“Well I do - now go to sleep you, little monkey. Thank you for being such a big grown-up boy about mummy going away.”
I look down at my precious bundle and find that he’s already closed his eyes and is halfway to his dreams. I wish it was that easy for me to find the land of nod, at the moment. My nights are spent tossing and turning in my king-size bed, wishing I was tossing off and being turned on by my magnificent man. Soon, we’d be naked, wrapped in hotel sheets and making each other groan in ecstasy. I cannot wait.
*******
The flight to Paris from Lords’ Airport takes an hour and 20 minutes, thanks to the strong tail wind that brings us in earlier than expected. The immaculately dressed flight attendant informs us that the weather is clear and a cool 5 degrees. I’m glad I brought my long camel wool coat and packed several pairs of boots. Bubbles of excitement pop around in my belly, as I check my appearance in my compact mirror and reapply a thin coat of lipgloss. Not long until I see him, until I’m in his arms and in his bed.
My Mum and Abby were right; we needed this weekend, on our own to reconnect. He deserved my full, undivided attention and I needed to make him feel like he is my, everything. It was time and he’d been more than patient.
Charles de Gaulle airport is cavernous and I excitedly make my way towards the allocated luggage bay carousel, then spend the next 20 minutes collecting my small suitcase, (unfortunately not quite small enough for carry-on, due to winter clothing) and head off in the direction of the exit. As I’m processed through customs, and the arrivals door waits, I take a deep breath and roll my lips together. My man awaits me on the other side - Sebastian Silver, my future.
I check my watch again and bite my lip. I don’t do ‘waiting’. I’ve never been a very patient man, especially when it meant extending the time I’ve spent without the love of my life, another second. I’ve spent enough time without her; naked in my arms. These six weeks have felt like a fucking lifetime and caused a huge divide between us - today I will resolve things.
I should have been in a meeting right now - one that would mean the difference between potentially sealing this Paris deal with the Devereux chain or losing out to my nemesis but I had to see her; hold her in my arms and assure myself that she was Lu again. Her email had given me hope, but I needed to see it for myself. It had been nearly a week since I clapped eyes on her and I wasn’t prepared to wait a bloody moment longer.
I’d planned a leisurely lunch at Fouquet’s on the Champs-Elysées, which was quintessentially Parisian and I knew Lu would love it, followed by a visit to The Louvre - our mutual love of art and design was a common interest I liked to indulge. Nathan had flown out last night and was sitting in for me with our clients, and I knew the project was safe in his hands; fuck, we’d sweated blood and tears over this re-model. So if it didn’t go to plan, it wasn’t down to our workmanship - it was still tight as to whether they’d go with our main competitor Argon. I’d recently begun to let go of the tight leash I had on the reins of Sil-Con, recognising that if I was ever going to enjoy any form of long-term happiness with Lucia I’d need to invest in her and Finn as much as I had in my business. She was my future. Nathan had this, I just need to let him do his thing and run with it - he was as good, if not better than me at sales, not that I’d ever admit that to him; his boyish charm was always a winner and I felt proud to encourage his step-up from hands-on to management.
My eyes flicker towards the doors, as I watch the two members of staff open them to accommodate the new arrivals from Gate 7 and I watch eagerly as one after the other, feed through the pathway to their destinations, family and onlookers. Passenger after passenger trails past but no Lu.
Where is she? Maybe she didn’t make the flight?
Panicked I scan the oncoming bodies, I should have sent someone to travel with her, the second she suggested coming for the weekend, why didn’t I think of that? It’s still so risky with this nutter following her? Then I see her and I exhale the breath I’ve been holding with a whoosh. Regal and poised as ever, dressed head to toe in black - stilettos, skinny ripped jeans, cashmere jumper - the only splash of colour a long wool camel coat. Her long dark hair wavy and flowing over her shoulders and those bright green eyes sparkling at me, almost amber against the hue of her jacket; challenging, always challenging.
God I’m a lucky man.
Fuck the lunch and the stuffy museum - we were going straight to the hotel.
