by Noelle Mack
He reappeared, looking like a personal trainer—a naked personal trainer—carrying a short stack of dry towels, with two twisted wet towels balanced on top, and a twisted washcloth.
Without ceremony, he sat down next to her and mopped her muff. Odette laughed with pleasure. The hot, wet towel felt incredibly good and she hadn’t even been fucked yet.
He grabbed her ankles and did her rear end as if she was a baby. Then he whipped a dry towel under her before he set her back down. Odette took the wet one and cleaned the finger that had gone where no woman dared to go before. Not that he wasn’t clean to begin with there.
He blushed and she really laughed, handing him the towel to roll up in a dry one. “Got you, chéri.”
“I got you back,” he muttered. “So hah.” He took the wet washcloth and patted the sex sweat and the last traces of her make-up from her face, taking his time. “Think you could get used to being babied?”
“Ah, it is delicious. Now what?” She cast a meaningful look at his erection, which showed no signs of going down.
He pushed all the towels onto the floor. “I hope you have a housekeeper.”
“I do.”
He stood up and bent down again in a second to scoop Odette up into his arms. “I hope she doesn’t like to get an early start. What the hell time is it, anyway?”
“Around three, I think.” She squinted at an antique clock. “That clock is never right.”
“The night is young.” He kissed her on the nose and she kicked her feet. “To the bedroom.”
Odette got busy kissing his shoulders and his chest, loving the feeling of being cradled in such strong arms. He carried her as if she weighed nothing. It was a good thing the hallway was long. She didn’t kick, avoiding the paintings on the walls. A few were flea market finds, a few were worth a great deal. She treasured them all.
He didn’t even look at them, just stopped at the open door of her bedroom before entering, and setting her down as if he were Prince Charming himself.
That is, if Prince Charming had been crossed with a handsome young satyr with a massive, swaying erection.
Odette stretched languorously on her bed, inviting him with her body to join her there.
In another moment, he did. Bryan didn’t hold back, pressing the length of his body to hers, kissing her wildly.
His strength was more evident in this more natural position, where he could move as he wished.
One muscular thigh forced hers to open and his cock pushed urgently against the softness of her belly. The come he’d held back leaked a little from the head, smearing sensual heat into her skin and sticking them together for a little while in a place or two.
Her tousled hair got into her mouth, and his big hands pushed it away. For a moment, he was gentle, looking down at her, about to kiss her but somehow not ready.
His gaze was serious and highly intelligent. Odette thought with wonder and a measure of fear that she could very well love him.
Not now. Not yet. But the thought made her mind spin. In another minute, he would enter her body…and she knew that the connection would be more than sexual.
Sex with him was fantastic, would be even more erotic and intense face to face, but it would not be as strong as the emotions which assailed her when she looked into his eyes.
Was she alone in feeling as she did? She did not know Bryan well enough to read him accurately, if at all.
For another long moment, they looked at each as warily as animals. Then his passion dissolved his reserve, and he claimed her mouth in a hard, bruising kiss.
“Condoms in the drawer,” she said breathlessly when he finally let her go. He’d thrust wildly into her belly while he’d kissed her. She wasn’t going to go without that.
Bryan rose, yanked open the drawer of another Victorian table set beside the bed, and rip-roll-slide, sheathed himself just like that. Covered in latex, his cock got stiffer, the thick base pumped from the tighter ring at the bottom of the condom.
How excellent that extra thickness would feel when he was all the way inside her, Odette thought dreamily. She loved the satisfying feeling of her labia stretching to accommodate a well-endowed man who filled her completely.
“On all fours,” he said. “I want to get deep.”
Odette made a murmur of protest—she’d wanted to see his face—then rolled over and got on hands and knees. A hard fucking from behind was something she adored.
Her own face buried in the pillows. Sexually anonymous and taking every inch of a man she could not see—ah, yes. They could begin that way.
“Wait a minute.” He got up from the bed.
Odette looked around, staying in position.
