by Villano, Mia
My girl. Your eyes are on me. I need you as soon as this plane lands.
You better lose your sidekick.
I have a plan.
I’m sure you do. I’m dripping wet and I need nothing more than to sit on your face.
I’m going to fuck you senseless.
With clothes or without?
Funny. I’m getting naked.
U better
My God, what this man did to me was insane. I could come from a text alone. The thought of what he did to me had me throbbing. I wanted him so badly at the moment. We had to be secretive for a while. No one suspected that we were sleeping together, and I wanted to keep it that way.
The sky was an exquisite blend of pink and grey clouds as we landed at Charles de Gaulle Airport. I could see the Eiffel Tower in the distance as we approached. The excitement was overwhelming. I took a picture to send to my parents, though they have traveled to Italy several times. I have been to Paris once but had flown in to Rome and took the train to France. This was unbelievable. It looked so small from where I was.
Once we were landed and our bags were retrieved, it was becoming late and everyone wanted to sleep. We had a big day ahead of us with all day meetings. We were driven to the hotel by several cars. I, of course, rode over with the Attaché and we went over what was going to be needed in the meeting the next day. He was going to his room and ordering room service, and I said I was doing the same. My room service would be a little different from his.
Stepping through the revolving doors of the magnificent Hotel Ritz Paris, I was awestruck at its beauty. The lobby itself was breathtaking with crystal chandeliers, flowers everywhere, and gold ornate furniture.
Once in this beautiful hotel, I checked in and took the elevator up. The room was magical and astounded me. The huge Louis XV king size bed was in the center of the room draped in heavy curtains behind it. A crystal chandelier hung over the bed with two chairs at the foot. The fireplace was lit and a chaise lounge was in front of that. This room was something out of a fairytale and the minute I walked in, I had to take a picture and send it to Avery and my family. I walked into the bathroom to find it was as elaborate. Outlined in gold, the shower and bathtub were old-fashioned but huge and elegant. It wasn’t but a few minutes later Fabrice was calling me.
“I’m coming over.” His voice was husky and he sounded anxious.
“I’m waiting. Are you sure this is my room?”
“Why do you ask that?”
“It’s huge and beautiful. Shouldn’t I be bunking up with Elizabeth?”
“That is your room, Isabella. I requested that one for you. It seems to suit you. Enjoy it.”
“I will be in the shower, and I will leave the door opened a crack, so hurry.”
“I need you.”
I quickly stripped off my clothes, stepped into the shower, and turned the water on super-hot. The steam and the heat were exhilarating, along with the idea that Fabrice would be joining me soon. I was starved for him and his touch.
I heard the door open and then the bathroom door opened. The doors of the shower were glass and the sight of him standing there almost brought me to my knees. I opened it a crack to get a good look at him. He had on his white dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up, his black pants, no tie and his leather suspenders. It was too much. We said nothing to each other. I stood there as the hot water washed over me. He quickly undressed and stepped inside with me. At once he had me in his arms.
“Hi.” I smiled at him as his mouth took mine before he answered. After he kissed me, he spoke.
“It was killing me. I wanted to touch you all day and I could not. It drove me near insanity.”
The ache between my legs was turning to a pain wanting him. Fabrice took a long deep breath and ran his hands through my wet hair. I floated into euphoria, closing my eyes as he expertly washed my hair. He tilted my head at an angle and devoured my mouth with a passion so strong I struggled to breathe. Every nerve inside me was on fire and pulsating with his warm wet body pressed against mine. I melted into him as he continued to kiss me.
His hands caressed me. He knelt down in the shower and let them follow my thighs, calves, and feet, soaping me up and rinsing me.
“Thank you,” he moaned in my mouth, once he stood up again.
“For what?” I asked.
“For allowing me to touch you. For wanting to touch me even though I’m damaged.” His eyes were closed as he continued to touch me and kiss me. I let my hands roam across his body. The muscles in his chest were hard. My hand went for his hardened cock. It was wet, warm, and thick. My chest heaved and my heartbeat raced.
