A Single Girl's Guide to Paris

by Raven Gale

  My breath catches when it opens, and he is standing before me. Hair damp like mine and green eyes glowing, he is radiating lust. It is thick between us. My fingers drift out and scratch softly through his short beard, and he turns his head to press his velvety lips on my palm. A shiver chases down my spine as his hand comes up to close over mine, and he pulls me into his room. The door closes behind us, and we stand, staring at each other. Any worries I might have about whether he thought of me evaporate as he falls on me like someone ravenous and my lust surges to match his.

  He kisses me, bending over me and framing my face with his roughened hands. His thumbs slide over my heated skin as he takes possession. I had wondered if I had built last night up in my mind somehow. Had I allowed my imagination to embellish his touch? But the moment his lips touch mine, I burst into flames. He kisses me over and over, and I steal his breath, drawing it within me, drowning in his and my own need. I feel loss when he finally breaks away. We are both gasping for breath. He runs a shaky hand through his hair. Swallowing twice, his mouth opens to speak.

  Chapter 13

  I step back, trying to slow us down. Her lips are wet and glistening in the low light of the lamp. They are beckoning me to return. She looks fucking delectable, and I want to devour her.

  My eyes drop to the narrow expanse of exposed flesh just below her waist, the band of her skirt sitting well below her navel. I see her stomach quiver under my gaze. Her hand drifts up to her throat as she sways towards me. The movement is unconscious.

  My control stretches to the breaking point. I swallow, and I'm about to speak when a knock at the door interrupts. I growl instead and glare at the offending object over her shoulder before looking back at her beautiful face.

  "Don't move." It is a command, and her eyes flare at it, excitement dancing through their dark blue depths.

  Stalking over, I jerk the door open to see room service on the other side. Oh, right, I ordered food, wanting to watch her savor it again.

  "Sorry, bring it on in." I apologize because the guy's reaction says I have my death face on. I try to relax my scowl and step aside, moving out of his way. I tense when she turns and graces him with a wide smile.

  "Oh, hello. Thank you so much for the recommendation of the Bustronome. It was amazing. Perfect." She is gushing at him, and as his chest rises, my brow furrows again.

  "I'm so glad you enjoyed it." He glances between us. "I did not realize you knew Monsieur Stirling?" His voice rose on my name turning his statement into a question. One that is none of his damn business. And I don't like his tone.

  "We met on the plane and then as fate would have it, ran into each other the first night here." My voice is less than friendly. It dares him to ask more. Ember is glaring at me, her cheeks pink with either outrage or embarrassment, possibly both. I don't give a damn. Tonight she is mine, and it's no one's business but ours. I open the door, stopping his movements, "I'll set it out in a little bit, but thank you so much for bringing it up."

  He raises an eyebrow, and I hold out a generous tip. He moves slowly, wishing her goodnight. I might grip his hand a little extra hard as he takes the money. I push the door closed and lock it. I stand looking at it for a moment before I turn to her. A smirk is curling her still damp lips. I stand frozen as she crooks her finger at me, beckoning me.

  All plans for dinner flee my mind. Just that little action fries my brain. My heart pounds and I hear roaring in my head. My entire body is hard and rigid, and I palm my dick. She draws a quick shaky breath. Her eyes are glued to the thick bugle barely hidden behind my pants. I step toward her but stop, forcing myself away from the edge of insanity. Running my finger through my hair, I look at her and force myself to speak.

  "Would you like a drink?" Even I hear the desperation in my voice.

  "I am thirsty." My eyes fly to her face, but she isn't talking about drinks. I pour her a glass of wine and hand it to her, our fingertips barely touching. She brings it to her lips, wetting them with her tongue just before the touch the glass. I groan, watching the pink tip glide over them. She slips slowly, her eyes watching me over the rim. I pour myself a glass of whiskey and slam it back, not even really tasting it but loving the burn of it going down. "I drank whiskey today..." I look at her over my shoulder.

  "So I could remember the taste of you."

