He couldn’t get close to her with that prick constantly around - especially now that they were practically living together, but he’d find a way and maybe this whole engagement nightmare could work to his advantage? Weddings took planning and there was always the hen do?
“Hmmm - every cloud has a fucking Silver lining.” His sinister laugh rocks his whole body, his hand gripping his stomach to support his muscles at his amusing joke. “Not this time, love; sorry. But, don’t you worry your pretty little head; once you’ve had a taste of me, you’ll never go back - you just need to let me show you. Soon, my love. Soon!”
*******
“That was perfection!” I sigh dramatically, throwing myself down onto the enormous bed, as we enter our hotel suite after leaving Angelica’s. Seb reaches for my boots and unzips them with finesse, his thumbs swooping up to trace the soft skin of my inside ankle, where the zip has left a slight mark. Hmmm perfection.
“Almost.”
WTF?
“Almost?” I sit up straight on a frown.
“Yes. Almost.”
“But we just got engaged.”
“We did - officially.” Seb replies with a smirk and removes his jacket.
“And we just saw the Eiffel Tower,” I sulk, looking up at him with big eyes.
“We did - and drank champagne at the top.” His eyes twinkle as he kicks his own boots off and pulls his v-neck over his head.
“We rode on the carousel?” I pout. How could he not think this was the most wonderful day of his life?
“Yep, and it was all fabulous but now it’s time to get you naked. When I’ve ridden you, not some damned tiger - fucked you into oblivion - then it will be my day of perfection; then I will be satiated. I need to possess my woman. It’s been way too long.”
“You possessed me this morning.” I grin wryly.
“Precisely; a ridiculously long time has passed since we had skin-on-skin time, baby.”
How did I get so lucky?
This man is going to become my husband. Mine. I flick my tongue out and lick my lips as I watch him remove his shirt, one tantalising button at a time.
“Come to the edge of the bed, lady - arms up.”
I do as I’m told without any further argument and raise both arms, feeling the breeze hit my skin as my jumper is removed and thrown aside. I immediately unfasten my jeans and giggle as I’m pushed back onto the mattress, whilst they are deliciously slid over my hips, thighs and pulled over each foot with sensual ease, the combination of the starched denim and the scrape of his fingertips, sending shivers shooting to every erogenous zone.
Leaning back on both elbows, I bite my lip in awe at his pure sex appeal, and place one bare soled foot into his chest, determined, needy and desperate for further contact. Standing in front of me in sexy grey worn jeans with expensively tailored rips in all the right places, I dip my big toe into one of those holes and search for skin, his heat warming me instantly, our connection electric and I know he feels it too as our eyes lock, a sexy smile playing at his lips.
I lift my foot and continue to trail a path up his washboard stomach, revelling in the hard lines of his defined torso. God he his fine! Before I can move further on my journey, his hand clasps my ankle, more heat enveloping me, as his manly fingers begin to work in rhythmic, massaging circles.
“Your eyes give you away every time, Lady.”
“What do you mean?”
“You’re horny as hell and they’re glowing like Kryptonite.”
“Ahh, that feels so good.” I lie back further onto the bed before frowning. “Kryptonite? Isn’t that like a poison?”
“Hmmm mmm, pretty apt really, if you think about it. You intoxicate me - drain all the strength from me.” I gasp as his lips close over my toe and he sucks hard, maintaing continual eye contact, his chocolate orbs melting to blackest black holes that I could lose myself in, as the sexual tension between us intensifies.
I usually hate having my feet touched, and the thought of them being licked or sucked would normally be abhorrent, but right here and now, with this delicious man, my man, I’ve found it is my new pleasure - I could get used to this. Yum.
“You approve?”
I must have spoken aloud. “I do. I never have, but I do now.”
“Another first for us, baby. You have such sexy little feet, it’s a travesty not to rain kisses all over them.”
“Come here.” I growl
“With pleasure.”
I watch him crawl up over my body with such purpose my breath catches. Parting my thighs to allow access I ease backwards onto the bed, until I hit the pillows.
“Nowhere else for you to go, Lady.” The glint in his eyes sends a thrill straight to my pussy and I breathe out. This man never ceases to make me melt, literally.
“There’s nowhere else I’d rather be. Now - shut up and kiss me!”
He does’t answer, instead he slides an arm underneath my back and one under my head, through my hair, holding me there, whilst our eyes are locked, I can hear our heartbeats beating in-sync, our breath on each others faces and then he swoops in, nothing slow, or tantalising, just hot and heavy, tongues lashing and sucking and perfect. My legs wrap around his hips, holding him prisoner as his hands cup my jaw, and mine grab his arse, which is firm under my touch and with every push, he grinds his pelvis into mine, his evident erection pressing against my pubic bone, the hedand rubbing seductively against my clit. We have far too many clothes on!
His mouth leaves me for a moment to trail kisses along my jawline, down my neck and over my pulse, laving me there, every sensitive nerve ending on fire, awakened and alive - I’m writhing underneath him, my body desperate to feel more, every delicious sensation - just more of what he is giving me - to take me to that cliff that he always takes me to - so we can visit it together, before we fall together!
