Passion Blooms in Paris (Diary of a Free Woman)

by Thorne, Diane

  “What are you thinking?” he asked.

  “I was just wondering if you’re always…excited.”

  He stared into her eyes. “With you, yes. I can’t help it.”

  Heat rushed to her cheeks. She looked away from him.

  “You’re an incredible woman. Maybe I will travel to America some day and visit you.”

  “Well, I don’t live the same kind of life as you do. In fact, you’d probably think mine is boring. But I would be glad to show you around.”

  “Show me to your bedroom?”

  A grin teased her lips. “That would be one place to check out.”

  “I may take you up on that offer.”

  Her body swayed with his and each time his length touched her she considered dragging him to a private area to free his stiff muscle. How could he bare to be hard for so long?

  “What are you thinking now?” he asked.

  “Honestly, I’m wondering how you’re managing to control yourself.”

  He grinned widely. “I’m not. My balls ache because I want to bury my face between your legs and feel you come with my tongue. I loved tasting you last night. I must do it again.”

  Need blossomed within her while moisture pooled between her legs. “I’d very much enjoy that. Soon.”

  He slid his hand down lower until it rested on her ass. “I can arrange it.”

  “When?”

  He stopped moving and so did she. “Ready now?”

  “More than ready.”

  Before they could leave, a woman with long blonde hair stopped behind Pierre and tapped his shoulder. The blue gown she wore accentuated her curves and large breasts. Pierre turned and smiled as the female spoke in French. Based on their facial expressions and the tones of their voices, it seemed the two knew each other. The longer they conversed, the more Gwen’s hormones calmed.

  Pierre turned to her. “Gwen, this is a friend of mine. Aimee Poppenaux.” Pierre faced his friend and introduced Gwen.

  “Nice to meet you,” Gwen said as she offered her hand to shake. Smiling, she wondered if the female was a previous lover or someone Pierre had worked with. Regardless, Gwen maintained her manners and politeness.

  Aimee accepted her greeting. “American, yes?”

  “Yes.”

  “How are you enjoying Paris?”

  “I love it.” She looked at Pierre. “He’s been an amazing tour guide.” Dare she say the multiple orgasms he gave were incredible, including an intense one at the Louvre? She held her tongue. If Aimee had been a previous girlfriend, the woman probably didn’t want to hear about Gwen and Pierre’s sexual escapades.

  “She’s leaving tomorrow,” Pierre said.

  “Oh no. Well, perhaps you can visit France again sometime,” Aimee said.

  “Maybe,” Gwen said.

  Aimee spoke in French to Pierre and he laughed. Gwen disliked how she couldn’t understand their language. She was starting to sense from the way they smiled and looked at each other the two had more than a friendly relationship.

  “Why don’t you chat with your friend and I’ll wait for you at the exit?” Gwen said.

  “I hope I didn’t interrupt anything,” Aimee said.

  Pierre responded to her in French. Since it appeared he wanted to talk to her, Gwen backed away from them.

  He twisted to face her. “Gwen, wait.”

  “Go ahead and talk. It was nice to meet you, Aimee.” She took another step and another.

  “Gwen…”

  “I’ll be waiting in the hall.”

  Before he could say another word, she turned and walked off the dance floor. Unease stirred in her gut as she wondered if Pierre would want to spend the night with Aimee instead of her. Clutching her bag under her arm, she strolled around tables and headed for the open doors. She’d wait for Pierre near the main exit.

  Following a quick break in the lavatory, she returned the way she’d entered the building. When she reached the doors leading outside, she decided not to leave yet. She didn’t want to face the crowds standing behind the barriers with their cameras ready to snap. At least, not without Pierre.

  For several minutes, she ambled around the marble entryway. Clusters of well-dressed men and women conversed in French while police guarded the doors inside and out. Gwen checked the time on her phone. If Pierre didn’t show in ten minutes, she’d take his absence as a sign he wanted to stay with Aimee and she’d leave without him.

