by L. D. Davis
“Donya,” one of the assistants called and waved me on.
It was time to get to work. As finishing touches were made to my hair and makeup on the set, I reminded myself that this was a huge privilege. Millions of women would give almost anything to be in my position. Hell, apparently I had given up something to be in my position…
When Helena picked up her camera and asked me if I was ready, Pathetic Donya took a seat, and the Super Model in me took over.
*~*~*
It was nearly two in the morning when I took a cab back to Felix’s penthouse. I was exhausted and achy, but more than anything, my heart hurt. The moment all work was finished, my modeling façade fell away and I was back to looking miserable. Helene had been ecstatic about my shots and the production team that filmed the commercial was pleased. I should have felt pleased and ecstatic, too, but I felt lonely and I wanted Emmet. I wanted him so badly, that I felt like he was with me all day. I imagined that he wasn’t thousands of miles away and that he was close to me, and by the feeling in my chest, I had seriously convinced my body and soul that Emmet was near. I tried to hold on to that in the back of a cab as we raced through the Parisian streets.
Before going into the building, I turned and looked at the Eiffel Tower in the distance. I had never gotten used to looking at it in all of its splendor. It was a beautiful sight against the sky, tall, solid, and sure. I decided that I would keep my curtains wide open so that I could look at the tower out of my window as I fell asleep and it could be the first thing I saw when I woke up. I needed something solid and sure to look at, because my solid and sure was MIA.
The doorman let me inside of the building and I was greeted by the overnight concierge as I walked across the marble lobby to the elevators. I used my key fob to get to the top floor – of course Felix would have it no other way. I wished that he was around, but he was filming. Occasionally our paths crossed, but I didn’t see him much anymore. We were both very busy. He had quickly become one of the few people I couldn’t live without. He was a good and loyal friend – and still a terrible flirt, but he made me laugh, and he was reliable.
With a weary sigh, I unlocked the door to the enormous apartment, walked inside and swallowed back a scream. Emmet stood in the foyer, just like the fucking Eiffel tower, beautiful, tall, solid, and sure. His hair was sexily disheveled and he was bare foot like he had been there for some time. His eyes burned into me with undeniable love. I blinked once, twice, three and four times. I burst into tears when I realized that it was actually him and that my mind was not playing tricks on me. It wasn’t that I had convinced myself that Emmet was near me, he really had been.
He closed the distance between us in two long strides and then his strong arms were around me, pulling me against his body. I let my bag slip off of my shoulder and onto the floor before I wrapped my arms around his neck and buried my face in his shirt.
“It’s okay,” he whispered as he kissed my head and smoothed my hair and back. “I love you.”
The deluge of tears that had burst forth soaked his shirt, but he didn’t seem to notice. He continued to hold me and murmur his love for me. Soon the soul-killing emotions and my long day working and my days of travel began to take their toll. I felt weak and dizzy as my legs began to give up. Emmet swept me off of my feet into his strong arms and kicked the door shut. He carried me easily through the apartment to the bedroom that was reserved for me. He sat me carefully on the bed and used the bottom of his shirt to wipe my face. Now the shirt was soaked with my tears. He gave up on it and pulled it off, revealing his gorgeous body. He kneeled before me, untied my sneakers and pulled them and my socks off of my feet. Next, he pulled off my jacket and my shirt. He had me stand so he could remove my pants and then I sat back down on the bed in my bra and underwear. When he unbuckled his belt, I pushed his hands out of the way and started to unbutton his jeans. I put my fingers under the elastic of his boxer briefs and pulled his pants and boxers down together.
I knew that he had only planned on getting me into bed to hold me and sleep, but I needed him. I needed to touch him, to taste him, and to physically connect with him.
Breathless with anticipation, I reached out and grasped his erection in my hand. Moisture glistened on the tip. I looked up into his green eyes as I dragged my tongue over the wide tip, licking away the liquid proof of his excitement. Emmet moaned deep in his throat and cupped my face in his hands as he looked down at me lovingly. I sighed with pleasure and relief as I took him deep into my mouth. He groaned and whispered my name. Stroking the base of his rock hard cock with my one hand, I sucked hard as I dragged my mouth up his shaft until just the bulbous head was left between my lips. I swirled my tongue over it before taking him deep again. Emmet gasped and grunted. I knew he wanted to close his eyes and let his head fall back, but he didn’t take his eyes off of me.