“I want to see your face,” he said, surprising her. “We can put a mirror here—” he lifted a medium-sized one right off the wall and positioned it on the table by the bed—“and you can see me behind you and I can see you. Okay?”
“You have done it,” she said, pleased. “Of course it is okay.”
She turned on the bed so that her face could be seen in the mirror.
“Yeah,” he growled, bending his body over hers. He bit at her hair and tugged it, then nipped her ear.
Odette winced with pleasure.
“I love to see you react. Missed that with my head where it was.”
“Couldn’t be helped,” she gasped. His teeth now held a hank of her hair.
Bryan let go. His eyes on her face, supporting the weight of his body on one hand, he reached under with the other and began to slap her tits gently. They swayed and bounced into each other.
The sheathed cock lying along her spine twitched and throbbed.
He got to work on her nipples next, tugging at them, pulling them into hard points. Then he circled his palm over the hot tips.
“Ahh,” Odette moaned. “Put your weight on me. Use both hands.”
“You sure?” he asked into her sensitive ear.
“Yes. I can take it. I love rough play on my nipples. I love you dominant like this.”
She closed her eyes as she felt the coiling pressure of his body shift. He was only slightly heavier and she realized he was still holding himself up by tensing the massive muscles in his thighs.
But now he had both hands free and her breasts craved his touch.
The firm flesh filled his palms and he squeezed softly, cupping and caressing as he nipped and kissed her neck.
She felt utterly wanton, a she-animal ready to cede control to a male in a wild mood. She let her head drop a little lower and her hair slid off her nape, baring it for his love bites.
Feeling the hot cock rubbing on her back was sweet torture. The second he positioned himself to take her pussy she would not breathe.
Bryan slid back several inches, letting go of her breasts after several final slaps.
She lifted her head but she couldn’t see him in the mirror. He was directly behind her, crouching down—and then his tongue slid into her pussy. His hands spread her buttocks so he could go extremely deep with every thrust.
Soft and searching, his tongue prepared her for the cock she craved. Bryan stopped for a moment to let go of her behind and spread her labia completely apart.
Odette glimpsed herself through her tumbled hair. Her open mouth moaned with anticipation, as pink inside as the pussy he studied. Then she saw him rise behind her.
Her eyes widened when she felt the round, very firm head of his cock settle between the swollen folds of her most intimate flesh.
Bryan pushed the head just inside. “Don’t move,” he said. “Not one inch. Just hold me and wait.”
Her whole body was trembling but she stilled when his big hands caressed her back with long, soothing strokes.
“You’ll get what you want,” he said softly. “All of it. So deep you won’t want to move.”
He inadvertently gave her the next half-inch, just under the head, when he moved forward to gather up her hair.
“Now you can see. We can both see.”
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She kept her eyes fixed on his reflection. His expression was taut with hot desire and the effort of self-restraint. Greedy for what he’d been giving her, she hadn’t given much thought to how he’d managed to wait this long.
One hand held her hip, one hand clasped her hair. His dark eyes were shadowed with lust. Very naked, very male lust.
He dragged her back to take his first, mighty thrust and Odette cried out with erotic joy, pinned to his body by his huge cock. His balls were almost too tight to sway against her. She pressed her thighs together, trying to feel them.
Ahh. There they were, a comforting, hard-soft roundness at the base of his cock. Primed to pump out scalding-hot come that would fill the condom’s tip.
Odette wriggled blissfully against his balls, forgetting about the mirror for a moment. But only for a moment. She looked into it to see him looking down at her squirming behind.
Bryan’s face was drawn into hard lines, but his lips were slightly parted as he watched her succulent cheeks jiggle and push into his groin.
Her mouth opened in an O as he raised his hand above them. Down it came and she took the stinging slap, crying out. “Oh! More!”
Bryan kept his cock inside her, not thrusting, but obviously relishing the pussy reaction to the spanking he was administering. His capable hand left sensations she could feel but not see as he reddened her ass for her.
The pleasure of spanking combined with deep, motionless penetration brought a heady rush of scarlet to her cheeks as well. And having her hair held—he controlled her whole body but only to give her the most outrageous pleasure.
