by E. J. Adams
I figured that Brandon should be done working out and probably back in our room showering. Brandon's impish smile and perfectly dimpled cheeks entered my stream of consciousness as I moved past Hermès. Dimpled cheeks on either side of two perfectly full lips located above his rugged chin. In all, a classically handsome face.
Brandon Mitchell naked as hot, steamy water washes over his muscled body. Water streaming between his hard pecs, over his six-pack abs, and onto his . . .
“Excusez-moi, s'il vous plaît,” I heard a woman's voice say as she stepped around me.
“Excusez-moi,” I replied apologetically, realizing that I had stopped in the center of the busy sidewalk outside the Le Bristol Hotel. I had fantasy-walked my way back to the hotel.
As I entered the lobby, I was greeted by Fa-ron, the hotel's adorable Birman cat. He purred as I reached down to scratch his head. A bell hop offered to assist me with my shopping bags. I agreed and we headed toward my room.
As I opened the door to the room, I was greeted by the cozy atmosphere established by the subtle colors of high-quality fabrics, vintage prints on the walls, and Louis XV-style furniture. Brandon made certain that we had all the comfort and serenity that a Paris 5-star hotel had to offer. The bell hop placed my bags on the couch as I asked. I gave him a tip. He thanked me and left.
I kicked my shoes off and padded over to the window and looked down onto the flower-filled courtyard in full bloom. I was once again appreciating the fact that I was on a luxurious vacation to France. The bathroom door opened and Brandon stepped out. He looked devilishly handsome in his charcoal gray dress slacks, a light blue dress shirt, red tie, and navy blue blazer. The same outfit, minus the tie, he had worn on our first dinner in New York at Tavern on the Green.
That night I had worn a black, above the knee, skirt and pink blouse. I had a similar skirt with me in my luggage. I decided I would pair it with the scarf-as-blouse that I had just purchased at Hermès.
“You look very handsome,” I commented as I kissed Brandon on the cheek. “Why don't you go down to the Le Bar du Bristol for a drink while I shower and get dressed.”
“Sounds like a good idea.”
Brandon headed downstairs and I got ready for dinner. I needed a little help from a YouTube video to figure out how to wear the scarf as a blouse, but it was worth it. I loved the way it fit me. I knew Brandon would as well. I grabbed my purse and headed to meet up with him.
As I stepped off the elevator into the lobby, I could see Brandon with a group of children playing with Fa-ron. “I would have taken you as a dog person,” I said as I approached where Fa-ron was holding court with the human guests of Le Bristol.
Brandon turned toward me and his eyes widened.
“You look absolutely stunning, Ms. Sullivan,” he said as he kissed me lightly on the cheek. While discrete, he was nevertheless undressing me with his eyes.
“Thank you. Just a little something I picked up today.”
“Excellent choice. Shall we go?” asked Brandon as he took me by the hand.
“So, where are you escorting me to dinner Mr. Mitchell?”
“L'Abeille. Named in homage to Napoleon's favorite emblem, the bee, it is a French gastronomic restaurant that offers sophisticated cuisine in an enchanting atmosphere. It promises to reveal new emotions in aesthetics and flavors through hallmarks of culinary excellence including exceptional products and technique.”
“How long did it take you to memorize that?” I asked playfully.
“Pardon?” Brandon replied in his best French accent.
“Just tell me, web site or travel guide?”
Brandon laughed.
“Busted. L'Abeille's website. But I did already know that it is a two Michelin-starred restaurant,” he said.
“Good for you,” I said, kissing him on the cheek.
L'Abeille was located at lobby level of the Shangri-La hotel. I wondered if the hotel's name was a foreshadow of things to come.
As we entered L’Abeille we couldn't help but take in the history of the 1892 mansion that is the current day hotel and restaurant. Walking past the l’Escalier d’Honneur, the Staircase of Honour, we were in the very intimate restaurant. It opened onto a private garden that was pure luxury in one of the most expensive parts of Paris.