Feeling encouraged by the glazed look in his eyes, I put both of my hands on his ass for leverage and took him so deeply that I started to choke on his length and girth. He cursed and groaned loudly and twisted his fingers in my hair. He thrust gently in my mouth, and because I was no longer Pathetic Donya or Super Model Donya, I moaned and looked at him encouragingly. Donya SGL wanted her lover to thrust his appendage into her mouth. Emmet took his cue and began to gently thrust in and out of my mouth. The look of pleasure on his face made me feel empowered. I was the one making him feel that way. I dug my fingers into his ass cheeks, making him thrust deeper into my mouth.
I knew he was getting close, because he began to thrust faster and harder. My throat would be sore in the morning, but I didn’t care. When he tried to pull away so that he wouldn’t finish in my mouth, I held onto him and made my mouth as tight as I could. Emmet gave me one questioning look, and when I only moaned in response, he gave in completely. Groaning loudly and calling my name like a mantra, his cock began to spasm in my mouth and then warm, sticky liquid was shooting onto the back of my tongue. He pulled out of my mouth slowly and once his cock slipped from my lips, I took a few swallows. It was the first time he had ever finished in my mouth. He more than earned it.
I fell back onto the bed, exhausted. Since I had not made my bed that morning, Emmet easily pulled the blankets up over me after he repositioned me more comfortably in the bed. He turned off the light and then climbed in beside me and pulled me into his arms. He kissed me slowly, lazily, but passionately. My toes curled at the way his tongue moved in my mouth and I could feel him still hard against me. His hand traveled over my bare belly and up my ribcage until he was cupping my breast. He squeezed it gently as his thumb moved over my hard nipple. I squirmed and moaned softly.
Emmet pulled his lips from mine and kissed my chin, down my neck and across my collar bone. He expertly unhooked my bra, releasing my breasts to the mercy of his hands and fingers. Whatever exhaustion I had felt was disappearing as he sucked a nipple into his mouth and his other hand rolled my other nipple between his fingers. I slipped my hands into his hair. I still couldn’t believe that he was there, that he had come to Paris for me. Part of me felt like I was dreaming and I worried that I would wake up and this would have never had happened.
He left my aching breasts glistening from the moisture from his mouth as he kissed a path down my belly and over my panty line. He gently pushed my legs open and to my surprise and excitement, he licked my sex through my underwear. I groaned and lifted my hips off of the bed. Emmet took this opportunity to pull the panties off, but I was suddenly self-conscious. I had showered at five in the morning, but I had been working all day. I didn’t feel very…fresh, and I told him as much, but he shut down my worries when his tongue dipped inside of me. I wriggled against him as his tongue eased in and out of me. When he licked between my swollen lips up to my sensitive clit, DSGL grabbed the back of Emmet’s head and grinded onto her lover’s face.
He moaned as if he enjoyed my aggressiveness. He flicked his tongue over my clit repeatedly. I squirmed and moaned and bit down on my lip. When he put h
is lips over it and sucked, my hips shot off of the bed and I cried out. I pulled on his hair and cried out his name as I grinded on his face. He slipped two fingers inside of my tight channel and I came undone. I tried to push him away as my orgasm punched through my body. It was too much to take, but Emmet didn’t allow me to push him away. He sucked my clit harder and added a third finger. I felt like I was spinning out of control, ready to crash into the earth in a heap, but another orgasm rocked through my body and I found myself hurtling through space once again. Emmet licked my clit lazily as I began to come back to Earth, and his fingers moved slowly.