“You are not damaged, Fabrice. Don’t say that. To me you are perfect. I wouldn’t want you any other way.”
Fabrice's blue eyes penetrated me as he stared.
“My Isabella. I intend on making love to you all night.”
“You better.” I gripped him harder and started to jack him off. He was thick and hard in my hand. I stroked his cock, listening to his breathing get heavier and feeling my breasts swell pressed up against him.
“Not in here. In the bed,” he groaned.
“Then let's go to the bed.”
“I’m not done washing you yet. Patience, Isabella.”
Fabrice grabbed the soap and let the wet soapy bar cover me with his hands. The feeling of warm soapy bubbles and his hands were everywhere on me. His muscles in his arms and chest strained as he touched me. He stroked his soapy fingers through my cunt covering each inch. His touch and the pleasure it caused hardened my nipples and made my knees weak. He sensed this and his hands expertly went to my breasts as he cupped both of them. I arched my back and pushed my ass into him. I turned my head and he devoured my mouth as if he was starved. The warm water, steam, and sensual smell of the soap took over my senses.
“Fabrice, I have ached for you all day. Its torture not being able to touch you.”
“I know, Isabella. It’s torture for me. You like this?” He continued to run soapy hands across my clit.
“Take me to bed.”
My body was so turned on, the thought of walking to the bed was too much. Fabrice soaped up his body quickly and rinsed off. My head was in a cloud and all I wanted was him inside me.
Once we stepped out and dried off, his passion was incredible. The constant kissing and touching went on for quite some time. I had never been with someone that wanted to kiss so much and not just my lips, but all of me. Once he pulled me on the bed, I wanted him in my mouth. His was hard and irresistible. I kissed my way down his body. He seemed to enjoy it and sat up against the headboard to watch.
“Isabella, what are you doing to me?” He whispered my name again in his accent.
My lips enveloped the crown of his cock. He reached for my hair and pulled it lightly. I sucked ever so gently as I put both my hands on his hips. His scent was even in his most private parts. It made me moan as I kept sucking him. He lay there and watched, unwilling to fight me over it. I looked up in his eyes one last time before I devoured him with loving force.
“Suck it, Isabella.”
Not yet. I wanted to tease him. I was so turned on I couldn’t get enough. I let my tongue lick up and down as he quivered and I tasted the drop of precum I loved. This made me even hotter as I sucked on him with a rhythm we were both in tune with. I wanted to taste more. My fingertips touched his balls lightly as he growled in desperation.
“Oh, Isabella. Don’t stop. It feels so….fuck!”
When I thought he would come I stopped to make the anticipation last longer. I could have sucked him all night. I loved listening to him moan my name. His grip on my hair became stronger as I began to rub the head of his cock against my wet lips sucking. My fingertips caressed his thighs as I once again greedily sucked on him. He pulled me up and brought my face up to his. My lips were swollen and deep red. His eyes seemed dilated with lust.
“Stop now so I can come inside you.” I loved the sound of that.
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br /> I sat up and he pushed me on the bed kissing me. His tongue dipped into my mouth over and over as I sucked on it. He held my hands up over my head and slipped into my drenched cunt. I felt every ridge as he took his time entering and stroking me. He kept this up as he continued to kiss me. In between the kisses, he talked dirty, telling me how wet I was, how he smelled the sex, and how perfect he fit inside me. It was the most overwhelming sensation, so intimate, so sexual.
He loomed over top of me, his scruff rubbing my cheek and his warm body taking over mine.
“You have wanted this all day?” My breath hitched in my chest. I pushed my hands through his hair when he let go of my arms. I looked into his eyes and caressed his face.
“Yes, Fabrice.” I squeezed his hips tight between my thighs as he pumped me. I was so close to him when he was on top of me, naked, making love to me. In his arms was where I was safe and comfortable.
