Passion Blooms in Paris (Diary of a Free Woman)

by Thorne, Diane

  She took two steps into the next exhibit and gasped when Pierre grabbed her arms. He tugged her away from the doorframe and pulled her close until her breasts pressed against his chest.

  “What took you so long?” he asked before he covered her lips with his and thrust his tongue deep inside her mouth.

  Chapter Three

  The intense kiss took Gwen by complete surprise. And she liked it. How could she not when he was stroking her tongue with his? Each brush sent desire coursing through her. She was on fire, burning with need for him. The frustration she’d felt no longer existed. Raw hunger now consumed her. He kissed her passionately, exploring and diving deep into her mouth. The hard object pressing against her belly was real. Clearly, the man longed for her. He held her tight to his body as if he refused to let her go. Her heart pounded and she needed air, but damn it, she enjoyed his playfulness and the feel of his rigid shaft touching her stomach.

  He tore his lips away and spoke in French.

  “Shut up and kiss me again,” she said as she placed her free hand on the side of his face.

  He obeyed like a good lover and smothered her with another kiss. This time he claimed her tongue and sucked on it. A moan slipped from her, enthralled from his seduction. The temptation to lift her dress, release his stiff member and climb on top of him for a hard and fast ride plagued her thoughts. A quick romp would ease her heightened sexual craving, if only for a little while.

  A gasp and a voice ended the kiss quickly. Pierre looked over her shoulder and said something she didn’t understand. Gwen glanced behind her and found an older couple talking to Pierre. She had no clue what they were saying.

  “Come.” Pierre let go of one of her arms and led her into the adjoining room. Although it was empty, he continued to the next doorway.

  Gwen glanced over her shoulder to see if anyone was following. “Did they recognize you?”

  “I don’t think so. The man recommended I kiss you somewhere more privately.”

  She grinned. “Really?”

  “Yes.”

  They entered another unoccupied area and stopped in front of a religious painting with naked male angels. Pierre shook his head and said something in his native language.

  “What?” Gwen asked.

  He tilted his head toward the picture. “More small penises.”

  “Well, the angels reflect a semblance of religion. A large erection on a creature seen as pure and good might not go over well with the religious population.”

  “Are you saying you like small ones?”

  “No. No. Of course not.” The words flew out of her mouth.

  He pressed his hand against her back and slid it down to her ass. “Good, because I have a large cock, and it wants to slide inside you.” He moved his digits between her butt cheeks and lower yet.

  Once again, his sexy accent, sultry words and teasing touch roused her craving for him. Her body warmed and pulse quickened.

  “I like the idea of a big dick filling me.” She found his shaft and rubbed it. He was quite sizable, as he’d admitted. She’d been wrong to think he was playing games with her. Clearly, he had more than a friendly interest for her.

  He brushed his lips near her ear while he roamed his hand over her ass. “It wants to feel your heat and slickness.”

  Her heart jumped. “Mm… I have just what he seeks,” she said as she caressed the rigid muscle in his pants.

  “You do?”

  “I do.”

  “Then, you want it. Yes?” He kissed her cheek and fondled her ass.

  “Yes.” She pressed her palm over his bulge. “I want it. Inside me. Filling me. Again, and again.”

  “Would you come for me?” He pecked her ear.

  The hair on his face was soft and tickled her slightly. “Yes, I’d come for you. I’d squeeze my walls around you and steal all your strength.”

  He spoke in French again then said in English, “I can’t resist you. I want to fuck you right now.”

  She licked her lips. Yes, she wanted him to fuck her, too.

  He tugged her dress up and slid his hands over her bare ass. Choosing to wear a thong had worked in her favor.

  “I love touching your flesh,” he said before he covered her mouth and squeezed her butt.

  Passion returned in a heated rush and took control of Gwen. Forgetting who he was and where they were, she unzipped his pants. He moved his fingers lower, between her legs. When he touched her slick pussy, she decided she would take him here and now. Screw decency.

