by Villano, Mia
I ordered what I thought Fabrice would like for later. I remember him saying raspberry fruit tarts were his favorite and, of course, anything chocolate.
I left the bakery loaded with a variety of heavenly treats to feed to Fabrice and two cups of French coffee.
Early in the morning, before we peeled ourselves away from each other to go to the meeting, we had shared our room keys. He told me to come over and let myself in when I was finished. I walked into his room and was shocked at what I saw. There was a fire going in the fireplace, there were candles lit everywhere; soft, romantic music played, and Fabrice stood there with two glassed of wine. He handed one to me.
“Fabrice, what’s all of this?”
“It is a nice romantic night with you. I’m going to spend this evening in bed making mad love to you and then I have a surprise.”
I put the pastries and coffee on the table. I reached for the glass of wine, and his hand sent a shiver up my spine.
“I didn’t like that German hovering over you.”
“Did it distract you?” I smiled. He was so cute when he acted like that. My feet were killing me and I wanted a shower. I reached down to take my shoes off so I could grab a quick shower.
“He was too close to you. I didn’t like it.”
“Oh really? I don’t like Elizabeth sitting so close to you. And what was that whispering between the two of you. She has a thing for you, by the way, and thinks you want her.”
He ignored my comment, set his wine glass down, and walked to me, taking me in his arms.
“I missed you today.”
“We were in the same room all day.” I noticed he removed his suit coat and tie and had his shirt sleeves rolled up. His hair was a mess as if he had just woke up. His eyes turned deeper blue and I had come to recognize the different shades of his eyes for his moods. This shade meant he was in the need of a good lay and it was going to be his way.
He took my wine glass before I could finish it, set it down, and guided me to the bed.
“Come here, Isabella.”
“Fabrice, I need a shower. It’s been a long day and I have to clean up. I will be quick.” I tried to walk away from him but he caught my arm and pulled me closer to the bed.
“No. I want you like this. I don’t want you any other way. Remember, I’m in charge right now. Lie back and take off your clothes.”
I was turned on again by his assertiveness. The crackle of the fire and the scent of the candles were erotic. Fabrice reclined on the bed next to me and put his head in his hand and as he watched me unbutton my blouse. As usual, he was dressed as I was becoming naked. Thankfully, I wore my new lace black bra and no panties as he instructed before. Once I was naked in front of him, he ran a fingertip around my nipples. Brushing his finger ever so slightly across as I felt them harden.
“Such beautiful breasts, Isabella.” My breath quivered as I tried to relax and let him take over my body.
My hands wanted to pull him down on me, but I kept them grabbing onto the sheets. His fingertips traced a line down my chest, my stomach, and to my aching sex. He let his fingers stroke my lips that were becoming wetter. His thumb brushed across my clit, making me gasp.
“This is mine, Isabella.” I didn’t speak but kept my eyes closed and enjoyed his touch.
Ever so slowly, he put his finger inside me, making my eyes open and my back arch. He kept taking his finger out and pushing it back in so slowly and softly.
“I see you like this.” He was staring into my eyes. I shivered.
“That German could not do this to you.” I arched my back and the fire took over my body.
“I don’t want that German. I like what I have.” I whispered barely able to speak.
Finally he kissed me as his finger was still inside. I reached up to grab onto his hair.
“No touching, Isabella. Let me touch and play with you. I have craved you all day, sitting there in your dress and not looking at me, teasing me with that German.”
I wasn’t listening to him I was enjoying his fingers working their magic inside me as he put two more in and brushed my clit with his thumb. He clearly knew what he was doing to bring me to the brink of pure insanity. It became more difficult not to touch him. His mouth covered mine and he worked it down my neck and to my nipples. Each one he took in his mouth and sucked on them hard. He bit them playfully and then placed a soft kiss on each one.
“Fabrice, Please. Put your cock inside me now.”
“That’s right, my Isabella, me and only me inside you. Don’t forget what I can do to you. How I make you come over and over.” His thumb kept circling my clit, bringing me close to an orgasm. His words brought me closer to the edge.