My orgasm subsided, but my body still trembled even as Emmet positioned himself over me. In one smooth move, he sank his cock deep inside of me. My head tipped back and my eyes closed as I moaned loudly. My back bowed away from the bed in a natural reflex that only buried Emmet’s erection deeper inside of me. He groaned my name and crushed his body against mine, pinning me to the bed beneath him and he kissed me with unbridled salacity. My lips felt as if they were bruising and my tongue and mouth felt battered, but I not only wanted his violent passion, but I craved it and loved it.
My nails dug into his flesh as pleasure and pain mingled together with each stroke of Emmet’s turgid member into my aching vagina. When his lips left mine and began to move down my cheek, I turned my head to give him full access to my neck. The curtains were open after all, giving me the perfect view of the Eiffel Tower. It struck me how perfect the moment was. I was making love with my soul mate in Paris with one of the most romantic structures in the world within view. Not only did I have Emmet in my arms and inside of me, he had traveled thousands of miles to make this moment happen. My love for him was already at depths I’d never be able to quantify, but it suddenly blossomed further and my chest felt like it was going to explode with passion, appreciation, and love.
My tears started again, just as Emmet’s teeth sunk into the curvy flesh of my breast. I cried out in pain and delight that was cut short by Emmet’s mouth quickly finding mine again. His rhythm increased, as did the power behind his thrusts. With his elbows on either side of my head, his hands held my face and his thumbs wiped away my tears as he continued to kiss me and make love to me with unchecked fervor. My screams were met by his increasing moans and grunts. His chest rubbed against my sensitive nipples and his body pressed against my clit with his movements.
My whole body felt like it was on fire. I was burning with passion and pleasure. Emmet’s body was hot against mine. Together we would erupt into flames and set the entire bed on fire, maybe the entire city. That’s how hot I felt with him. His cock was hitting me in just the right place and I began to see white spots behind my eyelids and there was a keening coming from within me but it was caught by Emmet’s warm, silky mouth.
Suddenly, I pulled my mouth away from his and screamed his name as a scorching, explosive orgasm tore through my body. It sparked hot delight over every inch of my skin. I clung to him as the orgasm continued to sear me through and through. Emmet followed, holding me tightly to his body and calling out my name as his seed spilled inside of me. I felt every jerk of his manhood as he came, every throb and every spurt. Before I could stop violently trembling from the last orgasm, I was desolated by another.
“Don’t let me go,” I whimpered breathlessly, wrapping my limbs around him. “Please don’t let me go.”
Emmet continued to hold me and gently kiss my moist face as he made a solemn promise to me.
“I’ll never let you go,” he said.
And I believed him.
*~*~*
Of course Felix couldn’t just have a normal guest bathroom with a toilet, shower and tub. The on-suite bathroom in my room had a large oval shaped, glass enclosed shower stall. There were shower heads from above and shower heads built into the wall so that you were sprayed from all directions. The tub wasn’t just a tub, but the size of a small pool with a Jacuzzi setting. Even the toilet was elaborate.
I sat in the tub with my knees drawn up to my chest and my arms wrapped around my legs. I rested my cheek on my knees as Emmet sat beside me gently running a sudsy pouf over my body. I was exhausted and sore by the time he pulled out of my body, but I felt a shower or bath was necessary. While I lay in bed staring out at the Eiffel Tower, Emmet had gone into the bathroom and drawn a bath for us.
“How did you get in here?” I asked him sleepily.
“I called Felix and told him I screwed up and he made things happen for me,” he said. He sounded just as tired as I felt.
“You and Felix are mighty cozy,” I teased softly.
Emmet smiled and gave a nonchalant shrug. “He’s not so bad.”
I raised my eyebrows. “Not so bad? You hung out with him all weekend last month. You guys are like, dare I say it, friends now.”
He flicked his fingers at me, sending drops of waters and suds flying onto my face.
“Don’t push it,” he said.
Under ordinary circumstances, I would have laughed and continued to tease him about Felix, but despite our intense love making, there was still some tension between us. We still had some unresolved issues.
“If I had known about the trip to Mexico, I would have never accepted the campaign with Alberi,” I said. We had been quiet for a few minutes, each of us lost in our own thoughts.