  With a deep sigh, she returned her cell and looked around. Crown molding, tall ceilings and oil paintings resembling some of the ones in the Louvre added a sense of elegance to the building. She marveled at the large round fountain with a statue in the center. Earlier, she’d missed it due to the mass of bodies blocking her view. She studied the different works of art and ventured back down the hall. Bored and itching to leave, she checked her phone again. Her mood turned dismal when she realized fifteen minutes had passed.

  So much for her last night being another memorable one. Maybe Pierre had changed his mind about spending the night with her and opted to leave with Aimee instead. Gwen refused to waste time pondering over the matter. If he wanted to find her, he had her number and could call.

  Gwen walked to the end of the hall, opposite to the way she’d entered. She spotted several doors. One of them had to lead to another exit, one away from onlookers with cameras. She noted signs and although she didn’t understand French, she guessed they were ways leading out of the building.

  Two uniformed security personnel, one male and one female, turned the corner and stopped her. She didn’t have a clue what they were asking her.

  “I’m searching for the exit,” Gwen said.

  “Exit,” the woman said and pointed to a door a few feet away.

  “Thank you. Merci beaucoup.”

  Gwen hurried to the door. She pushed the bar and stepped outside into a small alley. The stench of urine and cigarettes made her stomach churn. Holding her breath, she strode toward the end of the building.

  After reaching the sidewalk, Gwen walked along the street in search of taxi. Although the hour was past one in the morning, the traffic hadn’t died much from earlier. The area she was in seemed safe, but she didn’t want to venture too far from the public and end up near the wrong type of crowd.

  She’d walked three blocks before she felt the vibration of her phone. She tugged it from her purse and read the message from Pierre.

  Where are you?

  She prepared her response.

  Walking. I left.

  While she waited for him to send another message, she stopped at a traffic light. A taxi waited on the other side. Once the light turned in her favor, she crossed and headed for the vehicle.

  Her phone buzzed in her hand as she stepped onto the curb. She paused to read Pierre’s reply.

  Can you meet me at the Eiffel Tower?

  She looked up at the cab. The driver was staring at her through his side mirror while half his arm hung out the window and over the door.

  She walked up to the man in the taxi. “Eiffel Tower.”

  He gave a nod. “Oui.”

  Gwen’s mood brightened. Maybe she’d get a chance to have sex with Pierre one last time after all. She opened the back door and fell onto the seat. As the driver started the engine, Gwen typed a message to Pierre.

  On my way.

  Chapter Five

  The taxi stopped underneath the Eiffel Tower, near one of the steel legs. Bright lights illuminated the area and created a soft glow in the early morning hour. The windshield wipers cleared the mist from the front windshield. Rain had showered the car during the drive. Now the drops amounted to little more than a sprinkle. The sidewalks were free from visitors but not security. Two men in uniform peered inside the cab as they walked by. Gwen smiled and nodded.

  The driver twisted to face her and spoke in French. She handed him her credit card. Anxiety rose within her as he completed her purchase, his back to her. She would soon find herself alone with Pie
rre on the Eiffel Tower. No distractions. No interruptions. Nobody around to prevent them from doing what they wanted to do.

  “Merci beaucoup,” Gwen said as she accepted the receipt and her card. She stuffed them in her purse, then left the dry confines of the vehicle.

  Gwen spotted Pierre two car lengths away from where she stood on the sidewalk. Half his arm was inside a taxi as if he were paying for his ride. As she headed for him, he straightened and turned. A bright smile emerged on his face when his gaze landed on her.

  “Do I know you, stranger?” Gwen asked with a playful grin. She stopped in front of him.

  He looked her down then up while he ran a hand over his mouth as if he were thinking. “I believe we may have met before, yes. I recall admiring your beautiful body. I wondered what it would feel like to touch those plump breasts and taste such sweetness.”

  His words set her on fire with lust. She wanted to rip down his trousers and climb aboard his cock. The way he could arouse her so fast truly amazed her.

  “You seem like a nice man. Maybe I’ll give you a chance to taste my dessert,” she said.