“Oh God!” Holding himself up, he threw his head back. My hands roamed across his sweat covered body. I looked at his face, flushed with arousal. All his muscles were tense against me.
He came, pumping me with his warm semen all over me and in me. The entire time he came he stared down at me. We were so close, closer than I had been with anyone. While he was still inside me, I pushed him back and I rolled on top of him. The wetness and knowing it was his spurred me to rub back and forth on him. He let me lose myself, hitting the perfect spot that rubbed against my clit. I held onto him as I moaned. The orgasm ripped through me forcefully.
That went on most of the evening until we took a break and ordered room service. When the food came I was starved. Thankfully, I was able to order and read a menu in English. Since it was so late, I was in the mood for an omelet. I ordered a cheese and tomato, and Fabrice ordered a smoked salmon omelet. We also requested a fresh fruit salad and crème brulee with bourbon vanilla. Once we ate and were full, I fell asleep in his arms until the wee hours of the morning. He snuck off to his room, and I dressed to start our day.
Because I was not familiar with the weather in Paris, I chose a short, black dress with a blazer. I hurriedly put it up my hair in a loose bun, added some simple makeup, and threw on my heels. Paris look out.
The morning, foggy air of Paris made my eyes water. I didn’t care. I was in Paris. Whatever the weather was, it was perfect. I reached the meeting lugging the Attaché’s things with me. As soon as I caught Fabrice's eye, heat enveloped my body. His lips, still swollen from our all-night love fest, were mouthwatering. He looked awake, refreshed, and edible. I dropped my bags on the floor next to my chair waiting for instructions from the Attaché. He was talking to some other men and didn’t notice that I was even there. Elizabeth sat super close to Fabrice and looked at me like “ha ha.” One of the men from Germany seemed to be interested in doting over me. He came right over and offered me a cup of coffee. I happily obliged.
“Thank you.” I smiled up at this handsome man. He was dressed in his military uniform loaded with metals. He stood beside me and I noticed he was tall and muscular.
“Can I get you a pastry? The chocolate croissant is to die for.” He said this with a smile and an accent. These men and their accents.
“No, thank you. Coffee is fine.”
“Very well, Miss?”
“Piori, I work for the French Attaché in Washington, D.C.”
“Very nice to meet such a beautiful American woman,” he laughed. Fabrice’s eyes locked on mine.
My cell phone went off and I knew who it was.
Get rid of him or I will.
Jealous?
He’s 2 friendly.
I’m all yours.
Tonight you go with me to the Eiffel.
Sounds good.
The meeting was long with hours of talking, debating, and phone calls. Finally, four hours later it was finished. I was exhausted from no sleep the night before and I wanted to be alone with Fabrice. The Attaché was moody and annoyed. He wanted the meeting to keep going since nothing was resolved over the ISIS crisis.
“Are you okay?” I asked as we walked out.
“Not happy with the outcome of this meeting. I wanted more done.”
I nodded my head and he walked off in the other direction. When he got like this the best thing I could do was leave him alone. I found that out the first week I went to work for him.
He turned back and called my name.
“Isabella?”
“Yes.”
“What time tomorrow?”
I took out my phone and pulled up my notes.
“Tomorrow we have a noon meeting.”
“Thank you. Enjoy the city the rest of the day.”
“Thank you, I will.” If he only knew how much I would enjoy the city.
It wasn’t two minutes later, while I was looking for Fabrice, that Elizabeth came up to me.
“Isabella, want to grab some lunch and a glass of wine? It seems we have nothing to do till noon tomorrow. Maybe we could explore Paris for a while.”
No, I wasn’t going to explore the city, but yes, lunch sounded good. I had other things to explore later.
“Elizabeth, that sounds great, I’m starved. But after lunch I’m heading back to my room for some rest. I’m beat. I’m going to take a nap, and if I’m better after I get up I will text you.” I had no intentions on texting her. My phone buzzed again.