“This is lovely,” I said.
“As are you,” replied Brandon kissing my hand.
The host showed us to our table and left us with our menus. When our waiter came we ordered; both passing on frog, and settling for seafood dishes. We ate, drank fine wine, and conversed easily. The setting was elegant and romantic.
“I know a great cafe along the Seine, not far from the Pont des Arts. Great dessert and then a short walk to a fabulous view,” said Brandon after we finished dinner.
“Lead the way.”
Brandon paid our check and we were off for the next part of what was already a wonderful evening.
After the most amazing crème brûlée, Brandon and I were gazing adoringly at the Pont des Arts and a panorama of Ile de la Cite, Notre Dame, the Louvre, and the city lights reflecting off the river Seine. This is the most romantic moment of my life.
A tremor of sensual pleasure coursed through my body as Brandon put his arms around me and drew me close. I breathed in the aroma of his cologne and let it dance in the night air. Every one of my senses was drawn to him as I became enveloped by his presence. He was intoxicating and I surrendered to scintillating passion.
He gently lifted my chin. As we gazed into each others eyes, he pressed his lips to mine.
Our moist, supple lips fit perfectly together. He placed his right hand against my lower back and pulled me tight into him. His strong, athletic body emanated sexual desire.
Our lips parted enough so he could gently work his tongue into my mouth. I wrapped my arms around his strong neck and pulled myself closer – I didn't want any space between us.
Brandon slid his hand down over my ass and gave it a light, erotic squeeze. He was arousing every sensual desire within me. He gently pulled his head back, lightly kissed my mouth, then slowly and seductively worked his way down my neck. His hot breath and moist lips sent shock waves through my body and straight to my loins.
Brandon whispered, “You are so incredibly sexy. I have never wanted a woman the way I want you now.”
His words were hypnotic and I was filled with an intense longing that was begging for him to take me right there at the Pont des Arts. I kicked off my shoes and climbed onto him, wrapping my legs around his waist.
A couple walked past us arm-in-arm and another stopped thirty yards from us to take in the view. Damn.
I was back to reality and exacerbated at my turn in fortune. I hopped down from my perch around Brandon's waist and bent over and picked up my shoes. I then pushed myself up on my toes and gave Brandon a quick kiss on the lips.
As I replaced the shoes on my feet, I glanced up at Brandon and he had that impish grin on his face and twinkle in his eye.
“What?” I asked.
“Let's go back to the hotel.”
Chapter Thirteen
Brandon and I practically fell into our hotel room...
I had mounted him as soon as we reached our door and the hallway was clear of any other guests. He ravaged my mouth with deep, erotic kisses. He dug the room card out of his pocket and opened the door with his right hand as he held his left under my ass.
I traced butterfly kisses along his neck as he pushed the door to our room open. He placed his right arm back under my bottom and resumed kissing my mouth. He penetrated deep with his tongue. I could feel his erection pressing up toward me.
Brandon and I practically fell into our hotel room. We were spinning out of control with hot desire. Brandon moved the door shut with his foot. He carried me to the bed and placed me on top.
I noticed that he had room service turn down the bed while we had been out. I smiled. Brandon had been thinking ahead. He knew I was a germaphobe and how I felt about
being on top of hotel comforters – even five-star hotel comforters.
I removed my silk scarf-as-a-blouse and skirt while Brandon undressed. We were both burning for each other. I knew it was taking all of my will power to contain my sexual urges on the cab ride back to the hotel. We were both too excited to participate in the foreplay of undressing.
I was wearing Brandon's favorite black lace bra and panties. He had on his black briefs. He was so hard that it looked like his cock would burst through the cotton. Brandon moved to a small bag that was on the table.
I couldn't read what the store's name meant, but I could tell from the bag that it was something sexy. I was curious what Brandon had purchased. He must have ducked out after his workout before I returned to the hotel earlier in the evening.
He pulled out a black lace blindfold. It matched my bra and panties. He also had a pair of black lace fingerless gloves.
