguette. The desserts were chocolate profiteroles and apple tarts followed by coffee with chocolate truffle and finished with a glass of cognac.
When they finished the dinner, they cuddled on the sofa, and Damon sent an email to his travel agent to book him two seats on her existing flight. She couldn’t believe he instructed her to cancel Franchesca’s reservation and have the money refunded. He was incredible.
After dinner, she got dressed to leave. He tried to get her to stay, but she had to remind him she’d been out for two weeks already and was soon to leave again for three weeks.
So, she had to show her face at work. Being the businessman that he was, he agreed and took her back to her flat. What she had not counted on was him staying. He wanted to sleep with her, in her bed, his, it didn’t matter, and sleep with her he did, although they didn’t do much sleeping. The man was insatiable.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
The next morning Franchesca was determined to return to work. She got up at the crack of dawn, having had only a couple hours of sleep and began preparing for work.
“Why are you up so early, darling? Come back to bed.”
“No, I can’t. I have to fix my hair, which takes the better part of an hour.”
“Come back to bed. I’ll help you fix your hair.”
“You are kidding, right? You can fix hair? Don’t tell me. I don’t want to know where you acquired that particular skill,” she said with a laugh.
“You won’t laugh when you see what I can do. Anyway, I need you now. Come back to bed.”
“You just had me, Damon, less than three hours ago.”
“Was it really less than three hours ago? It seemed like longer. My beast is hungry.”
Turning to give him a glance, she was shocked to see him lying on the bed, holding his rampant erection in his hand. She immediately forgot what she was going to say to him as her body responded.
She flew to the bed and was on him like a wild tigress, sniffing, licking, and sucking. He responded with a satisfied laugh, which caused his cock to jerk in her mouth. She loved this man, and he’d turned her into a sex-crazed addict.
“I thought you were busy preparing for work,” he said smiling.
“I can’t resist you when you are in that state,” she replied.
“What state is that?”
“You know.”
“No, I don’t. Tell me.”
“The one you are in right now, waving at me.”
“Admit it, darling. You are a sex addict. You just didn’t know it. Now you are truly out of the closet—exposed.”
“I’ll give you an exposure.” She removed her robe and straddled his waist. She stood over him in the bed and watched as his eyes feasted hungrily on her pussy. He leaned forward and brought his mouth to her, but she pushed him back down and proceeded to make love to him until they claimed their release together.
“Now I have to shower and start all over again.”
“We’ll shower together.”
“No, we won’t. I know the things you do in the shower.”
“Okay, I’ll have pity on you. Go shower. I’ll wait here like a dutiful boy.”
“Thanks, darling.” He was adorable, but she needed to get to work today. Marcella would come looking for her if she wasn’t there. Speaking of which, she had promised to answer her call. Fran
chesca had completely forgotten Marcella the minute she’d seen Damon outside her flat. She had to hunt for her phone, and sure enough, she’d missed several calls from Marcella and several calls from her family.
There was a text from Raymond. Oh my God, oh my God. She had to finish getting ready to leave for Raymond’s wedding. This was a wrong time to have to leave—she was just getting to know Damon— but she’d had promised Raymond, and she always tried to keep her promise, especially one made to Raymond.
She put in a call to Marcella first.
“Hi, Marcella, I’m sorry I didn’t answer your call. I was in bed and didn’t have my phone with me. I’m on my way in to work. I’ll see you there.” She eased her conscience by telling herself that, even if she was stretching the truth, she was indeed in bed.
She texted Raymond back and told him she was on her way to work, but she would definitely be home for his wedding, she would send him her flight details later, and she was bringing a guest with her.
After doing all this, there was no time to do anything about her hair. Dressing in slacks and blouse, she hurriedly kissed Damon goodbye and was out the door before he could say, “Wait.” She had no breakfast, but that was nothing new. Only now she’d used up so much energy with Damon she was famished. She’d have breakfast in the café at work. Yes, she would get Marcella to have breakfast with her while she told her about Damon.
She’d not felt comfortable telling anyone about him because he was still married to Izzabella, but now, she would broadcast him to the world. Thinking of Damon brought a contented smile to her mouth.
“Something is making you very happy. That smile looks like the cat that ate all the cream.”
“Oh, Marcella, there you are. I was just thinking about you.”
“No you weren’t. There’s no way in hell thinking about me could bring that smile to your mouth.”
“Okay, no. But I was thinking about you. Do you have time to have breakfast with me?”
“Yes, I’ve got to hear this.”
“Hear what?”
“Whatever it is that caused you to be practically glowing with this look of satisfied contentment on your face, although I can’t say the same about your hair. What happened to your beautiful hairstyle?”