  “An opportunity I cannot pass on. Lucky for you, I have the perfect place for some privacy. Care to join me?” He offered his hand.

  She accepted his invitation and he led her to the one of the pillars. An empty sales stand in front had closed signs in several languages behind the glass. Above the canopied booth, a large banner read ‘tickets’. A box office half the size stood off to the side. Pierre guided her toward it. As they approached, Gwen noticed a uniformed woman behind the glass window.

  Pierre paused in front of the female guard and waved. She stood and within seconds, walked out of the booth from the side. She held a set of keys in her hand and strode toward the nearby elevator. Stopping in front of it, she activated the power and the doors slid apart. Pierre said a few words to her in French. She gave a nod and said something Gwen didn’t understand.

  Pierre stepped inside the elevator with Gwen next to him.

  “What did she say?” Gwen asked as the doors shut.

  “She said for us to be careful. The metal might be slippery from the rain.”

  The lift took them to the second floor where they exited. A small breeze brushed over Gwen and she chilled slightly as they walked to the next elevator. Fortunately, she didn’t have to stay in the cool air for long. The doors opened immediately after Pierre pressed the button.

  Standing inside the lift, she rubbed her arms.

  “Cold?” Pierre asked.

  “Just a little.”

  He faced her and slid his hands down her arms. His warm touch spawned more chills.

  “Perhaps I can bring you some warmth.” He placed his face close to hers.

  Staring at his mouth, she felt the urge to kiss him. He was such a fine kisser. “I could use some heat.”

  He moved in to give her what she wanted and parted his lips, but he stopped when the ding sounded. With a deep breath, he took a step back.

  The doors opened and Gwen walked out of the lift and onto the top level. She came to a quick stop a few feet from the railing. Wind tossed her hair and skirt, but the view of Paris blew her mind. The scene during the day had been spectacular. At night, the city appeared completely different but just as amazing. Lights showed life existed in the vast darkness and the tower was a beacon.

  Warm arms enclosed her. Pierre planted a kiss to the side of her head. “What do you think?”

  “It’s incredible. I feel so small right now.”

  “I wish we could’ve shared a sunset together here. It’s truly a sight to see.”

  Gwen could imagine the beauty in the sky as it transformed from light to darkness. The colors would paint a picture unlike any in a museum.

  A gust of air made her shiver.

  “Are you cold?” Pierre asked.

  She pushed her hair behind her ear, but it did little good. The strong wind continued to blow strands everywhere. “It’s a bit breezy up here.”

  He stepped around her and threaded his fingers into her hair. “Let me warm you.”

  Holding her head in his grasp, he then brought her lips to meet his. The passion of his kiss was strong as he dove deep into her mouth, explored then stroked her tongue. He devoured her as if he were kissing her for the first time. Enthralled, Gwen leaned her body against his. Pierre generated a lot of heat, but she didn’t need it to battle the chill in the air. The desire blazing in her body kept her temperature elevated. She felt dizzy with lust, hungry for his stiff member to fill her and more than ready to claim her release.

  Pierre nudged her back until she reached a wall. A whimper slipped from her when the cold metal touched parts of her bare arms. She wrapped them around his neck, keeping those exposed limbs away from the tower. He continued to play and entwine his tongue with hers while he slid his hands down her hips. He dug his fingertips into her flesh and pressed his groin against her. There was no mistaking the rigidness of his cock. So solid. So long. She wanted to feel him in her grasp.

  Gwen slid one hand down his chest and stopped at his trousers. Quickly, she unfastened them and placed her palm over his length. It felt hard as stone, except it was warm and very much alive, as evidenced when it twitched. Gwen rubbed his erection and he ended the kiss.

  “I want to taste you, Gwen. Here. Now,” he said.

  “Okay, but let me suck you first.”

  Without any words, he took a step back and pushed his trousers down. As they pooled near his feet, Gwen lowered to her knees. Similar to before, the coolness of the steel startled her but only briefly. Before her eyes, Pierre’s rod sprung forward. Captivated, she wrapped her hand around his shaft then stroked him. God, he was warm, soft, and yet very firm. Perfect.