“You want more? Oh, baby you are going to get so much more.”
His tongue abandons my neck, visits my collarbone and I immediately miss the contact but sigh as he reaches behind me to unclip my bra and calmly and sensuously removes it, stroking my heightened skin with the lace and silk fabric before throwing it to the floor. He returns to pay attention to my breasts, my nipples like bullets, seeking his lips and eager for his demands. I feed my fingers through his silky hair, arching my back, thrusting my chest into his face. “God, baby, I love you.”
“And I you.”
His mouth trails lower to my belly where his hand falters and he hesitates. I wait as he breathes deeply, his movements slow, before he flattens that hand over my stomach delicately. I stroke his head, and look down at him, his eyes are focused upon that area, intense and thoughtful and then, as if he realises he’s being watched, he lifts those beautiful blacks, so full of pain and stares right back at me. He says nothing but I know what he is thinking, I know what we are both sharing in that moment and it is so special and monumental and both sentimental and sexual. It means we’ve moved forward. It means we will survive this.
“I love you.” I repeat.
His mouth finds my belly and his lips remain there, pressed to my skin for an age as he strokes circles over my skin. Then I feel a lick, which continues downwards. I don’t struggle as my panties slide over my hips and are discarded - the position I am in, will give him a view of my obvious pleasure. I am wet and wanting and desire him so much in this moment, I can’t take it a second longer.
“Baby?”
“I wan’t to go down on you.” His voice is hoarse with sexual promise. “I won’t budge on this.”
I feel a pillow placed beneath my bottom and I’m lifted even further to his eyes. In another life, another time I’d have been mortified by the fact that I’m so open to him but not now - now I feel free, now I feel like he can see into my very soul and I want that. I need to have nothing between us.
“You’re so beautiful. Such a sexy pussy, so ripe and ready for my mouth.”
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bsp; I swear the man can read minds. And he has the dirtiest mouth. And I fucking love it.
His thumb enters me first, and I arch on a groan. “Jesus, baby.”
“Does that feel good, Lu? Tell me - I want you tell me. I need to hear you say it.”
“Yes, that feels so good. I want you.”
He slips another fingers inside and I moan deeper.
“Better?”
“Ahh, yes, fuck yes.”
“More?”
“Yes.”
His chuckle is my undoing, sexy and naughty and so controlling and I buck, desperate for my release. I feel him enter me again, rotating his fingers in all the right places, finding that spongy place that most men haven’t a fucking clue exists and pressing hard and then he blows, across my clit. “Holy shit!”
More laughter.
Then the real magic starts - the tip of his tongue collides with the tip of my clit and I see stars, I’m at that cliff top, his fingers working in tandem, taking me to it, getting me to where I want to be, coaxing me, his words dirty and erotic, and he breathes on my pussy. That famous Silver tongue is put to use laving over both sides of my opening, delicately playing with my frazzled nerves, teasing me but doing everything I need to spiral me to heaven.
“Seb!”
Another deep husky chuckle that vibrates against my nub. “I know your body, baby, you’re nearly there.”
I’m nearly there. His lips are on me, in me, with his fingers tormenting me, rhythmically pumping;in and out and round and round and I’m floating, beginning to feel like jumping and then I’m off. “Fuck!” My scream is wild.
“That’s it, baby take off, I’ve got you.”
My head is spinning, my breasts are captured in my own hand and his free one, my nipples tweaked almost painfully, my tongue needs to be in his mouth. I’m falling. This beautiful man between my thighs, his mouth at my apex and bringing me to the most incredible orgasm, which is so much more than just an orgasm - it is letting go of the past and moving forward with our present, stronger, more determined and more in love than ever.
I’m boneless.
And still he sucks and sucks until finally I can’t take any more, my body drained and twitching and I have to literally stamp a foot on the bed in protest.
“I can’t…can’t go again…Seb…”
“Just one more round.”
“No, please! Let me come down off the ceiling.”
Seb laughs and climbs up over me, enfolding my limp body in his arms. It is the only limp thing between us; his own hard body is taught with sexual need, his magnificent cock rigid as it juts its head against my stomach. Amazing how that is all it takes for me to be alert once again, craving him. My body reacting to his virile manhood and I need him inside of me - buried so far within me we are joined both physically and emotionally. This man is my life and my soul mate and will now be my husband. I need to have him inside me… now!
His smell is intoxicating, all vanilla musk and I rain kisses over his shoulders, across his chest and finally his mouth, where we share a sweet long passionate mating. I can taste myself on his face and it turns me on further. His stubble grazes my sensitive skin but I don’t care - I want to be branded by him.
I can’t seem to get enough of him!
“I fucking love you.”
“I know.”
“Good. Because I do.
His large sexy hands frame my face, thumb caressing my bottom lip, and I turn my head into the simplest of touches, chills of excitement washing over me.
“I fucking adore you. You are it, Lu.”
My eyes are closed as I revel in his words and I smile.
“Look at me.”
They fly open at his harsh words and the intensity I see there is fierce. We are cradling one another, his cock between us, formidable in its erection.