Where r u?
Elizabeth cornered me for lunch. Give me an hour.
Meet me in my room.
Oh I will.
“Was that the Attache? He looks mean,” asked Elizabeth as we headed outside into the warm Paris air.
“Yes, he was double-checking on when we leave.” I lied. We walked a block until we ran into a perfect outside café that was not too crowded and looked like what you would see in the movies. The red umbrellas over each glass top table, the soft sound of Parisian music, and the smell of food make me want to devour a loaf of French crusty bread and a pound of cheese.
“Bonjour.” I said to the hostess at the front desk. As a hostess at my parent’s restaurant and I hated when someone came in with an attitude or didn’t greet me. I made sure, especially in Paris, that I offered a friendly greeting.
“Bonjour.”
“Deux?”
“Oui.”
The hostess smiled and led us to a table.
The waiter was quick to arrive and handsome. He had a head of curly dark hair, dark brown eyes, and a slender build.
“Parlez-vous anglais?” I asked. My high school French class made sure to teach us important things we needed if we visited Paris. Thankfully, I never forgot. He smiled at me as Elizabeth sat there and let me take over. Obviously she has not been to Paris before.
“Oui, Madame.” He held up his fingers to show the universal sign for a little bit.
“Elizabeth, any preference on the wine?”
“No, anything.”
We settled in and I ordered two glasses of wine and various cheeses and bread. I didn’t want to try anything else without Fabrice to help me order.
“So, how is working for the Attache?” she asked shoveling bread into her mouth. I noticed she was quite pretty now that she made herself up. Stick thin, she resembled that type that could eat whatever she wanted and not gain an ounce. I noticed Elizabeth was dressing better than the first day she came into the office. She had on a short tight skirt, makeup, and heels. A big difference from when she walked into Fabrice’s office on the first day.
“It’s fine. I’m learning a lot and he isn’t as bad as he looks.”
“Well, I love my job. I’m so thankful to be working for Fabrice. He is a dream. Isn’t he the most gorgeous man you have laid eyes on?”
This was going to be a long hour with her. I wanted to change the subject fast.
“Yes, he is quite handsome.”
“He may have a thing for me.”
I almost spit out my wine.
“Really?”
“I might be naïve. I don’t kn
ow the way he looks at me leads me to believe he likes me.” She had half the cheese tray scarfed down as I ate just enough for my stomach not to growl. I didn’t want be bloated when I was with Fabrice later.
“What does he do?” I had to hear this.
“He laughs a lot and smiles at me all the time. We just have this connection. I feel comfortable working with him. He is never mean to me and always offers me his amazing coffee. I work for him, but who cares? I’m his assistant. I’m sure it wouldn’t be the first time an assistant slept with her boss.”
“It’s not a good idea to mix business with pleasure,” I said, as I tried to gulp my wine and get out of there. Was she serious?
“I know, but come on, he’s French. He has to be amazing in bed.” I needed to hurry so I could enjoy how amazing he was.
I tried to change the subject by talking about the people walking by, the weather, or how wonderful it was to be in Paris. It worked for a while and by the time she started crowing about Fabrice again, I told her I needed to get going.
“Okay. I’m going to search for some cute Parisian men, or try to entice the Ambassador to join me in my room.”
“Sounds wonderful. Leave Fabrice alone. Nothing good can come of it.” I laughed as if I was serious.
The air in Paris was perfect with a light breeze and the sun shining in a cloudless sky. I said goodbye to Elizabeth and walked the two blocks to my hotel. I breathed in the smells of the city and basked in the romance it oozed. I passed a bakery and the smell of freshly made bread and sweets enticed me.
The combination of butter, cinnamon, and vanilla whiffed through the air, drawing me into the bakery and making me hungry again.
The case in the front was filled with cakes, cookies, and candy that resembled a piece of artwork, including some pastries I recognized like the macaroons, which I loved.