  I drop the glass and cross back to her, my fingers gripping the back of her head and pulling her hair free. Fuck dinner. Fuck going slow. My hands move to frame her face, my thumbs sliding over her jaw and hooking under it. I use them to force her face up to mine. Her eyes search mine, and she must see whatever it is she was looking for because she melts into me. I trace her lips with my thumbs and watch as she shivers with need. My gaze goes hot as it moves over her face and down her slim neck, locking on the outline of her breasts through the sheerness of her shirt. I bend down, tracing her face with my lips, placing soft kisses. I move my hand down to her neck, sliding it around it, forcing her head back even more. I want access to the pulse I see pounding. My lips slide along that pulse, teeth nipping just hard enough to cause a sting before moving to that sensitive place where the neck meets the shoulder. I draw her flesh in my mouth, biting it harder, and she sighs.

  Moving back to her lips, I settle on them, licking at the seam until she opens for me. In an instant, I plunge into her, taking possession. Her hands come up to my hair, fingers curling, grasping it tightly, and pulling me even closer. I'm trying to be gentle, but my lust surges as I explore the dark velvet of her mouth. I swallow the moan that breaks from her throat. I nip and bite at her lips before finally breaking away. Our breath is ragged as we stare into each other's eyes.

  The tension stretches until finally it snaps and she crashes into me. Fuck yeah!

  Chapter 14

  My breath is caught in my throat, and my body is pulsing with need. He turns me into something wanton and lusting. His calloused hands are rough on my skin, and I crave it. I kiss him long and deep. Somewhere between our lips meeting and my breaking away to feather kisses over his jaw and down his neck, I made a decision. I slowly sink to my knees. His fingers grab my hair, and he tilts my head.

  "You don't have to do this." His voice is tight with need.

  "I know. I want to." I run my hand over the thick length of him behind his pants, and he freezes, locking into place with lust. I reach up and open his pants, pulling them down and letting him spring free. Closing my hand back around the hot velvet flesh, I look at him for a moment long, savoring the need stamped on his face. He doesn't try to guide me, instead letting me have my way.

  My tongue touches him first, and I feel his cock jerk in my hand. I blow softly over him as I move to cup his balls. They tighten in my grasp. My tongue flicks back out to lick away the glistening drop on his head, and he shudders in pleasure. My eyes roll up, and I see his teeth clenched the same as his hand at his side. I let my tongue curl slowly over the top and then tease the underneath, the most sensitive spot. He growls and mumbles about just putting it in my mouth, and I smile. I release him and lean back, holding up a finger to stop his protest. Grabbing the hem of my shirt, I pull it over my head and toss it to the side, letting him see the edge of my hard nipples at the seam of my bra. Then I lean back in, tossing my hair to one side so he can see everything.

  My mouth is hot, and I suck it tight around him. I close my eyes, enjoying myself. My cheeks hollow out as I pull him in deep before sliding back up. My tongue dances over him and thrusts a tiny bit. His control breaking. His fingers clutch at my hair tighter, and he is unable to stop himself from taking control.

  "Trust me," he whispers, his voice deep, and just the sound of it has my pussy clenching.

  He's giving graphic instructions but not letting me follow them. Instead, he is thrusting deeper into my mouth. He pulls my head closer and thrust slowly, going deeper still.

  "Please. Relax. Just let it relax." I let go, letting go of any fear I might have and let him in. "Oh, God. Son of a fucking bitc
h, Ember. You're killing me. It's so good."

  I hold on; it is all I can do. He has moved his other hand to the back of my neck, and he is holding me still, thrusting over and over. I let him have his way, and I feel my body getting hotter. He tugs my hair, and I look up to a question. I relax even more, willing to take it all, everything he needed me to.

  He draws back and then pushes forward, eyes locked on mine, filling my mouth, pulsing at my throat, holding it deep and then moving back to let me catch my breath. It is erotic and dark, and my body aches, begging for more. His rhythm becomes faster and his thrusts harder.