She sees me, finally, through the crowds and a small tentative smile tugs at those luscious lips, as she slinks towards me with a walk that could turn men to jelly. I can feel myself grow hard just watching her walk. God man, get it together.
I don’t take my eyes off her, as she makes her way towards me, each step never fast enough. Finally she is close enough for me to take her in my arms. I lift her with my embrace, gently holding her tightly to my chest, my hands at her waist, oblivious to our audience and the applause behind us, as our lips meet. Her scent surrounds me as we hold each other, at last. We lose ourselves completely in that moment lips exploring, mouths devouring - contact.
I reluctantly withdraw before I tempted to get down and dirty in the arrival lounge. “Hi!”
“Hi, yourself.”
She slides down my body, making me wince at the contact with my cock; contact I’ve ached for every night for weeks. “God, I’ve missed you, lady.”
“I missed you too, baby.”
I bend to kiss her once again, taking her face in my hands and touching her nose with mine. “I think we’d better go, before the crowds start expecting an encore.”
“I know, it’s all very Love Actually!”
I grab her case, and slip my arm around her waist, drawing her to my body. She leans into me and I inhale her unique and intoxicating scent. I don’t want to let her out of my sight. “Come, the car is waiting outside for us.”
“I’m disappointed, Mr. Silver?”
“Really? How, so?”
“No Chauffeur’s hat and sign; I was expecting at least a sign, with my name on it.”
“Baby, we don’t need a sign, I’d find you in a sea of people. My dick twitched the second you touched down on Paris soil.”
“You, dirty bugger.”
“Well it’s been some time.”
“It has. Too long!”
We head out of the automatic doors to the drop off zone, where our driver awaits with our limousine, my hands on her at all times, electric sparks flying between us as I assist her inside. Once that door is closed and directions are given she is mine. She’s right; it’s been ‘some time’ - more like too fucking long. I’ve had to wait, for medical reasons, I then considered waiting for emotional reasons, now I just think fuck it. We need intimacy in our relationship far too much for us to work or we may as well go back to being Seb and Lu, best mates and I for one, am not prepared to ever let that happen.
“Monsieur. Silver, where to?” The young dapper driver has a thick french accent and has been with the week of my stay, as I’d left Ralph at the disposal and protection of Lu.
“Straight to the hotel, Marc. Thank you.”
I wait for the tinted privacy window to be raised between us and sense her locked gaze.
“We are going to the hotel?”
“Yes. Is that ok with you?”
“Hmmm mmmm.”
“If you would rather go for lunch first, I have made reservations at a beautiful restaurant on the Champs ely…” I feel her hand reach across and rest on my thigh, it tenses and my muscles clench under her touch. “…see.” I manage to drop in the last part of my sentence before she interrupts, assuring me.
“The hotel is fine. I’m not hungry…well not for food anyhow.”
Her fingers begin to massage my outer thigh; slipping inwards, higher and higher and I glance across, our eyes locking. Mine drop to her lips, where her pink tongue reaches out to flick across her gloss. Fuck me. I’m not hungry for food either.
“I’m starving for you, however, Seb. I want you so badly.”
As she leans forward I’m awarded a quick glimpse of her breast, encased in dark navy lace and I gulp. I’m supposed to be the one in control at all times and here she is the little temptress, dominating me.
“I want you too, Lu.”
“How much?”
“So much - I’m in seriously pain.” The twitch at the corner of her lips is my undoing. “Yes, laugh you naughty girl, but tomorrow when you can’t walk because I’ve fucked you six ways into next week, don’t complain about pain. I want you so bad, I’m going to have to be careful I don’t hurt you, or wear you out.”
“Haven’t you, you know, relieved yourself?”
“No.”
“Not even once?”
“No!”
“Oh, baby.”
“It doesn’t work for me anymore. I prefer it with you. I do wank. Fuck I’m a man, but I’ve not since we’ve not…”
“Made love…?”
“Yes…well, its not felt right.”
“I’m sorry, Seb.”
“Me too.”
“God, I’ve missed you.”