  But the road to hot sex changed in an instant as it had before. The creak of the floor captured Pierre’s attention and he broke the kiss. He spun her around so his back faced whoever was entering the room. French words shot from his mouth. Judging from his angry tone, Gwen suspected he was cursing.

  He removed his hands and smoothed her dress down. “This is frustrating.”

  She chuckled. “Very.”

  She peered past him to find an Asian family in the room. They faced the wall and appeared to be studying the artwork.

  Pierre tugged his zipper up.

  “It’s a shame there isn’t somewhere private we can go.” Surprised by her own words, Gwen blinked and lowered her eyes. Was she becoming some kind of sex addict? If she kept meeting men like Phillip and Pierre, who could blame her? The men were too damn desirable and masters at seduction. She had years of built-up need. They were a lethal combination.

  “Actually, I may know of a place,” he said.

  “Where? Here?”

  “Yes. Meet me on the Lower Ground floor in say…half hour. Find the sculpture of St Mary Magdalene. I will be there.”

  She narrowed her gaze at him. “Please tell me this isn’t a trick or game.” She’d thought she’d ruled it out before, but now she wondered if it could still be a possibility. Sure, he had a hard dick and said he’d wanted to fuck her, but his “look for me here” plan hadn’t worked too well before. Why would it this time?

  He tucked strands of her hair behind her ear. “No games. I’m not leaving until I have you, and I will. But I need to make proper arrangements.”

  “Arrangements?”

  “Being famous does have some benefits. Will you meet me downstairs?”

  She took in a deep breath as he trailed the tips of his fingers down her arm. The delicate caress gave her a chill.

  “Please?” he asked.

  She gave a slow nod. “Okay, I’ll be there.”

  His eyes lit up and wide grin formed. He kissed her lips. “Thirty minutes.”

  “I’m counting them now.”

  Still glowing with happiness, he backed away from her. Then he spun and hurried from the room.

  Gwen stood there for a moment, biting her bottom lip as she stared at the space where he’d been. Was she out of her mind to crave him so badly? She’d had the same response after Phillip had told her what he wanted to do to her. Pierre was a fine man with a cock that would undoubtedly please her. Why not indulge in a little playtime with him?

  She lifted her purse and checked the clock on her phone. He’d said to find him in thirty minutes. Until then, she needed to find something to do. Noting the time, she lowered her purse.

  The paintings in the room reminded her of the many others she’d seen so far. While she appreciated the history of them and the artist’s skill, she was ready to view something different. Something that might help her stop thinking about Pierre’s feverish kiss and his solid member. Grinning, she headed for the exit. There was no way she could get the Frenchman out of her head.

  Gwen found a set of stairs nearby and descended to the Lower Ground level.

  Tall ceilings and archways greeted her as she walked toward one of the exhibits. Unlike the second floor, walls of smooth stone surrounded her and the parquet under feet gave a different sound with each step she took. She barely heard the click-click of her heels. Not surprisingly, she spotted more visitors in the room standing around statues. Pierre would have a difficult time
walking around without detection. She hoped guests wouldn’t bother him too much.

  Gwen studied one figure after another. The attention to detail by the artists amazed her. How could anyone create a piece of art out of stone? She moved to the depiction of Spartacus and gaped at the naked man. Again, the fine sculpted features astonished her. He had a larger build than Pierre. Solid rolls of power in his arms emphasized Spartacus’ strength. He even had wide, strong thighs. She marveled at the muscles and tendons in his legs then admired the ripples in his chest. Eyeing his genitals, she chuckled silently. Why did the artist give a great, powerful gladiator such a small penis?

  Now she sounded like Pierre. He would’ve asked the exact same question.

  She strolled around the museum, studying the various works carved from marble, wood, metal and stone. The intricate features of each gave her a profound appreciation for their creators. Near one of the large arches leading to another exhibit, she felt the urge to check the time on her phone. Except too many people were around and a guard stood in the room. Fearing she’d spent too much time examining the sculptures, she headed into another gallery and sought the St Mary Magdalene piece. Gazing left then right, she hurried to find her meeting spot or Pierre. When she hadn’t located either, she continued to the next area.

