We Will Always Have Paris

Chapter Twenty-Six

Gerald slammed the door to the hotel room shut.

"I thought we'd never get out of that crowd alive! Don't get me wrong, I love the fans but damn!" I laughed

"Yes, I understand." I laid my coat out on a chair and pulled my hair out of the ponytail. I felt Gerald's hands on my neck, slowly rubbing the muscles. I sighed softly as I leaned back into him.

"It should be me giving you a massage," I told him, "you do all of the hard work."

"Nah..." he kissed me, "performing is not that hard. And besides, I want to pleasure you."

"Okay. I'll let you." He pulled my flannel off, unbuttoning it one button at a time, and sat me on the bed. Gerald's hands were smooth with the occasional callous from doing various activities. He continued to gently massage my back until I was half asleep. Suddenly, his lips replaced his fingers and each little kiss sent shivers down my spine.

"I love this line of muscle you have," he murmured between kisses, "this one right here." He trailed it with his tongue. It was too much.

"Gerald. I want you."

"Not yet, Frenchie."

His warm breath tickled my back and I shivered. Gerald unclipped my bra and pulled his shirt off. I leaned back against him, nestling my butt between his thighs. He moved his lips to my neck and traced the curve of my jaw up to my lips.

He laid me down gently, our bare skin touching and our bodies yearning. He kissed down to my pant-line then slowly pulled my jeans off. I wasn't nearly as gentle or slow as he was. I yanked his pants off and his boxers with them, barely able to control my wanting.

"Easy there Marilyn..." Gerald pulled away teasingly

"I need you, Gerald." He looked at me softly, eyes wide and darkened from the lust we both shared. His eyes reflected everything I felt, the longing, the love, the desire.

He was upon me in an instant, teeth biting, nails scratching, I responded the same way. Gerald pulled my underwear off and rolled on top of me. I reached up and ran a hand through his hair. He grunted in pleasure then reached down to touch me. I knew I was wet, I could feel the heaviness between my thighs, and Gerald grunted again. He held up his wet fingers to his mouth.

"You've never let me eat you out." He said

"Perhaps another time." I said, feeling breathless as I watched him suck my pre-cum off of his fingers. He reached down again but this time he grabbed his own hardened erection. His eyes closed as he slowly pumped himself, then, with his usual quickness, he entered me with startling force.

I cried out softly. Gerald pumped in and out of me slowly, yet hard. Each stroke sent me closer and closer to coming. He was close too, I could see it in his face, the way his eyes narrowed and he bit his lip each time he pushed into me. He rode me hard for another ten minutes until he cried out and collapsed against me. Moments later my own coming lifted my hips off the bed, effectively keeping him inside of me as he spilled his cum.

"Did I just cum inside of you?" Gerald asked worriedly

"Shhh, it's okay. Don't talk." I panted. He complied for a while. He didn't pull out until he had gone soft, then he laid on his side with me in his arms.

"What did you mean that 'it's okay'?"

"I've been meaning to tell you, Emilie convinced me to get on birth control. For moments just like these is what she told me."

"Oh." He kissed the top of my head, "She's a thinker." I twisted my head back and pressed my lips to his. "You know, despite what I rap about, this is my favorite part. Having you satisfied in my arms and knowing you love me."

"I love you." I told him, my heart swelling with the joy of what he said. "I love you so much."

"As I love you." He kissed me tenderly. We laid there for a few more minutes and I was almost asleep when he asked me, "Do you want to take a shower together?"

"Yes!"

We went to the glass shower; it was just big enough for the two of us. Gerald carried me bridal style and held me tight as the initial cold water poured over us. But he didn't turn the hot water up until my nipples were hard and exposed. Then, laughing, he turned the hot water up and held me underneath.

When he finally set me down I quickly used the bar of complementary soap to scrub the day's sweat off of me. When we finished I crawled under the sheets of our bed and nestled up against Gerald.

"Being the poet that I am, I would have thought that I would have something beautiful to say before we both fall asleep."

"And?"

"I've got nothing. Nothing but love."

"That works for me, Gerald."

We kissed tenderly, deeply, then he pulled me into his loving arms as we fell away from the world.