I slip a hand under her hair, drawing her towards me, her lips touch mine; fitting over them perfectly and finally our tongues touch, sinking into one another’s heat with such ferocity, our teeth clash. We both sigh at the intensity and her body relaxes into mine. Our kisses become more heated; tongues duelling, hands groping, we need to be naked. I need her coat off, her legs wrapped around my waist. Fumbling I locate and press the interconnecting button, and on a growl demand, “Marc, when will we be there?”
“We are pulling up at the Hotel Louis now Monsieur. Silver.”
Thank fuck for that! These trousers can’t take the strain any longer.
*******
I know I need to take my sweet time with Lu, she’s all smart mouth and no lacy knickers - full of promising dirty words and scraping her fingernails across my jacketed spine but I know she’ll be nervous and I’ve never needed more will-power.
I need to be gentle with her, the first time.
Next time, and the many times thereafter I’ll take her hard against the wall, in the shower, fuck - bloody everywhere and anyway I can, but this first time that we connect again I want to make love to her, the way I’ve dreamed about for so long. Gentle kisses, slow and steady, whispered words.
“Monsieur, ere is your suite. It is our very best and I ‘ope you will enjoy your stay. If I can get you anyzing, just call for me personally.”
I nod at the impeccably attired hotel manager and wish inwardly he’d just fuck off. Good service was a necessity but to be alone with my love was my priority right now. The sooner this gooseberry left us, our party of two could begin but I’m almost scared for us to be alone.
Nerves Silver, surely not! Grow a pair of bollocks, man!
Lu flutters through the rooms, investigating, as she always does and I take a second to enjoy watching her graceful body. Her job never leaves her and I know she is absorbing each and every French interior designer detail. I also knew she would love this hotel, it’s the perfect mix of vintage and modern with a palette that screamed romance, with soft pinks, gold’s ands creams, a regal canopied half-tester bed and balcony that overlooks the Eiffel Tower. I watch her remove her coat and lay it over the sofa arm, pausing to take in the view at our disposal before kicking off both shoes. She moves her hair over her shoulder, her back to me and I inhale as I glimpse the olive creamy skin that is revealed. My teeth itch to bite into her, graze that velvety texture but I remain still, enjoying my own view. Then she turns, crooking her index finger suggestively at me, her sexy green eyes full of the promise of what is to come. Jesus she is beautiful.
My heart literally stops. Time to make friends in the only way that seemed to work for us now. This was good, being in new surroundings, out of our comfort zones and away from the memories of the last weeks. Who’d have thought that sex would be such a huge part of our relationship all those years ago – and thank fuck it was.
I can’t believe how nervous I am as I lie across the silk coverlet of the bed, my now naked body delicately awash with a light dusting of goose bumps. I’d removed my underwear as seductively as I could without giving away my worries. I wanted him so badly. Needed him but it had been so long.
As I turn my head to face him, and see the longing in his dark chocolate eyes I realise that I needed have worried. This is me and him - we were meant to be and with that thought I pat the bed and bite my lip in apprehension.
“God, those lips. That body.” He removes his jeans and comes to lie down next to me and I smile modestly up at him. “I’ve missed you so badly, I’m worried I’ll hurt you.”
“I’m fine. I won’t break. Just kiss me.”
No further words are needed. With one last lingering look, he dips his head and kisses me; slow and sweet but the second our tongues touch, fireworks explode and my fingers delve into his hair, he grips my bottom, pressing me into him. Passion rising within seconds, our skin flushing and pants increasing. I can’t get enough of him.
“Please, touch me.” I moan into his mouth, my body starved of contact for so long and in need of his touch. I sigh in bliss as his hand cups my sex, instantly soaked, my thighs spreading to allow him better access. “Oh, baby, yes.”
“Tell me what you need, Lu.”
“Rub my clit, and fuck me with your fingers.” I groan towards the ceiling, his lips on my nipple and I feel all my earlier nerves slip away - this was ‘us’ and God it felt good.
“Like this?”
“Oh God yes!” I arch my back as he works wonders, licking his way from one erect bud to the other, whilst rhythmically finger fucking me, hitting my Gspot, then retracting to circle my most sensitive nub. My body is alive again!
