“You like it?” AJ whispered against my ear, a smile in his voice.
I turned to face him and grinned. He arched his sexy lips showing off the dimple in his left cheek.
“Is that really a question I’m supposed to answer?” I cajoled.
“Just want to make sure .”
Was this guy for real? “I love it.”
He kissed the tip of my nose and I giggled. AJ then got out to open the door for me.
I took hold of his outstretched hand but allowed my eyes to drift over the perfection of the man before me.
Nothing about this day had felt real, or rather nothing had felt real since we first spoke. Holding onto my hand he pulled me out and held me close as I observed our surroundings.
Even in the darkness of the night, the beauty of the house and the grounds were simply striking.
I looked over the house becoming more mesmerized by the second as I took in its design of traditional French windows, large Oakwood doors, and angles that ran into cornices up to the thatched roof. The roof was perhaps the only thing that resembled the villa image I had in mind. The cherry on top was the lake that flowed next to it. It set the scene in motion with the moonlight beaming down on it, like diamonds splashed over the surface.
God, this was a dream.
AJ tugged on my hand and led me up the arched veranda that had hanging plants and ivy adorning the walls.
There he stood behind me, slipped his arms around my waist, then began tracing a line of kisses down my neck. I felt them everywhere. He turned me around to face him and moved in to kiss my lips, but I backed away playfully and giggled.
“Not so fast,” I cooed, an idea to play with him formed in my head. “This isn’t a villa.”
“No,” his lips curled up, “and you’re teasing me. Come here.” He moved closer, and reached for me, but again I backed away, teasing him indeed.
I laughed when he caught up to me and backed me against the wall, the cool concrete seeping into my palms. It was a stark contrast to the heat that ravaged my body for this man.
He placed his hands on either side of me, blocking my escape, then leaned close to my ear in a menacing manner. “I suggest you stop that if you don’t want to end up naked outside.”
I turned my head to face him, catching sight of the darkness and element of danger in his silver eyes.
“I can’t imagine a sweet guy like you doing such a thing.” I feigned innocence and naivety. I knew he wasn’t sweet, and I didn’t want him to be.
He brushed his lips over mine. “Just so we’re clear, I’m not sweet, and while I’m being up front, I’ll confess that I’ve been imagining you naked all day.” The declaration brought back the desire.
“Have you?” I asked in a low voice that made him smile.
“Does that scare you, sweet Wren?”
“No.” I said a little too quickly. “Do you think I’m sweet?”
“You are sweet, and now that I know your lips taste as sweet as I imagined, I need to taste the rest of you.” That dark look hardened his silver gaze, making his eyes turn to steel.
“Then taste me.” My voice echoed the desperation that gripped me.
That desperation weakened any form of logic that may have existed in my mind. Anything that might have told me we were going too fast. While I may have known him for over two years, I knew that I didn’t really know him.
But I was sick of playing it safe. That only landed me in the terrible situation I’d found myself in with Billy, and my awful relationships of the past.
So now I was going on emotion and impulse. I was in Paris, pushed up against the wall of a beautiful house with a gorgeous god-like man before me telling me that he’d been imagining me naked all day. There was no way I was going to allow my brain to tell me anything different to what my body felt.
We moved to each other at the same time, his lips crashing against mine with a burst of energy fueled by primal need.
He picked me up, his lips still on mine, and I wrapped my legs around his waist. AJ practically knocked the door down as we went in. I was vaguely aware that we went up some stairs, down a corridor, and then we were in a dark room where he set me down. My feet sank into plush carpet that I would have taken the time to savor if lust wasn’t searing every inch of my brain.
AJ only broke away from me to switch on the light. With the room illuminated my breath once again left me, swept away by the stunning décor all around us.
But that was all I had time to register before Mr. Delicious claimed my lips again.
“I’m going to taste you everywhere,” he whispered against my lips. “And play out every single fantasy I’ve ever had of you.”
God in heaven. No one had ever said anything like that to me. I’d never been with anyone who was even brave enough to admit something like that.
“Fantasies? Of me?” I had to ask. “What do we do?”
The wicked, dirty, smile on his face told me everything. “I’ll show you.”
He turned me around and pulled the zipper down my dress, allowing it to drift down to my feet, and then he unhooked my bra, but he didn’t take it off until he turned me back to face him.
That darkness filled his eyes again as he peeled my bra away releasing the heft of my breasts.
I was comfortable with my body, but I wouldn’t pretend that I was comfortable now standing in front of him wearing nothing but my panties and heels.
With the intense need we’d had to devour one another, I was surprised at the control he exerted as he stared at me.
Something slowed in our pace at that moment, becoming almost dreamlike.
AJ then walked around me, his eyes assessing and taking in every inch of my body, burning everything they touched.
He returned to face me, biting the inside of his lip, then ran his tongue ever so slightly over them when his gaze dropped to my painfully puckered nipples. Reaching out, he filled his large palms with my breasts making my nipples tighten to hard points.
He stepped closer, eyes boring into mine. “You’re beautiful Wren. Beautiful and better than perfect.”
