by Diana Nixon
His fingers slipped inside me and I gasped at how good it felt, but it still wasn’t enough…
“I want you,” I said, shamelessly. “Now.”
His thumb circled my clit and my desire grew even stronger. “We can’t, Baby. Not now. I don’t want you to be too sore tomorrow.”
“I don’t give a damn about being sore tomorrow.”
He growled into the curve of my neck. “Stop tempting me, Louise. I’m already fighting for every ounce of control I have right now, and it isn’t much. I can hardly keep myself away from you.”
“Then don’t,” I breathed. I could feel my heartbeat accelerate. My body welcomed his every touch, and I didn’t know how long I would be able to stay still and not turn around. In fact, I don’t know how much longer I could follow that rule at all. I wanted to… No, I needed to see his face.
I swear the man could read my mind because the next thing he said was his way of making me stick to the rules of that game of his. “Finish your shower and get back to bed. I’ll be waiting for you there.”
All of a sudden, Will’s hands were gone, and with them, the feeling of bliss that I could already feel forming inside me.
Oh, how I hated him for leaving me now. I groaned aloud, leaning against the shower wall; he was going to be the death of me. Quickly, I washed the soap off of my body, dried myself with a towel and went back to the darkened bedroom, hoping I would be able to find a way to make Will change his mind about making love to me again.
“Louise,” my name slipped from his lips in the most erotic whisper ever. Wrapping both hands around me, he pulled me to his chest, putting me right on top of him, our bodies touching in all the right places. Tangling one hand in my hair, he brought my lips to his, capturing them in a slow kiss, his tongue pushed against mine.
Trailing his fingers down my sides and back, he stopped at my ass, squeezing it lightly.
“Say it again,” he breathed into my parted lips.
“Say what?” I asked, a little puzzled.
“That you want me.”
I smiled into the darkness. “Isn’t my body saying it for me? I know you can feel how wet I am, and we both know it isn’t from the shower…”
“It is and you’re right, you are wet... But I loved the way you said it before. I want to hear you saying it again. There is nothing sexier than hearing the most exotic woman in the world wants you.”
Moving my lips to his ear, I said, “I want you, William. Now. All of you. Deep and hard inside me.”
The sound of his hungry moan echoed in the silence of the room. It was so good to know that he was not wearing a mask now, and I wasn’t even wearing a blindfold. We still couldn’t see each other. But it was not needed. Right then and there, I just wanted to feel him, and I had no doubt that I would…
Sitting up, he wrapped my legs around his waist and licked a line down my neck, to my breasts; his hard-on pressed tightly against my sex. Capturing one of my nipples in his mouth, he sucked on the soft skin and then blew on it, it felt like ice on my skin, which felt like it was on fire, making shivers of excitement and anxiety run through me.
Wrapping my arms around his neck, I stood up on my knees, hovering over the tip of his waiting cock. Every inch of me trembled as I felt him slipping slowly inside me. Lowering myself to take him fully in, I found his lips with mine, kissing the delightful sounds escaping his throat. Heat splashed all over me, welcoming the new thrusts, shattering me into million small pieces.
Will’s hands were wrapped tightly around torso, leaving no space between his body and mine. My hardened nipples scratched his chest, I dug my nails into the flesh of his back, making him groan even more.
“Nothing will ever be as good as feeling you around me,” he said, scraping my shoulder with his teeth. His thrusts became harder, wilder. But I didn’t mind it at all. Somehow, this time I didn’t care about tenderness or making it all slow and careful; I just wanted to feel the pure bliss that I knew would envelope my entire body soon, and leave my head spinning in euphoria.
“Whenever my lips touch your neck, I can feel your blood pulsing rapidly through your veins, right under your skin; it’s like water rushing through the river to the fall. It drives me crazy, it’s a drug that I don’t have enough strength to resist.” He plunged deeper inside me, making me gasp for air. His stomach tensed against mine, I knew we were close… So close…
“Faster,” I said, almost begging.
“Oh, yeah? Like this?” He started pushing me down his length and then up again, increasing the speed of his thrusting, and taking the remnants of my blinded mind away. I felt too dizzy to think.
“Yes,” I moaned, throwing my head back.
“Fuck, you are so slick, it awakens the dirtiest of my wishes.”
My nails dug deeper into his shoulders and all of a sudden, I felt lightheaded, high, welcoming the euphoric sensations, running through my blood, like a river of heat and bliss. Will’s face buried in my neck; the grip of his arms around me became even tighter, if that was even possible. He came hard inside me, his orgasm pulsing in tune with mine; it was just too good to describe with simple words.
“Oh, God, Louise… We can’t keep doing this, this often, I’m afraid neither of us will be able to leave this bed if we keep it up.”
“I don’t mind staying here forever. I don’t want to go back to New York.” The moment the words were said, I felt like I was going to fall apart from the pain welling up inside of my chest. It was like being stabbed with a knife, right through my heart.