  Near the back wall, she saw a couple people standing near a figure of a woman. The angelic face resembled that of similar pictures she’d seen of Mary Magdalene. Gwen headed for the statue.

  She stopped behind the two visitors and read the information on the small stand next to the figurine. The artist carved the masterpiece in 1510 from a type of wood. Amazing. Gwen skimmed the rest of the information and stopped when the visitors in front of the sculpture had moved on. She quickly filled the vacant space and stared at the magnificent work of art.

  Brown hair flowed in waves down the light-colored wood, covering the private area between her legs and nearly reaching her knees. The woman had an angelic face with soft features depicting her as kind and loving. Her breasts were small and left exposed by her flowing long locks. The feminine curves added beauty and a better representation of what a young lady looked like.

  “Do you like her?” Pierre asked, standing behind her.

  His soft voice brought a smile to her face. She turned her head and nodded.

  He stepped to her side. “She is breathtaking.” He shifted his attention from the statue to Gwen. “As are you.”

  Warmth returned to her cheeks. “These statues are incredible.”

  “Yes. Magnificent.”

  He glanced behind her then met her gaze. “If I were a sculptor, I would love to create a piece of art in your image.”

  “Me?” Gwen said with a hint of surprise.

  “Yes. And I’d have to touch every part of you, feel every curve…” He lowered his eyes to her chest. “Caress those sensitive parts to portray them right.”

  Her nipples pebbled at the thought of him teasing them.

  “How does that make you feel?” he asked.

  “Excited.”

  He grazed his fingers along her arm with his thumb inching ever closer to one of her tits. “I’d hold those lovely plump beauties and squeeze them gently. I’d make the centers hard by caressing them with my thumbs. Then I’d suck on each one while I slowly glide my hands over your ribs and past your navel.”

  His teasing words revved her need for him. Her temperature climbed. Gwen straightened as she imagined his touch.

  “I’d part those lips between your legs, feel inside you and massage the tender spot that makes your knees weak and your body tremble.”

  Gwen knocked her knees together. Her thong was getting wetter by the second. “Don’t stop now.”

  He smiled. “I wouldn’t. I’d have to taste you and make you come with my tongue.”

  She was close to coming. His words painted a vivid picture of what he intended to do. She couldn’t wait much longer to turn the fantasy into reality.

  “Were you able to make arrangements?” she asked.

  “Yes. But we won’t have enough time for me to fully enjoy pleasuring you. I hope you don’t mind.”

  Gwen bit her bottom lip. If she were interpreting his words correctly, they’d have time for a quick fuck and nothing more. Could she do it? Was she willing to sneak into a room with a famous French actor for a quickie in the Louvre? What if someone caught her and Pierre?

  Pierre moved closer to her and whispered, “My dick aches for you, beautiful Gwen. I want to feel what it’s like inside you. I know you want this too.”

  “Yes, but what if someone finds us?”

  “I paid a guard to let us into a secure area. We’ll be safe, but only for a little while.” He grazed his fingers over her cheek. “Let us fuck, then we could spend the day together. Let me show you some sights then take you to dinner. Later, I will take full advantage of making you come multiple times with my tongue and cock.”

  Her answer came fast. “All right.” A day in Paris with a famous French actor sounded wonderful. Then they’d have a nice dinner. It all seemed incredibly romantic. The sex was an extra nice perk. How could she refuse him? She couldn’t.

  “Come,” he said before he turned and started walking.

  Gwen’s pulse raced as she followed him. Sex in the greatest museum of all time was not even a thought in her head until she’d met Pierre. She’d never be able to confess the dirty deed to anyone. Who would believe her anyway?

  Pierre led her into and through another exhibit. They strolled around statues as he headed for the tall archway in the back. The visitors were busy studying the works of art and talking amongst themselves. No one noticed her or Pierre passing by.