I was glad he thought so because I felt tired from the stress and problems that had been thrown at me.
“Thank you.” I breathed, trying to calm my heart.
That wicked, predatory glint sparked in his eyes again and he lowered to kiss my neck.
My entire body tingled, then set on fire as he kissed his way to the valley between my breasts and his mouth closed over my right nipple.
He started sucking at the tip. Sucking like he really could taste me. Molding and shaping, kneading then tugging. I felt the pull between my legs and almost crumbled.
I hadn’t had that done in years, and I’d happily take that if that was all he did with me tonight. My brain literally shut down any cohesive thought and my breathing stilled, becoming shallow. Before I could recover he moved to suck the neglected breast, his tongue curling around my nipple to lick and suck.
“Do you like that? I’ve been dreaming of sucking your tits all day.”
The soft moans of pleasure that escaped my lips answered his question. He lifted me again and carried me over to the king size bed set in the middle of the room. Placing me in the center of it, he took off his shirt, and shrugged out of his pants and boxers, releasing the full length of his cock. I sucked in a breath when I saw it because he was massive, and I had to wonder if he’d actually fit inside me.
I wanted to savor him the way he did me, to look at the display of Japanese characters tattooed down the side of his abs and the edge of his arms, but he didn’t give me the chance. He moved over me, coming back to my lips, then paralyzed me with kisses all the way down to my stomach and over my thighs.
“AJ!” I moaned his name, desire thick on my tongue, as he nibbled on the sensitive skin inside of my thighs. He stopped and looked up at me with something I couldn’t quite read in his eyes, but the look was gone just as quickly as it had appeared.
Nothing
could have prepared me for his next move. He ran his fingers over the soft fabric of my panties, backwards and forwards, then moved away the lace so he could slip his fingers inside my core. I sucked in a sharp breath.
He made a hungry sound in the back of his throat, groaning at the wetness, hot in my core.
He smiled dark and deadly and growled, “I knew you would be wet for me.”
I let out a groan loud and desperate showing my need as he slid in and out ,hitting my clit. Slow then fast, and faster. And faster making tortured moans fall from my lips.
That wicked smile crept back in and my lips parted in surprise when he brought his fingers up to his mouth and licked them.
“Fuck, Wren. You taste so good. I have to lick every last drop clean from your sweet little pussy.”
And, just when I thought I couldn’t bear anymore of the intense pleasure, he slid my panties down my legs and bent down to press his tongue into my entrance.
Tasting me just like he said he would—everywhere. Licking me clean.
The passion that took me was indescribable, it surrounded me all over, and I forgot who and where I was. Everything.
Liquid fire streamed through me and mindless ecstasy tore at my insides when a raw rippling wave washed over me travelling from my breasts to my thighs.
“Aughhhh.” I moaned to his satisfaction.
That orgasm rocked my body, rocking my world, but that didn’t stop him from giving me more.
AJ continued to taste me. Tasting and drinking.
I wanted him too. I wanted to taste him. I wanted to run my hands all over his body, touch him forever until forever consumed me.
Trapped within a bubble of ecstasy, I allowed him to send me over the edge. I wasn’t ready for him to pull away just yet, but when I saw the hardness and length of his cock, I craved that more. I wanted him inside me.
“Do you want me, sweet Wren?” he asked, his voice heaving with desire.
He was teasing me. Had to be because I was certain I looked desperate for him.
“Yes.”I moaned.
“Tell me you want me.” He kissed my stomach. “Tell me you do, so I know.”
I didn’t know if my brain could function to form that many words but I’d try because I needed him. “I want you.”
“Okay, princess, you can have me. This is all for you.” He said running his hand down the full length of his cock. The sight was even hotter than just watching him, and the seriously defined muscles he displayed. “This is what you do to me every time I look at you.”
“God,” I breathed, thinking about all the times I saw him at the coffeehouse. I’d wondered what it would be like to talk to him, what it would be like to be with a man like him. To be with him. My Mr. Delicious. Now look at me. Look at us.
I watched him retrieve a condom from the nightstand and slide it down himself. Then, he parted my legs and he thrust into me, leaving my heels on.
I cried out from the strength and the force of the thrust, arching into him as he pumped slowly at first, then building up a nice pace. I moaned with each thrust, arching my back into him and matching the wildness of his rhythm. He moved with the sureness of a man who knew what he was doing, knowing I couldn’t be anything other than intrigued and satisfied all at once.
That wicked smile flashed across his face again, and he gripped my waist, increasing his movements, and making each thrust hit me with an intensity that made me feel like I’d pass out.
That seemed to be too much for him, too, because he started hammering into me, pounding and holding on as if he was trying to keep some control.
“Oh, fuck!” He growled, moving even faster.
It was too much, and I couldn’t take it anymore. The orgasm that took me took him too, grabbing us both at the height of ecstasy and squeezing us between its grasp. The release that came felt like it drained some part of my life force, but then it filled me with the glow of a heat that reached into every part of my being.
He stilled against me, sweat running down the side of his face. He was breathing hard against the drumming of my ears. He collapsed next to me, pulling me close.