  "Do you want me to stop?" He pauses, chest heaving. I think for a moment. It has never been my thing, but here with him, I want nothing more at this moment. I shake my head no.

  That's all it takes, and he lets himself off the leash. His fist tightens, and my breasts swell with need as the pleasure mixes with pain. He thrusts deep over and over, holding me still, taking the control from me, and I love it... Until he buries himself deep, cutting off my air, and he yells my name as he erupts. A hot jet of cum spurts into my mouth, down my throat. He slowly releases my hair and I breathe, swallowing and sucking gently on him still. I continue to play for a minute until he pulls me up. He kisses me deeply, his hands roaming over my breast. I sigh into his mouth as I break away. I look around, suddenly a bit shy.

  He reaches out and grabs the glass of wine I had hastily set down and hands it to me. I drink a long drink. I smile as he pulls his pants up but leaves them open. Linking our hands, he leads me to the small table in the room.

  "I had planned on us eating."

  "You know what they say about plans." He laughs, it is deep and shakes his head. "Besides, we can always eat. We can eat now or... Later." I smile at him watching as his cock starts to harden all over again.

  "Ember." He warns me, but I need no warning. I want what I want. Him. He moves behind me, his hands on my shoulders before they begin to slide down over my exposed flesh. The tips of his finger tease along the edge of my bra.

  Chapter 15

  My dick is getting hard. I've always had a strong sex drive and immense stamina, but this is crazy. How could I want her this much again already? She is frying my brain. I've never lusted for a woman the way I am for Ember, and she's only looking for a quick vacation fling. The thought suddenly angers me. I want to brand her mine, get so deep inside her that she's never satisfied with another.

  I'm starving for a taste of her, desperate to have my hands on every inch of her. My hands slide down over her shoulders, down over flesh heated with desire. I can feel her chest rise and fall as her breath quickens. Her breasts press against the fabric of the barely there bra, the dusky pink of her nipple peeking from the edge. My fingertips tease over the sensitive skin. She moans and presses back against the chair, begging for more. Her mouth calls to me, made for kissing. But I want to seduce her slowly, teasing and licking. I lean down, kissing her lightly before moving to her breast. I push the fabric down, letting it lift her tantalizing nipples closer to my mouth. My tongue flicks out, and I begin to devour her. Licking and sucking, teeth biting, just the edge of pain. She throws her head back as I move to the other side, hand closing around the one I just left. My other hand slides down her stomach to the band of her skirt. I want to plunge my hand beneath it to feel her heat and the wetness I know is waiting for me but I don't. Instead, I continue my assault on her breasts.

  Her hand comes to my hand, pulling me closer, her body arching up. Her hips move involuntarily, and she is making sexy little moans. Panting.

  "Please, you have to stop. NO... Not stop, do more. I need more. I need everything, Carter." Her voice is husky with her desire, and it is my undoing.

  Pulling her to her feet, I spin her into my arms, and I take her lips. I try to gently, but as I slide into the velvet of her mouth, she thrusts her tongue against mine, and I am lost in a haze of need. Lust rises sharply, and it consumes me, eating me alive. I release my demons, pouring my desires into her.

  I walk her backward until her legs hit the arm of the couch. I have thought of this all day. Catching the waist of her skirt in my hands I rip it down, kneeling to help pull it from around her now bare feet. I take my time working my way back up her legs, licking and kissing the inside of them. I hear her breath catch as I reach the tiny triangle of black satin, darkened with her juices. I bury my face in it, feeling her heat, and she grabs the back of the couch to stay on her feet.

  My breath blows over the wet fabric, cooling it slightly, the moment before I run my tongue slowly over it.