“Seriously, Lu - you are my life.”
“I know. I feel it too, baby.”
The moment is so monumental, so full of emotion but so right and I feel my nipples ping to attention, my body reacting to his words. My hand moves to close around his thick girth, our eyes locked at all times, I note the slight decrease in his pupils and his inhale of breath as I grip his length and begin to pump, then ease my other hand over the head, rubbing some of the pre-cum in small circles across his slit before lifting my thumb again purposefully to my mouth and sucking hard, all the while maintaining eye contact.
“Ah jeez, Lu. Nothing will ever come between us.”
I smile, it’s my turn to chuckle. “Nothing but this.” I grip harder and slide my hand up and down his shaft, cupping his balls in tandem. I lick my lips and his eyes flicker to them, down to my tits and back up to my mouth once again. I know in that second that he’s done playing.
“I need in. Now! Enough foreplay.”
I’m flipped and smile inwardly. I’ve loved that Sebastian has been caring and considerate of me since my miscarriage but it is time for us to get back to normal and right now I’m healthy and I need to be fucked… hard. His hands find my breast, pinching my nipple his other hand parting my labia. I didn’t need to be ready - I’m dripping from my earlier orgasm. He guides me back onto all fours and pulls me towards the edge of the bed, and then stands between my bent legs, them his cock pressing at my bottom. The pillow is still beneath my stomach, and tilts me, scraping my nipples on the duvet deliciously.
Seb spreads my legs further and I flinch as I feel his fingers delve inside me, coating them in my juices and continue to rub a path upwards and onto my perineum and anus and I push back at the unusual sensation.
His cock nudges at my opening and I rock to encourage him; I need him now, I want him to fuck me. His hands cup my bottom, massaging both cheeks as he embeds himself further inside me with each push until he is all the way in. He holds still. Breathing harshly.
“You’re so tight.”
I arch my back encouraging his invasion, opening myself to him as he begins to thrust hard into me, his guttural groans echoing mine. His moans a complete turn-on. My nipples grazing against the covers feel as though they are being fondled, their sensitivity at it’s peak.
“Reach around and touch yourself, baby.”
I do just that and with each of his thrusts, I swirl my fingers around my heavily swollen clit, feeling his cock each time he thrust inside me - his girth so big, straining my delicate skin.
“You can feel every inch of me inside you baby? It’s where I’m meant to be.”
Oh God, this man. What he says, does - I’m delirious with pleasure. He is fucking me from behind, and dirty as hell but I feel completely loved and wanted at the same time. He cradles my body from behind contiuning to thrust, fucking me but loving and treasuring me at the same time.
I feel the tell-tale loom of my climax begin and his thrusts begin to increase as his own is upon him, his balls swinging against my bottom and then we are jumping off that cliff top together - his body stretching over mine, our hands clasped together in front of us across the bed, as he fills me.
We couldn’t be closer and I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else.
*******
I awake after our afternoon pleasures to find Lu snuggled in my arms, her hand tightly linked within mine and I lift it to my lips for a kiss, the diamond engagement ring sparkling in the darkness of the bedroom, a reminder of the way she’d offered herself to me. She’d completely put herself out there. Finally, she was mine. Mind. Body. Soul. Soon she’d carry my name. I wanted to brandish her with everything I’d ever worked my butt off for. I want to give her the world.
It must be after 6pm now? We’d slept like logs and I felt entirely satiated. It was time however, to get up - we had dinner with Nathan and a client in two hours and Lu would kill me if I didn’t give her enough time to get ready. I’d much rather stay in bed and order room service and continue our celebration in a more intimate way but this deal with the Chateau was important and Nathan had al
ready been brilliant stepping in and allowing me some ‘free time’ with my love. It was time for me to show-face.
I leave her for a few more minutes, innocently slumbering. She looked so sexy, her hair strewn across the pillows, tousled and well-loved. I grab myself a quick shower and check my e-mails and texts. One missed call makes me frown. It was from the UK and I didn’t recognise the number. Hmmm.
I ring Na, confirm our restaurant booking and then reply to the most important correspondence, the majority of it could wait. One in particular glows at me, catching my eye; it’s titled ‘You’ll always have Paris.’ I bite my lip as I hover over the message, my thumb twitching. Shall I open it? For some reason this mail makes me feel uncomfortable. Why? Every fibre of my being has a bad feeling and I’m always right when that bad feeling embeds itself in my belly. I always listen to my gut. I bite down harder and take a seat on the nearby chair, swiping the screen harshly; the message slides open, showcasing the email in its entirety. My gut was right. This did not bode well.
To: Sebastian Silver
Subject: You’ll always have Paris
From: Humphrey Bogart
Enjoy her whilst you can Silver.
You can’t watch her every second.
I know you are searching for me. You won’t find me.
Not until it’s too late.
Not until I’ve taken everything from you.
From,
The man you crossed but will never cross again.
I re-read the message several times like a madman, hand rubbing my head, nose flaring in anger. The fucking bastard. That fucking prick had the audacity to flaunt his intentions - send me an off the cuff email - like it was an everyday occurrence. I’m going to fucking kill him!!!
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