I fisted the sheets to keep from grabbing onto him. I wanted to pull him closer to me.
“I’m going to come,” I whispered.
He didn’t stop as I writhed under him. I couldn’t hold back the moans as I arched my back to let the orgasm take over my body. He stopped as I was about to come. I wanted him inside me. I wanted it more than I wanted anything else. I dug my fingers into his shoulders urging him on.
“Open your eyes, Isabella. Look at me.” I stared into his eyes. He took his fingers out, put them to his mouth, and licked them.
“You are exquisite. You taste unbelievable, my sweet Isabella.” His mouth found its way back down to my cunt. He ravaged me. His tongue delved into me, tasting me, sucking me. The delicious sensation of him devouring me was incredible. No part of my cunt was left untouched. The tip of his tongue flittered across my clit. It was almost enough to send me over the edge again. With one more brush of his tongue and placing it against my clit, I came on his face. The waves of pure abandonment took over and my body convulsed as he kept sucking my clit. Nothing in the world mattered at that moment but the two of us. I was lost in him. He stopped and pushed his body up between my shaking thighs. My vision was blurred and my chest heaved.
Jesus Christ. His hard as steel erection pushed against his pants as I pressed myself close to him. He was rock hard.
“What do you want, Isabella?”
“To suck you,” I moaned. I pushed him back against the bed and I was not on top of him.
He seemed to like that idea and didn’t protest. I unbuttoned his shirt and ran my hand across his scarred chest. His stomach was flat and muscular with a spattering of hair and that beautiful dark line that ran from his belly button to his cock. I undid his belt and his pants and unzipped them. Of course, he was not wearing underwear, so his perfect cock stuck out. I made my way down to it and licked the tip that was glistening with that wet drop. I tried to keep eye contact with him as my mouth covered him and took him deep in my throat. I loved doing this and it turned me on more knowing he liked it too. His hands went to my hair and he pulled on it. I worked him as good as I knew how, taking him deep in my mouth and lightly sucking.
“Oh, God.”
That spurred me on to keep doing what I was doing. He seemed to be enjoying it as much as I was.
“Fabrice, I love this. You taste so good.” I stopped and started again. I let his tip brush across my lips. My tongue traced along the underside. My fingers tickled his balls and they tightened. I could taste his pre cum and I knew I was doing something right. I took him deep into my throat and sucked slightly.
“Isabella, don’t stop.” He pulled harder on my hair. His cock swelled and I knew he was going to come in a second. The burst of his semen was so much I had a hard time swallowing. He moaned loudly out of his mind in pleasure, his body almost convulsing with each pump. I felt in charge and dominant at that moment, knowing what I was doing to him. When he finally relaxed, he was still hard as I continued to keep him in my mouth. He pulled me up to him and I lay across his chest. Fabrice pressed his mouth to my head. His hands pushed my hair out of my face. I looked up at him and his face was flushed.
“Did you like that?” I asked. He groaned.
“I’m falling for you, Isabella.”
“You hardly know me, Fabrice.”
“I know you better than you think.”
“Is that right? What’s my favorite color?” He gazed up at the ceiling when I asked him.
“Red.” Wow he remembered.
“What is my sister’s name?”
“Your sister is Sophia. You have two brothers, Marco and Danny.”
“I’m impressed, Ambassador.”
“As well you should be. I remember everything, like how wet you get when I lick your nipples, and how your cunt tastes sweet like vanilla.” His hands were lightly stroking my back as I lay in his arms. I became sleepy and could have fallen asleep and not gone anywhere. I knew he wanted to take me to see the Eiffel tower. I had to get a bath first and wake up.
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The bath water was warm as I sat in front of Fabrice in the enormous porcelain tub. He washed my body as I closed my eyes and relaxed. He was so good to me, I didn’t know how I became so lucky. After my time with Anthony this was welcomed. To be treated sweetly by a man without having to give anything in return was foreign to me.
“I’m coming back here again with you, Isabella. There was not enough time to take you to my hometown.” The dripping of the water was soothing me as I relaxed more into him. I reached for my glass of wine and offered it to Fabrice.