He moved back toward the bed and put the blindfold over my eyes. He then gently lifted my left hand and slid one glove on. He repeated that on my right hand. The lace felt sexy against my skin.
“A little erotic touch tonight?” I purred.
“I thought this was sexier than one of my neckties.”
“The lace feels very sexy.”
“It looks sexy. You are off the charts sexy.”
I heard the familiar sound of a condom package being torn open. Moments later I felt Brandon over me. His hot breath coursing up my legs as he applied gentle kisses to my skin. When he reached my panties he trailed his mouth across the front and kissed the area covering my sex.
He moved up my stomach with a series of light kisses that sent tremors through my entire body. When he reached my chest he kissed lightly around my lace covered fleshy mounds. I squealed with erotic delight as Brandon's teeth took both lace and my swollen bud between them.
Brandon's hand moved around my back. He arched me upward and unclasped my bra. As he removed the thin lace that separated the flesh of my bosom from his bare touch, my excitement grew. As I rested back onto the mattress, Brandon's supple and moist lips kissed and sucked on my aroused nipples.
My body was quickly losing control. With the blindfold on I couldn't see a thing. But I felt everything. The sense of touch erotically heightened.
Brandon glided his right hand down my side. I tingled from his touch. I felt his fingers loop under my panties and then he slid them off. His digit caressed around my sex.
He lifted back my folds and slid two of his digits inside. He encircled and pressed my clit. His fingers worked further into the silky and moist depths of my sex. He added a third digit. He rapidly moved his long, hard fingers.
I thrust my hips upward in concert with his rapid movement. My pussy was dripping wet and I was rapidly escalating toward climax. While he masterfully maneuvered his digits inside of me, Brandon continued to massage my tits with his mouth. Brandon brought me to the peak and my release was dizzying.
After I came, Brandon withdrew his fingers from inside. He tenderly kissed my chest and stomach as I continued to drift back from my orgasm. When I had regained equilibrium, Brandon pulled me further up on the bed. He spread my legs and I could feel his hips move in between.
My core was hot with desire for his cock. Brandon took my right hand and moved it onto his throbbing manhood. I grabbed hold and slid my lace-covered palm along his hard shaft. Brandon moaned with delight.
He gently removed my hand. I could feel the latex of the condom make contact with my slit. With one quick thrust Brandon plunged into me.
“Oh, Yes!” I screamed with delight.
Brandon held my wrists against the bed. His body pressed on top of mine. His rock hard pecs against my heaving breasts.
“Fuck me harder, baby. Oh, Brandon, Brandon, Brandon!” I followed it with a string of “Yes, Yes, Yes!” as Brandon pushed hard and fast into the deep recesses of my sex. I was filled, stretched, and pleasured. It was Fourth of July and New Year's Eve fireworks all rolled into one.
I was breathing so hard I thought I was going to pass out. As Brandon thrust harder he brought me higher and higher. It would take me a week to come down from where he was sending me. I was certain that my moans could be heard all the way atop the Eiffel Tower.
We were getting close. We were both building to the summit of sexual ecstasy. I had been right, once again we were going to Shangri-La. We both cried out in release as we came. It was the most intense orgasm of my life.
Brandon pulled out and collapsed next to me on the bed. I heard his breathing next to my ear. I could feel my breasts moving up and down with each deep breath that I took. I couldn't believe how great the sex just was. Brandon and I were reaching dizzying heights of sexual pleasure.
“Wow!” was all that I could say after I caught my breath.
“Ashley, you are all I will ever need. I love you more than ever.”
I removed the blindfold and looked deep into his gorgeous blue eyes. They sparkled like the Mediterranean. More than that, they revealed a deep love. There was no doubt that Brandon Mitchell loved me. I could trust that I was all that he would ever need.
Chapter Fourteen
We enjoyed breakfast out on the patio with our view of the Eiffel Tower. It was going to be our first stop on day one of our Paris tour. We'd have lunch in a lovely cafe and then take in the Louvre. We would round out our day with dinner and a cruise along the Seine.