My core clenches around his fingers, body sighing at the sensation - the embodiment of coming home, my eyes fixated upon his, watching the fire within his blackened orbs flickering from the ashes, and I reach out and grasp his face in my hands, forcing our eyes to lock position on one another as his hand slips in and out of me, rubbing my slickness over my clit and sending delicious electric currents all over my body. My back arches to allow him better access and I spread my legs wider, brazen and fully aware of the picture I must make. I can’t control my body around him, it reacts to the mere sound of his voice the slightest touch of his lips, fingertips.
“Ahhh… yes. Just like that - don’t stop.”
“That’s it baby, let me in - feel me inside you. I’ve wanted to be here for so long. You have no idea how much control it’s taken to leave you alone; to let you heal.”
“Deeper.” I throw my head back, unable to hold eye contact a second longer, my cheeks flushed and tongue wantonly washing over my lips as I feel the telltale signs of climax building low in my pelvis. Fucking amazing!
“Beautiful, just go, let it go.”
I feel my body melt around his masterful fingers and am vaguely aware of my lusty screams into the hotel room, my clit throbbing at the intensity of the waves. God, he was good; so good. God, I’d missed him.
“I need you inside me.” I move to kiss him mouth desperate to maintain contact and trail soft wet kisses down his neck, to the racing pulse in his vein. Continuing down his pecks, I flatten my tongue over his nipple, before swirling the tip teasingly. I sigh inhaling his familiar vanilla musk scent, the man is divine, all smooth skin, ripped muscles and just the right amount of body hair to make him rugged.
How had we’d kept our hands off each other for six weeks, I don’t know?
We’d distanced ourselves and retracted into our own worlds and that hadn’t helped for anyone.
I lavish kisses across his abdomen, drawing his body, his heat towards me, loving the sound of his heart beating under my ear as I trace his ribs and plant individual kisses on each, as though I am remembering each and every part of his body.
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br /> “Come here.”
I’m lifted to straddle him, face to face, as he penetrates me, easing inside me, with measured precision. His hands cradle me to him like I’ll break, and as my body becomes accustomed to his girth, and the I’m filled with the blistering sensations that only he can create, we begin to move, in small gentle rocks and then we kiss - kiss like our lives depend upon it, joined in every way - fitting together perfectly, as we both strive to meet our end goal.
My hands feeding through his scalp, nipples grazing the light dusting of hair on his chest and I moan as I feel the curls of an orgasm swirling low down deep within my belly. I feel Seb’s pumping increase but his lips never leave mine, his grip tightens on hips and I swivel to assist him. We reach our releases together, lights blinding, colours exploding around me.
Only then do I realise we’re no longer kissing and are both groaning in ecstasy. I lick my lips and taste salt, then notice the tears on my cheeks. The moment had been so special, so bonding I’d felt my heart literally ache with happiness. We’d finally connected again - the way our bodies were meant to, have craved to all these weeks.
“Lu? Are you alright - did I hurt you - I knew we shouldn’t have rushed this…”
“Hey?” I grab his gorgeous face, between my hand, staring into those chocolate orbs and tracing a finger dimple. “I’m good. These are not tears of pain. They’re good tears.”
He rests his forehead onto mine and inhales deeply, nodding. “I feel the same.”
“What we have, all of it, the making love, the hot sex, the friendship, it overwhelms me.” I kiss his head.
“I know, baby. Me too. You are…mine woman!” He growls into my neck and I squeal, breaking the intense moment.
“I am.” No point arguing, I am right where I want to be.
*******
I apply a last coat of red lipstick, before slipping into my dress, a heavy metallic black and gold fitted sequin dress with a low ‘V’ to the front and a thick zip detail to the side which ran the length of the hem, creating a split as deep as you wanted. It made it look more contemporary and I’d grabbed it from Dolly’s Boutique before I left. My shoes were the black suede Louboutin’s Sebastian had sent me for our night at Scarlet house. Assessing my appearance in the mirror, I fluffed my hair one last time before grabbing my bag. I’m ready.
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