  "Oh, God." She sighs, sitting back. I take advantage and shove her legs wide open, my hands on her knees. The forceful action causes her to gasp, and I look up at her. Her eyes are glazed, unfocused with heat. She likes my force, my dominance. My darker desires stir to life. Keeping my eyes on her, I lick over her mound, and her mouth opens, but no sound comes out. I push the fabric to the side and stare at her glistening lips, her cream dripping from it. Again, I lock eyes with her and run my tongue through the soaked folds. Fuck, the taste of her, it's addictive. I feast on her, pushing her toward her release only to back off and deny her. Over and over. I watch her the whole time because her loss of control feeds my instincts and increases my pleasure. I eat my fill and then look at her, face flushed with her passion.

  "What do you want?" I know the answer, but I want to hear her say it.

  "More. Everything. All of you." She sobs.

  "Stay still." I have to command her, need it.

  I drag a finger through her folds, following it with my tongue before I thrust it inside, working it in and out. She fights to remain still to do what I ask, and I reward her by adding a finger. My tongue and teeth finding her most sensitive spot, her hips buck wildly, and suddenly she cries out. Moisture floods her pussy, and still, I work her, pushing deep and pulling out all the while keeping my mouth on her sensitive bud. Her orgasm goes on and on until she is thrashing back and forth trying to move away from me.

  "I can't... No more." I slow and back off, slowly pulling my fingers free. I let her come down from her release, all the while taking long slow licks of her.

  Finally, I rise and look at her, pulling her panties off and down her leg. I throw them to the side. "So much more, Ember. You'll come for me so much more. Over and over." My voice is guttural as I imagine it.

  I pull her to her feet, and her eyes widen, no fear, just apprehension. I spin her around and catch the nape of her neck, pushing her forward over the arm of the couch. Her head is on the cushion, and I move between her legs. I use my own to push hers wider. I stand behind her, staring at curves, the moisture coating her pussy and inner thighs glisten in the light, and I shove my pants down. We can take our time later because I plan to take her over and over again tonight. Right now though, I don't give her time to think or worry. I can't. I wrap my hand around my throbbing cock and tease her entrance with the head. I slide it through her cream, coating myself, and then I slam into her, hard and deep, rocking her. I push through the swollen folds, and the muscles give way. She cries out loudly, and I know the neighbors heard her. I don't fucking care.

  I feel like I'm being gripped by liquid heat. I can barely stay in control. She's so fucking tight, I grip her hips trying to hold her still. Instead, I jerk her back to me as I surge forward, plunging deeper still. I slam into her again and again. She has turned her face into a pillow, muffling her screams. I feel her body tense with another orgasm building. I reach down and grasp her hair, pulling her head up. I take her mouth, kissing her deeply as I move again pulling almost completely out and then sliding slowly back in. Over and over, I push us both to the breaking point. I'm relentless. I break the kiss and push her head back down. I change the pace to hard and fast, pounding into her as deep as I could go again and again. Her legs are shaking, and she's chanting my name. I slow down until I'm just barely moving.

  "Not yet, Ember. I'm not done. Not with this, not with you." I lean forward and k
iss along her spine. She rocks her hips, rolling them, and my control snaps.

  My breath slams out of me and my fingers dig deep into her hips, holding her still. I surge deep. Pistoning deep and hard, sliding over her bundle of nerves, and then I reach around her to the engorged bud. Fingers flick over it and her back bows, and she is pushing back into me. Her pussy tightens around me, and I push into her harder and faster still. I feel a wave begin low and it rips over me. I jerk convulsively, shuddering as I growl out her name, filling her with my semen. I flick over her nub once more, and she screams, body clapping down and milking me dry.

  Somehow, I stay on my feet, buried deep. I lean over her back and turn her head to the side. Our breath comes in hard gasps, and I kiss her neck. Resting my head on her back, I wonder if I will ever get enough of her. I wanted her to be consumed with thoughts of me when she leaves, but I know now it will be me thinking of her. I can't get enough of her. She is perfectly submissive. I dig my fingers in to her hip and flex inside her one more time. I'm rewarded with a quiet, sated sigh, and I can't help the smile that curls my lips. I slowly slide from her wet heat, and she stays laying over the arm.