“I think I pulled a muscle last night,” Brandon said as he sat at the patio table after tipping the room service waiter.
“Well, you did go at it pretty hard.”
“I like pushing the limits of our bodies.”
“It is thrilling,” I said with a smile.
A gentle breeze moved across the patio. It was a lovely autumn morning. The sky was clear and it would be a relatively warm day. Perfect for sight seeing.
“I am glad we took this little vacation,” said Brandon as he added fresh jam to his toast.
“Me too. It has been good for us.”
“This is what I want life to be for us all the time. Not a permanent vacation, but I want the way we feel toward each other, the way we are with each other, to always be like this,” Brandon said, his voice earnest.
“If we want it to be, I see no reason that it can't be like this.”
“I just want you to know how committed I am to that. How committed I am to you. Ashley, I never thought I would truly love a woman. To be in love with a woman. Let alone feel the deep love that I do for you.”
“I know. I saw it in your eyes last night.”
“Window to the soul?”
“Something like that.” I looked over at the Eiffel Tower. “Is it scary at the top?”
“You're not afraid of heights. So, no. It won't bother you. The view is spectacular. Also, very romantic. Great place to share a kiss.”
“I'll keep that in mind.”
“Please do.”
We finished breakfast, showered, and dressed. We paused for a few minutes in the lobby to play with Fa-ron.
“Maybe we should get you a cat,” I said to Brandon.
“Not if I have to clean the litter box.”
“It's not that bad.”
“I could have my my maid do it.”
“Do rich people always pay others to do the things they don't want to do themselves.”
“Probably.”
“I think it would be good for you to do it yourself. And feed kitty, bathe kitty, and take kitty to the vets.”
“Wait a second. When did I actually agree to getting a cat?”
“Just musing out loud.”
“I like this cat. But I can play with him and someone else is responsible for feeding and everything else. I'm not ready for that level of responsibility with a pet.”
“Cats are pretty low maintenance.”
“Still. Not ready.”
I shrugged. I still thought a pet would be good for Brandon, but I wasn't going to push the issue any further at the moment
. We had Paris to see. We grabbed a cab and began our day.
The view from the Eiffel Tower was spectacular. It was romantic. It was also a great place to share a kiss. Or several.
The concierge at the hotel recommended a wonderful little cafe for lunch. It was off the beaten path and filled with neighborhood residents rather than tourists. It was perfect.
We only saw a fraction of the Louvre. We made plans to come back and see more on our next trip to France. The Mona Lisa was breath taking. I didn't realize how much it would move me.
We ate dinner at a restaurant along the Seine and then took an evening river cruise. It was magical. It was reminiscent of the carriage ride Brandon and I had taken through Central Park. We sat close and snuggled and took in the City of Lights as we cruised along the Seine. We noted the sites along the river tour that we wanted to visit the next day.
After the river cruise, we walked back along the Seine arm-in-arm. As we reached the Pont des Arts bride, Brandon took me by the hand and led me onto the footbridge. The fence of the bridge had many locks on it.
Pont des Arts had long been known as the “Lover's Bridge.” It was said that if you shared a kiss on the bridge that your love would last forever. A new tradition had been added to that. Now couples left a lock on the fence of the bridge with a love note before tossing the key into the Seine. The act was supposed to seal a couple's love forever.
Brandon removed a lock from his jacket pocket along with a note card and pen. He scrolled his love for me on the card. He handed it to me. I wrote my love for him. We attached the note and lock to the fence. Brandon tossed the key into the Seine.
“I love you,” he said.
“I love you.”
“I don't want to take any chances,” he said as he took me into his arms.
He kissed me. We shared our most sensual kiss on that bridge. A kiss to seal forever.
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The end of Seduce Me Forever
Thank you for reading Seduce Me Forever and the Seduce Me series. Please consider leaving a review. xoxo – E.J.