“That was amazing,” he breathed into my hair.
I turned in his embrace, resting my head against him, enjoying the thudding of his heart “Can we do that again?” I breathed against his tight skin.
“Oh yes, princess. That was just the appetizer. I plan on making you cum like that all night long.”
I loved the sound of that.
Chapter 11
Adam
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I caught Wren’s hands as she slid them across my chest.
She wanted me again and I wanted her.
All night long we indulged on one another.
All night.
I couldn’t remember if I slept and dreamt her up with her fantasy body.
No, I could tell the difference. The real-life Wren was like pure oxygen to my soul. I looked down at her cocooned in my arms, her golden hair glistening against the bright Parisian sunlight.
Beautiful, was only the beginning of how I would describe her. She was that and so much more.
It was safe to say she was no longer nervous around me, and I loved that. I wanted her to feel comfortable and to enjoy me just as I did her. I didn’t realize I could feel like this about one woman. As if I couldn’t get enough of her, and even when I felt like I’d experienced the height of pleasure, I wanted more.
No one had remotely interested me this way before, and the feeling deepened the more time I spent with her. It shouldn’t have surprised me since I had gone to the coffeehouse nearly every day for well over two years just to see her, never speaking more than a few pleasantries.
I couldn’t believe I’d denied myself of her. But here she was now with me.
I wanted to relish that thought but guilt tugged on my heart again at the reminder of me hiding my name from her.
I needed to tell her who I was sooner than waiting until our last day to do it. I’d felt guilty when she cried for AJ all night as I pleased her.
Desperation gripped me too because I wanted to hear her call me Adam.
That aside, it was starting to feel dishonest. I wanted to tell her who I was before it did get too late and then I’d ruin any good intentions I’d had by keeping my name from her.
“Mr. Delicious,” she whispered against my chest and giggled as I brought her hands up to my lips and kissed them.
I liked that. Mr Delicious. She could call me that if she wanted. I liked the purr in her voice that hung on to the end of the word. Apart from being insanely sexy, I liked that it was just for me.
“You naughty kitten. You had me six times last night.” Yes, that sweet girl had had me all over her, inside and out.
And now the thought of it all was hardening my cock again. She inched her hand over my chest and moved up to plant kisses all along my neck, my jaw and… stopped.
Teasing me she lingered by my mouth and it was all I could do not to go crazy with need. Just from that small play.
I pulled her in for a kiss. Smoothing my hands to the back of her head I pressed her mouth down hard on mine, consuming her and the burst of energy that rushed from her lips to my soul.
Those beautiful lips on mine drove me fucking crazy. That mouth drove me crazy last night as it tasted me everywhere.
I’d heard of this type of indulgence before but never believed it. Mostly I thought it was bull shit. No way would I believe that you could literally have sex over and over again in the same night. I thought it was some sort of exaggeration, and not physically possible.
I was completely proven wrong last night. It was true. I experienced it for myself. Anything prior to last night had to be down to me just not being attracted enough to previous women. It had to be that because Miss Wren here had me up and ready to go at least ten minutes apart.
We hadn’t slept either, and I wasn’t tired. She didn’t look like she was tired but she had to be.
“Wren
, I can’t get enough of you, but you must be tired.” I pulled back out of the kiss which was turning hotter and gazed at her.
“No, I can’t remember how to sleep.” Her lips came back to mine brushing against my mouth like soft feathers. “What do I have to do to get you to take me again?” Her eyes lit up with mischief I’d never seen before, and that was enough by itself.
God, it was going to happen again and my body responded to the thought as if it was the first time.
“Nothing more than you just did,” I answered.
Reaching into the drawer of the nightstand, I retrieved another condom from the box that was almost empty. We’d have to go to the drug store a lot sooner than I planned. I loved the saucy look she gave me as I tore open the packet and rolled it down my shaft.
Then she gave me that sexy giggle when I swooped her up and pulled her on top of me. I loved the way her breasts bounced as I set her down onto my cock.
“Fuck,” I groaned. She felt so good. Too good.
She smiled at my response but then her lips parted taking a sharp breath when I thrust inside her to adjust myself.
The fascination returned to her face in seconds. She looked fascinated with me, at what she was doing to me.
She moved her hips slowly and I gripped on to them. No way was I going to last. I didn’t see how.
“Slow baby.”
“I want to ride you.” The temptress cooed, and I was all hers. All control was in her hands. I actually couldn’t believe she just said that, but I’d think about that later.
“Ride me baby, ride me.”
She rocked her hips backwards and forwards. Slowly then fast, her heavy breasts bouncing in my face as she started to ride me hard.
The pleasure on her face in the bright sunlight was insane and made me lose my mind.
Wild was the way I would describe this time. She rode me as if this was what she needed. Looking at her made me lose it. Lose my mind and body, everything I’d ever known.
Fuck, what the hell had this woman done to me to make me want her so bad? Giving into the surge of need that took over my mind I grabbed her and flipped her over onto her back, and plunged back inside her in one swift movement.
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