“I would love that. This is the most beautiful city I have ever visited.”
He chuckled and sipped the wine I handed him.
“I thought you would say Rome or Venice.”
“No, maybe it's because you are with me. This has been a remarkable couple of days.”
“It has.”
“Tell me about the other women you loved.” I was worried to ask, but this seemed like a perfect time to talk them.
He sat quite for a few minutes and then started talking.
“That was so long ago, Isabella. There is not much to tell.”
“Yes there is. I’m sure you’ve loved before. The woman you were with when you got hurt. You loved her.”
“I thought I loved her at the time. I was wrong.”
“What about Celeste?” He stilled and became silent.
“How do you know who she is, let alone that I loved her?” he asked raising his voice.
His body tightened as he sat up.
“Tell me, Isabella, How did you know this?”
“I googled you one night, Fabrice. Come on. It’s not that big of a deal.”
“Isabella.”
I sat up and turned to face him.
“I’m sorry if I offended you. I wanted to see more about you. Everyone does it.”
“I haven’t googled you.”
“There isn’t much to find on me.”
I was getting angry that he could be so snappy. I started to get out of the tub and he pulled me back in.
“Talk to me. Don’t leave.”
“I hate that you won’t open up to me, Fabrice. You hide so much. I don’t understand why you won’t tell me about other women you’ve been with. Yes, you told me about your scars. You had to if you wanted to have a normal sex life with me. But when I ask about other women, you change the subject. You say that redhead, I don’t even know her name, was a friend but clearly she was more. You aren’t very open, yet you are an important part of my life.”
“That redhead is Marin Fisher. She was introduced to me last year at a party when I traveled to the United States. She was, what do you say, my girlfriend for about six months. We were never close like this.”
“You looked pretty close at the gala. She’s beautiful. Is she a model?”
“No, she's some socialite. Must we talk about her? Let me enjoy you now.”
“Have you ever been married?” I ignored him and kept pressing on.
He sat in the water that was now becoming cool and didn’t answer my question.
“Fabrice?”
Still there was no answer. I started to get up again and this time he let me. I hit a nerve it seemed.
He said nothing and I was shocked by his reaction to the question. I had expected something, an explanation, a response.
I stepped out, wrapped myself in a towel, and decided I would get dressed. This night seemed officially over and he was hiding something from me. As I hurriedly dressed, he came out of the bathroom, his waist wrapped in a towel.
“Where are you going?”
I didn’t say a word. He wanted to give me the silent treatment, I would do the same.
“Isabella, where are you going?”
“Back to my room and away from whatever this bullshit is.”
“Don’t go.” He came up to me and tried to grab me. I pulled away.
“I’m not in the mood for this, Fabrice. I have had a long day dealing with your ever-so-pleasant Attaché, listening to Elizabeth tell me she is going to sleep with you, and now hearing the man I have been sleeping with, act like I’m not important enough to tell me about his past.”
“It’s very hard for me to talk to you about this. Just wait, come here.”
“Fabrice, I can’t do this! I can’t be in a relationship, sexual or otherwise, without knowing the person. I expect to know what your past was if you think this is going to be anything. I told you about Anthony and I have not told anyone.”
“We don’t need to discuss this right now. I want to just enjoy Paris with you. This can wait till we get back to D. C. Even you said this was just sexual.”
That pissed me off. I was good enough for sex but not good enough to know about his personal life. Fuck him and his Parisian accent. I picked up my bag, walked out his hotel door, and slammed it shut. I could have cared less who heard or saw me at that point.
I was going to go to my room but that would have been too easy for him to find me. The last thing I wanted was to look at him. I had ended it with an asshole that thought I was his possession, his fuck toy, and someone he could humiliate. It would not happen again. I started walking and left the hotel. I had no idea where I was headed. It was dusk and the streets were crowded with tourists. Most of them were couples in love walking hand in hand and kissing. My romantic night was now ruined.