  After turning the corner from the room, Pierre held his hand out toward her. She accepted and they walked side by side down a long hall. At the end stood a robust man wearing attire similar to the other museum staff she’d seen earlier. Gwen suspected he was part of security. Tall openings on the left led to other exhibits. When they neared the guard, Pierre gave him a nod. The officer returned the gesture and let her and Pierre pass.

  “Do you do this often?” Gwen asked after they were several feet away from the uniformed employee.

  “Not with company.” He glanced at her and smiled. “I’ve been in private areas before with a guide from the museum, but nothing like this.”

  A grin formed on Gwen’s face. There was comfort in knowing Pierre didn’t just pick a girl and want to screw her. Well, at least not in the Louvre.

  “Did you have to give him a lot of money?” she asked.

  “He received a nice tip.”

  He headed toward a set of double doors with a sign above one stating the exhibit was closed. “If anyone asks, I’m showing you a private collection.”

  “A private collection?” Gwen lowered her gaze to his groin.

  He stopped in front of the doors. “Oui. Very.”

  Pierre pushed on the handle and they hurried inside. Gwen stopped a few feet away while he shut the door. Paintings and various antiquities, some covered with sheets, filled one half of the room. The other half lay empty. Long drapes covered the windows yet the color of the fabric allowed soft light into the room.

  Gwen stepped toward one of the covered objects. It was long with a solid base. The sheet only hit the top of the piece of art. “Do you know what’s in here?”

  “I’ve seen some of the works. They’re moving pieces around. It happens.”

  She stopped in front of what she guessed was a statue and tugged the cover. Her guess turned out to be accurate. A female figure carved from stone lay sideways. She was naked with tiny triangular breasts.

  “She doesn’t compare to you,” Pierre said, standing behind Gwen.

  He placed his hands on her shoulders. Warmth spread from his touch while a flame jumped deep within her.

  “You are a real woman.” He pressed his nose into her hair and kissed her head. At the same time, he tugged on one of the straps of her dress tied ar
ound the back of her neck. “You smell heavenly.”

  The top portion of her sundress fell forward and revealed her strapless bra. He wrapped one arm around her waist while he slid his other over her upper chest. Something hard pressed against her ass and she knew instantly what it was. He pushed aside her hair and kissed the back of her neck. Slowly, he dragged his tongue over her flesh, up to her ear, then gently bit her earlobe. Desire rushed through her. He nipped her shoulder and the starving need for him intensified. Blood rushed through her veins while her heart pounded. He moved his hand to one of her breasts while extending the playful kiss. She craved more of him and greedily accepted all he was giving. He pinched one of her buds between his fingers and a whimper slipped from her.

  “I wish to suck these,” he said, squeezing one of her girls.

  “Yes. Please.”

  She dropped her purse as he stepped around her. Facing her, he jerked her bra and freed the one tit. He quickly lifted it and latched onto her erect nipple. He sucked hard on it. Pure lust shot through her. The hunger between her thighs magnified. She clenched her legs together as a single pulse reminded her of what she yearned for. She wanted fulfilment. Need burned inside her and only he could bring her relief.

  One thought predominated in her head. She had to have cock. She had to get his rigid length buried inside her.

  In a swift move, he released her other breast from the constraint and treated it in kind. Her hormones blazed out of control with strong erotic currents flowing through her. If she didn’t soothe the ache in her loins soon she’d combust without him.

  “Now, Pierre. I need you now.”

  He pried his mouth away. “I love an eager woman. Turn around.”

  Without wasting a second, she followed his instruction. As she stood there waiting, she heard the sound of his zipper. She closed her eyes briefly and attempted to gain control of the lust burning inside her so she wouldn’t come as soon as he entered her.

  The ripping of plastic jarred her thoughts. She peered over her shoulder, but she couldn’t see him.

  “Do you have a condom?” she asked.