“Whether you knew or not doesn’t change the fact that you made a promise to me,” Emmet quickly responded with a soft, but hostile tone that made me cringe.
I hugged my legs closer to my body and turned my head away before again resting my cheek on my knees. I heard Emmet’s soft expulsion of air. The water lapped gently at the sides of the tub as he moved closer to me.
“Donya,” he said my name softly. “Baby, look at me.”
Reluctantly, I turned my head back to look at him. The features in his face that had been hard a moment before had softened. His fingers stroked down the ponytail hanging down my back and his other hand rested on my thigh.
“I didn’t fly over thirty-five hundred miles to fight with you and make you feel bad,” he said. “I came here to be with you. I don’t care if I only get a half hour with you a day while I’m here, it’s better than nothing. I’ll take what I can get.”
“I’m really sorry,” I whispered.
“I know you are,” he said solemnly.
“What are we going to do, Emmet?” I asked weakly.
“Don’t worry about it right now, baby. We’ll work it out. I promise.”
He kissed me. It was very brief, but it warmed me in the cool water.
Chapter Thirty-Five
I loved mornings with Emmet. I loved watching him stretch and scratch at his chest and sometimes his beard if he had one growing in. His hair was messy, his t-shirt had ridden up to just below his belly button and his lounge pants hung low on his hips revealing the top of that contoured V shaped part of his pelvis that I wanted to lick. I was in the bathroom brushing my teeth when he shuffled in, yawning, scratching, and looking hot.
“Good morning, beautiful,” he said and kissed my temple.
“Hello,” I smiled. I watched his ass as he walked away towards the toilet, but turned away when he started to pee.
I finished brushing my teeth and filled a cup with water so I could take my vitamins and birth control pill. Emmet washed his hands and found a new toothbrush in a drawer on his side of the double sink vanity. He brushed his teeth while I took my pills and began to brush my hair.
“I can get used to this,” I said as I pulled the brush through my hair.
“Get used to what, baby?”
“This,” I said, gesturing between us. “Us, moving about in the mornings together and getting ready to face the day. What makes it even more alluring is that we’re in one of the most romantic cities in the world.”
Emmet moved behind me, wrapped his arms around my waist and looked at our reflections in the mirror.
“It doesn’t matter what city it is,” he said in my ear. “As long as
we’re together, it will be the most romantic place in the world.”
I turned my head and met his lips. The kiss was minty and warm and made me happy.
“Yeah, I can definitely get used to this,” I said as Emmet released me.
He grinned at me and said “Anytime and anyplace you want to get official with me, beautiful, I’m there. Now get a move on before you’re late.” He smacked my ass, making me yelp and left the bathroom chuckling.
The week had started out rocky, but it turned out better than expected. I finished shooting for the campaign the day after Emmet arrived. Though I received phone calls for other work, I turned it all down so that I could be with Emmet like I was supposed to in the first place.
We fell into a comfortable routine during our days together. Whenever we would finally make it out of bed, whether groggy from sleep or electrified from sex, we would take a shower together. We’d floss and brush our teeth while music played from the bedroom. I’d wash my face while he shaved, and while I moisturized my skin and brushed my hair, Emmet would go into the kitchen and make coffee for himself, tea for me, and breakfast for us. I’d join him at the breakfast table that had an incredible view of the tower and the city and we would attempt to read the newspaper that was delivered to the door every morning. I had a better understanding of the French language than Emmet did, but it was always a fun time to try to pronounce and decipher the articles.
After breakfast, we would hit the streets of Paris for sightseeing or shopping and then we had lunch at a different café each day. We always returned back to the penthouse by early evening. Sometimes we’d grab food on the way home or sometimes we’d eat out, but my favorite times were when we cooked together in the top of the line kitchen. Emmet did most of the cooking though. I wasn’t much of a cook, but Emmet showed off with his slicing and dicing, sautéing and flipping. He plated the food like a five star chef and placed it in front of me with a loud, obnoxious “voila!” And we talked, all day. I asked Emmet question after question to prove that the life he lived in Cambridge was important to me.