The farther I walked away from the hotel the more pissed I became. I was only sex to him. All that talk of me being this and him falling for me was a bunch of shit to fuck me. I thought I was smarter than that. Why was his past so off limits to me? Was he still married? He told me about the one he was dating when he got hurt and the old woman that showed him how to be dominant. Other than that he said nothing. Everything I saw on the internet gave me no clue that he ever was married. There was something though he wasn’t being honest about.
As I kept walking, I began to settle down more. Maybe it was the French air. Maybe it was the fact that we talked about this earlier and I was the one that said sex was what I wanted. It wasn’t his fault. I was acting like a child, upset and baffled at our relationship. I was turning what happened with Anthony into Fabrice and my problem. Hot and exhausted, I found a café after walking five blocks. I stepped in and ordered a coffee. Maybe a good cup of coffee would help me clear my head. I thought about calling Avery but with the time difference, I didn’t know what she would be up to. I pulled out my cell phone. I was going to text her, and see what she was up to when I noticed ten texts from Fabrice.
I’m sorry. I will talk.
Isabella, don’t shut me out
I need you. I need more. Plz b patient w/me
That last one did it. I melted when I read that Fabrice needed me and to be patient with him. Tears streaked my cheeks. It was insane the way I was behaving. It wasn’t too long and my phone rang. I looked down and saw that it was Fabrice. My heart soared and I answered his call.
“Hello.”
“Where are you?” I heard the traffic in the background so I knew he was outside the hotel.
“I don’t know, some café close to the hotel. I’m sorry for being an ass.” I looked behind me to see if I could see the name of the café.
“Give me the name.”
I looked at the menu and tried to pronounce it. Of course, Fabrice knew where I was.
“Don’t move. I will be right there.”
“Okay.”
It didn’t take two minutes for him to pull up in a blacked-out SUV. He jumped out of the backseat and headed my way, politely pushing people out of his path. I sat in a corner and stood up when he came to me and grabbed my hand. He looked gorgeous.
Almost in unison we both said it together. “I’m sorry.” He kissed me and looked into my eyes as we stood amongst many people. He held my head in his hands as his thumbs caressed my cheeks.
“Let’s get dinner and go see the Eiffel and talk later.”
I nodded in agreement, as he led me to the SUV. We didn’t speak, but held hands and rode in silence. We had all night to talk he said and that is what he wanted to do after my surprise. We rode to one of his favorite restaurants and filled ourselves with bread, cheese, and moules. I’m not a fan of mussels but Fabrice insisted these were different. He was right- they were delicious. I also ate a croquet monsieur, which was a grilled cheese with ham, only this was the best grilled cheese I had ever eaten.
After, we drank red wine and enjoyed walking around the city. He insisted we go see the Eiffel Tower and Fabrice made a call. He said he had a surprise for me. It was a night cruise on the Seine River. The evening was beyond wonderful. Since it was a cool evening and late, there weren’t too many people riding with us. We didn’t sit; Fabrice wanted me to stand by the railing so he could point out different sites to me. The buildings all over Paris were lit up and reflected on the river. The Eiffel Tower was ablaze in lights and words could not express how wonderful it looked.
Fabrice and I stood alone together in the darkness, sipping wine by the railing and he held on to me. He was becoming frisky and in a playful mood. He looked alive and relaxed to be at home. He stood behind me with his arms wrapped around my waist nuzzling his face in my hair. What a wonderful feeling, watching the Eiffel Tower in the distance and being in Fabrice's arms without worrying who would see us. I had this fantasy when I first met him, not believing it would happen.
It was dark where we stood with just the lights reflecting off the river. Fabrice's warm hand crept up my skirt. My body, and what I liked, was familiar to him now. He said nothing, but the way he began to breathe told me so much. He found what he was looking for and pressed his fingers inside me. His scent, the view, and the breeze off the Seine River sent me into an erotic state as Fabrice rubbed my clit gently with his fingers. My ass instinctively pressed against his hard cock pushed up against me. He was in control again. In control of my pleasure, I was allowing it and loving it. French music was playing in the background and Fabrice began singing it as his fingers were going in and out of me. He sang with his lips pressed against my ear.