  He ran his fingers in her hair. “Take me into that beautiful mouth.”

  With their gazes locked, she slipped his dick inside. He clenched his teeth and sucked in air, no doubt enjoying the start of her blowjob. She stroked him slowly, taking him out and back in. Each time she took him deeper. Pierre held her head and let her set the pace. The tension in his length kept him thick and strong. Again and again, she thoroughly caressed him with her tongue and lips. His body stiffened and the tips of his fingers pressed into her scalp. She worked harder, taking him as far as she could without gagging. Her saliva spilled down him and coated his thatch of dark hair. Then finally, a spurt of fluid hit the back of her throat. She swallowed the salty seed and continued sucking his muscle. While it pulsed, the strain in his body ebbed and he relaxed.

  Pierre spoke in French as he brushed her hair with his fingers. “That was amazing,” he finally said. “Now it’s my turn to please you.”

  Gwen rose with Pierre’s help. Holding her hands, he kissed her chin and neck. Then he knelt before her.

  “My tongue is eager to feel you come,” he said.

  Smiling, she replied, “Good. I’m more than ready.”

  He placed his palms on her ankles, then slid his hands up. Strings of excitement rushed to her core. His lips curled slightly as he drew closer to her center. The wind whipped her hair in front of her face and it would have cooled her had he not been touching her. When his digits reached her knickers, he hooked the tips over the edge and gently pulled her panties down. As he reached her feet, she lifted a leg and freed it from her underwear.

  Gwen took a deep breath, trying to calm herself. The anticipation within her body continued to mount and she doubted it would take long before her orgasm burst free. She wanted to enjoy the moment and each lap of his tongue, but her hormones were in control.

  Pierre pushed her dress up as he glided his hands over her thighs. She spread her legs wider and grabbed her garment to keep from getting in his way. He stared at her mound with hunger, lust and pure desire. The emotions were ones she’d come to know too well recently. He parted her wet folds with his thumbs and her drenched pussy quickly soaked in the cool air. When he slipped is tongue inside her, erotic tingles shot through her and she
nearly came.

  “Oh, fuck,” she said and laid her head against the wall.

  She gripped her gown tightly as Pierre licked her clit. The tension within her body magnified. As she gazed at the lights of Paris, she relished each stroke of Pierre’s tongue. She relished the beauty of the night, the city, and the invasion between her legs. God, she loved the feeling of him inside her. She wanted to feel more, feel his rigid muscle hitting her favorite spot. Her need escalated at an alarming rate. He hurriedly caressed her swollen nub then dove deep into her. Fuck, she couldn’t hold back any longer. If she did, her body would combust. Her inside walls contracted and she cried into the night. In seconds, tranquility flowed through her, calming and soothing her heated body.

  Pierre withdrew his tongue once her fervent pulses died. “Magnificent.” He stood but left his trousers at his feet. His rigid shaft jutted in front of him and he took hold of it. “I want to feel you again.”

  Gwen swallowed as he withdrew a condom from his pocket. She marveled at his penis while he tore the package and gloved his length. It was a fine member of the cock family and she’d remember it always. The fullness of it clearly showed he had the ability to deliver on his words. What an incredibly gifted man. She’d miss the French actor.

  She lifted a leg and hooked it on his hip. “This is our last night together. Let’s not waste time.”

  He covered her mouth and positioned his dick at her entrance. With one pump, he slid into her slippery canal. She whimpered from the quick assault and silently cried as he pulled it out. When he thrust it back in, she wanted to scream with joy. The man’s passion thrived with each deep-drilling dive inside her. He filled her again and again, hitting the spot that drove her insane with need. Her anticipation climbed fast. She longed to feel the harmonious relief with the gripping strength of her orgasm. Moreover, she wanted to enjoy his throbbing shaft against her walls.

  In need of air, she ended the kiss. “Harder. Oh… Yes. Yes.”