Will kissed my shoulder tenderly, lowering me on to the sheets. “I thought I had already made myself clear about taking you back to New York — it won’t change anything. We will find a way to be together as much as possible, whether it is in or outside of the club.”
Thank God, the darkness kept him from seeing my face. I smiled slightly, trying to force my tears away.
“I know,” I said quietly. “It’s just that now and here it feels like we are living in the world that belongs to us, and only us. And when I am there… Nothing belongs to me, not even I belong to myself there.”
Will bent down to my lips and kissed me again.
“You don’t need to worry about this. I will come up with something to take you away from Drew.”
“But you said that you couldn’t do that…”
“Well, I’m sure there are ways to make him change his mind.”
“What time are we leaving tomorrow?”
“Ten at night. You will have an entire day to enjoy Paris.”
“What about you? Do you have any meetings to attend?”
“Unfortunately, I do. But we can have dinner together, if you want…”
I sighed, turning my back to him. “I don’t think I can handle another ‘blind’ dinner.”
He laughed, embracing me and making me move closer to his chest. “Patience has never been one of your best qualities, has it?”
“You know the answer to that question. I hate games, secrets, and waiting, more than anything else.”
“Hopefully, you won’t need to wait too much longer for the moment we are finally ready to look into each other’s eyes.”
I smirked, humorlessly. “Amen.”
“Now, we need to get some sleep. I don’t want to pass out in the middle of tomorrow’s negotiations, and I don’t want you to spend the entire day yawning, trying to keep your eyes open while in the most beautiful city in the entire world. There are still too many places in Paris I’m sure you would like to see.”
“Whatever you say, Mr. Secret.”
When the new day began it was not how I had expected it to begin. The room was full of morning light, and Will was gone. I sat in the bed and smiled at the sight of another note left for me on the pillow next to mine.
“Even the most beautiful of sunsets couldn’t be compared to what I see in you… I enjoyed last night more than any other night in my entire life. The smell of your skin, the warmth of your touch, the
passion of your kiss — it will all stay with me, until the moment we are together again.
There’s a place within my soul that had been empty until the day I met you, and now, I can’t imagine losing you or leaving you alone. Because I know that after what happened between us, neither of us will ever be the same again. And I can’t help but admit that I like the new me, because whenever I’m with you, I feel more like myself, I feel alive again, and I feel happier than I have ever been, and complete; Louise, you complete me.
There’s an image of you that always stays with me, lingering deeply within my heart, warming it and making it beat faster… You are my every thought while I’m awake, and every dream while I’m sleeping. You are every star illuminating the darkness of my night sky, and every time I look at you, I feel my heart swells with affection and longing… This is what I want to feel forever, for as long as I can breathe.
P.S. I hope I managed to meet your expectations…
Always Yours
W.”
I couldn’t help but smile at the last line of the note. I wrapped a sheet around me and went to my room to find my cellphone.
“My expectations were exceeded,” I typed and sent Will the message.
“Good to know, Miss Louise. I think I forgot to tell that you were amazing, and definitely beyond my wildest imagination...”
I felt my cheeks reddening. I didn’t think I would ever be able to feel that free and careless with anyone but Will. He was a man of stability in my life. In any other situation, I would have never believed he could be so passionate and reckless at times. No matter how little I knew about him, he always felt like a man of control. But feeling him losing it with me was the best feeling ever.
My cellphone vibrated in my palm. A new message came through. “I ordered a breakfast for you, eat well and go for a walk. If you need Patrick, he’s waiting downstairs.”
“And what am I supposed to do if I need you?”
“Call me, I’ll be right there for you…”
I shook my head at how unbelievably perfect our relationship, whatever that might be felt. Maybe even too perfect, I thought to myself. I was still a little worried about going back to New York. With my work at the club, I knew I wouldn’t have enough time to spend with Will. He said he would come up with something to take me away from Drew, but I doubted the old man would let me go just because Will said so.
“Have you seen the pictures that I took last night?” Another message from Will asked.
Shoot, I totally forgot about the pictures.
“Checking!” I typed, running back to his room and looking for his camera. It was lying on a coffee table, along with a pink rose that I somehow didn’t notice before.
“Oh, boy,” I whispered, stunned, looking through the pictures. Will was obviously good at taking shots. Every picture he took was well thought-out, focused on the right things, with just enough light to accentuate what he wanted to capture with the camera.
There’s no need to say that all of the pictures were very intimate and sexy. They didn’t hide anything, except for his face, of course; every inch of me was well seen on them, including the things that shouldn’t have been seen by anyone, but Will.
“Nice work,” I typed a new message.
“I knew you would love them,” was his response.
“Always so damn self-assured!”
“That’s who I am; I know what I want and I always know how to get it…”
There was no doubt the message didn’t have anything to do with his photography.
“Lucky me, now I also have you…” He typed as if he could read my mind even though he was miles away from me.
My smile faded a little. Could I say the same about him? I knew it was more than physical attraction that pulled us together. But could I say that he was mine now?
“Je suis tout à toi — I’m all yours,” said another message.
