Sam, August 2005
"Sam, this suite is bigger than our flat." Veronica remarks as she stepped over the threshold and entered the deluxe suite that we'd be spending the next two nights in, with a the look of wonder on her face as she took in the grand luxury of the suite, from the formal dinning table and kitchenette to the plush lounges, the spacious bathroom with enormous tub and the staircase that leads up to large bedroom complete with private balcony but it's the view of the Eiffel Tower from that balcony and the window next to the dinning table that I knew would captivate my girl, it's the reason why I booked this room in this hotel.
She runs to the window in the dinning area and looks out at the glittering tower, lit up against the backdrop of the night sky, her eyes going wide and her mouth falling open in awe as she takes in the perfect view. I wrap an arm around her waist and nestle my head into her neck. She turns her head and kisses me as she brings a hand up to run through my hair. All I can smell is her coconut scented perfume and it's driving me wild, the mid length, black and white striped, sleeveless dress she's wearing hugs at her delicious curves, turning me on.
My hand moves from her waist, slowly down over her thigh, pulling her dress up above her knee, my fingers draw circles against her bare skin as she presses herself back against my growing erection. I kiss her neck, delighting in my own breath taking view of her cleavage and the peak of lace from her red, strapless bra which tells me she's wearing the matching red, lacy panties, the ones that could be mistaken for dental floss because there's very little material.
I slide my hand in between her thighs, teasing her as I inch closer and closer to her heated core, her pelvis rolls back against me as my fingers trace along the hem line on the fabric of her panties up towards her almost bare backside, covered only buy a skimpy string which I hook two fingers under and run them back through to the front, plunging into her soft, wet folds. My two fingers penetrate her core as my thumb circles over her clit and I'm rewarded with a breathy moan as she reaches her hand back and slips it inside of my shorts, she wraps her fingers around my erection and strokes me, igniting every nerve ending in my cock.
"I want you in me." She pleads with me, her eyes filled with lust as she looks back at me behind her, who am I to deny the woman what she desires most? I slowly etch my hand out from her panties and bring my fingers to my lips to taste her nectar. She unzips her dress and it falls to the floor, she's a perfect vision, standing before me in nothing but her red, lacy bra and matching panties, her blonde hair cascading around her shoulders, she's my ultimate fantasy woman.
She lifts my t-shirt over my head, giving me tingles as her fingers lightly brush against my chest, she disposes of my shirt onto the floor and puts her hands on my body, turning those tingles into flames of heat beneath her touch. I wrap my left arm around her and slowly walk her back to the dinning table. She perches herself on the edge of the table so that she's still able to hold her view of the Eiffel Tower and for me, my view of her, coming undone as I pleasure her, will be far greater than the tower.
"Je vous aime" I whisper in her ear as I slide her panties down her legs, her pussy glistens under the lights and I can't hold myself back from dipping my head between her legs and running my tongue over her dripping core. Her entire body jolts when I flick my tongue against her sensitive clit. "Tu as si bon goût"
"That's so incredibly sexy my Bear." She murmurs as she tugs at my hair, her fingers needing at my scalp remind me of when she washed my hair, how such a simple act of kindness was made so sensual and erotic by just her touch. "It's been turning me on since we got here."
"Really?′ I ask her, a little surprised. I studied French back at school and became quite fluent but I haven't practise it in years and I was a little worried my pronunciations were a little off but the way she's now looking at me, tells me I could say anything in French and she'd be impressed. I decide to test out my theory, standing back up, I hold her gaze as I cradle her face in my hands. "Je vais t'épouser"
"Yes, to whatever you just said." She beams back at me, her happiness is infectious and I love being the man who puts that dazzling smile on her gorgeous face. I trail my hand from her cheek, down her back and fumble with her bra clasp but it's seeming to be an impossible task to take on one handed, all my suave moves are going to being let down by this one failure. Without a word, Veronica reaches back and unclips the clasp with ease, pulling the bra away and freeing her glorious tits for me.
"Do you even know what you're agreeing to baby?" I ask her as she pushes my shorts down and palms me over my briefs.
"I don't care, as long as it's with you." She says seductively, pushing my briefs down until the land around my ankles with my shorts, I step out from them and she wraps her legs tightly around my waist, drawing me in closer, I line myself up and enter her slowly, sliding my erection deep into her pussy, the sensation of her ribbed walls tightening around my dick makes me groan with pleasure, nothing in this world compares to being inside of her.
She clenches the table beneath her as I slam myself deep into her, slowly at first but picking up pace with each thrust I fill her with. My lips crash against hers, my tongue rolling against her own as she moans into my mouth, her hips rocking to the rhythm of my thrusts.
"Tu te sens incroyable" I mutter against her neck as she tightens her walls around my cock, giving me the most sensational, warm squeeze each time I push deep into her, her tits bouncing inches from my face as if begging for my attention, her rosey pink nipples perked up like tiny witches hats. I take one into my mouth and swipe my tongue over the peak, making my girl cry out my name in elation
I move across to her other breast and circle the nipple with the tip on my tongue while locking eyes with her. Her face contorts with gratification, her brow knitted together as she bites down on her lip to suppress her moans but she can't hold back when I nibble at her nipple, her erotic scream escapes and she tugs at my hair.
"Oh fuck yes baby." She pants out breathlessly. "Please don't stop, I'm so close." She begs as I suck at her nipple, feeling myself climb closer to climax.
"Lay back." I instruct her and she lies her back against the length of the table top but keeps her legs wrapped firmly around me, I love looking at her from this angle, my gorgeous, naked woman, spread out before me. The table jolts beneath her as I rapidly penetrate her hard, her knuckles gripping the table top but a look of erotic pleasure painted on her face. The ribbed walls of her core clenching tightly around my rock, hard dick like a moulded glove and I know at any moment I'm going to erupt into her but I need her climax first. "Viens pour moi" I beg her and although I know she knows no French, this seems to translate for her just fine, she comes undone beneath me, her core clenching and releasing around my cock pushes me over the edge and I unload myself into her with an animalistic grunt of satisfaction.
"I love Paris." She says breathlessly, looking up at me with a smile.
A/N Translations
Je vous aime - I love you
tu as si bon goût -You taste so good
je vais t'épouser - I'm going to marry you
tu te sens incroyable -you feel amazing
viens pour moi - come for me
More Paris to come in the next chapter