Intuition, right…
I went back to my room, took a shower, got dressed, had breakfast, and went outside, hoping I would be able to enjoy the beauty of the city even without Will by my side.
The first place I visited was the Louvre. It took most of my day to see the extraordinary amount of pictures kept there, but I didn’t regret a single second of my excursion. After I bought a few more souvenirs in one of the Louvre’s shops, Patrick offered to take me to the flower market. He said it was one of the most picturesque places in the entire city, so I agreed immediately. I brought Will’s camera with me, and I managed to take a few pictures of some flowers which I decided were probably the most beautiful flowers in the world, and even bought a small rose plant to take back to New York with me. Patrick said it was a very rare kind of rose. Its petals were snow white with a delicate red pattern on the ends.
When I was just about to ask him to take me back to the hotel, Will called.
“Hey, how are you?” He asked. He sounded a little worried, or upset; I couldn’t understand.
“I’m great. Buying flowers and drinking lemonade.”
“Sounds like fun… I’ve got some bad news to tell you.”
“What happened?”
“You will have to go back to the States without me. I need to stay in Paris for at least a couple more days, and Pierre promised Drew you would be back by the time the show on Friday night came around. So…”
“So I’m not going to see you today,” I finished the sentence for him.
“I’m afraid not. But I promise to come see you in New York, as soon as I get back.”
My heart dropped to my feet. Neither the beauty around me, nor even the memories of the last night could take away the sudden pain, filling my heart and my soul. I felt like I was suffocating, I couldn’t breathe.
This is it… The end of my fairytale.
“Louise? Are you still there?”
“Yeah, it’s just that… I hoped we would be able to spend some more time together.”
“Go back to the hotel, pack your things and stop worrying. I promise, you won’t even have time to miss me.”
“I am already missing you though…”
“I know. I feel the same way. I wish I could just come back to the hotel right now and hold you in my arms. I really wish I could…”
“It’s okay, Will. You can’t ignore your work and your duties.”
“I know, I will see you soon, Louise. I promise.”
Too many promises, I thought to myself. I don’t need any of them, I just need you…
“Okay,” I said into the handset. “See you...”
Chapter 18
I don’t think I have ever hated my life more than I did now. Which is saying a lot, especially after living in Paradise my whole life, and then being tricked into joining a cabaret after finally being free of that awful place; yeah, I had been through a lot but that was nothing compared to flying across the ocean, without Will. Knowing he was just behind the door was one thing, but going back to New York all alone was completely different.
Lucy brought me dinner and a cup of tea, and since I didn’t have anything else to do for the next seven hours, I decided I might as well eat. Will didn’t call me the rest of the day. He did send a few messages, but I wanted to hear his voice more than anything else.
It always felt more real to me than just reading texts. At one point during the day I thought I should just give it up and call him, but then I changed my mind. He could be too busy to talk to me, and I didn’t want to act like a lovestruck puppy, regardless of how strong the desire to hear his voice was.
It was early Thursday morning when the plane landed in New York, and to make things worse, I was met with heavy rain. Christopher was waiting for me outside the plane. He brought an umbrella and accompanied me to the car, parked nearby.
“I hope the flight was good, Miss?”
“Yes, it was good,” I said, forcing a smile. “Are we going to the club now?”
“Yes. Unless there’s somewhere else you would rather go first.”
“How about we stop at the coffee shop first? It’s so early, I think I need an additional dose of caffeine before sinking back into the craziness of Le Papillon.”
He nodded, smiling. “As you wish, Miss.”
Kate knew I was coming back today, but I didn’t have the slightest desire to start my day with a conversation with her, or worse — Drew. So I thought I could probably take a few more hours and enjoy the rest of my temporary freedom without rushing straight back to my birdcage.
“Would you like to join me for a cup of coffee?” I asked Christopher, as we stopped at the coffee shop.
“With pleasure,” he replied, looking at me through the rear view mirror.
I checked my phone, but there were no missed calls or messages from Will. I started to worry.
“He knows you are back and safe,” Christopher said; apparently he noticed that I kept looking at my cellphone.
“How do you know that?” I asked, surprised.
“Because I called him the moment your plane landed.”
“Oh…” So Will knew I was back to the States, but he still didn’t call me.
“He’s having a very important meeting today, Miss Louise. He said he will call you as soon as he gets the chance.”
I smiled, both happy and a little embarrassed.
“Is it really that obvious that I’m waiting for his call?”
“You checked your phone no less than twenty times on the way here.”
I sighed, feeling my cheeks blush. “This is so complicated, Christopher…”
“No, it’s not, Miss. It’s easier than you think. You just need more time to understand it and get used to it.”
I looked at him thoughtfully, when suddenly, I caught myself thinking that if I had a father, I wished he could be like Christopher. “You know something, don’t know?”
“About what?” He asked, paying for two cups а coffee and a piece of a cheesecake for me.
“About everything.”
Christopher smiled. “Why don’t we have a seat first?”
We took one of the tables near the window. It was still raining outside, and considering the early hour, there were only a few other visitors in the coffee shop.