Her eyes glowed with shamelessness as she took the bare-bottom discipline she so much enjoyed, marveling that she had never even asked for it.
He stopped. She looked at his face in the mirror. His eyes were closed and he was swaying slightly, overcome by the power of his own desire.
“More?” she asked in a tiny voice.
“No.” He opened his eyes and met her gaze. “I can’t take it. I’ll shoot my wad in another second if I don’t stop.”
He took several deep breaths and she held perfectly still on all fours.
Bryan twined his fingers more tightly in her hair, and began to thrust at last. He was so long he had to be careful, but she maneuvered herself to accommodate him.
He got wild, letting go of her hair and grabbing her hips, dragging her back for every rock forward. Her breasts bounced just from that. The sight made him wilder.
At last he stopped again, gasping, still inside her.
She arched her back in a catlike way, and he covered the curve with his body, then pulled her up with one mighty arm.
Mon Dieu. That endless cock stayed in.
“Touch yourself,” he growled into her ear. His strong fingers spread out across her belly to hold her up and in place.
She finger-flicked her clit, loving that she could see his huge balls in the mirror and his thighs, classic columns of pure muscle to either side of them.
Naked, he was heroic. His hair was as messy as hers but might well have belonged to a god of long ago, spilling over his shoulders and mingling with hers.
Both hands moved up over his breasts and he pulled her upper body back hard against.
“Pull on your clit,” he murmured. “Make it feel good.”
His cock thrust up so far inside that she felt completely secure. With slow, steady movements, she brought herself to the verge of orgasm.
And Bryan knew it instinctively.
“Go for it,” he murmured, his voice raw with desire. “I can see your face when you come…and your whole body…be inside you…please, Odette…”
“Ahh,” she moaned, closer still.
“Do it for me,” he whispered.
Something about the tenderness in his voice melted her last shred of resistance. She climaxed in his arms, sobbing with pleasure, knowing that he saw every second of her release. He held her only a little longer, then let her down gently to the bed.
Bryan topped her then, smoothing her hair back with careful hands, kissing her eyelids. She didn’t need to see him—he was as close to her as her own soul at that moment.
Again he entered and she could tell from the extraordinary tenseness of his body that he was within seconds of a long-delayed orgasm. Delayed for her.
He thrust deeply, again and again, making a sound that had gone beyond a growl to a roar. He didn’t quit, couldn’t quit. At the penultimate moment, only the condom kept his explosive release contained. He reached down to hold it on, circling the rim and squeezing as he moaned in joyful agony.
She wished dreamily that they wouldn’t need it some day, a falling-through-time kind of dream that she wasn’t about to share. Odette stroked his shuddering back until his breaths came steadily, then ran her fingers through his hair.
“That was crazy,” he whispered, “in the most beautiful way. Do you know what I mean, Odette?”
“I think so,” she murmured. She didn’t want to let go of him. Ever.
3
T hey cuddled blissfully until awakened by the singing of birds.
“Tell those damn birds to shut the hell up,” Bryan said drowsily. “I don’t know the French for it.”
Nestled against his side, Odette smiled as best she could with her face pressed against the silky-soft skin over his ribs. The rise and fall of his chest as he breathed in his sleep had put her to sleep soon after he’d collapsed onto the bed, rolling off her but not before giving her extravagant, somewhat incoherent compliments on her beauty and sexuality and so forth. She’d understood, listening as she unsnapped her garters, unrolled her stocking and flung them into a corner.
She was surprised they’d stayed on so long.
“I’ll make some coffee,” she whispered, rising from the bed and heading for the kitchen.
She put the kettle on and spooned Ethiopian coffee into the press. It wouldn’t be wasted on him. If all they had together were a few days, he still deserved the best.
Odette hummed as she planned a light breakfast, amused by being so domestic. She wasn’t as a rule.
Of course living in Paris made it easy to pass oneself off as a great cook. She texted an order to the local gourmet grocery, and the bakery, and voilà, half an hour later, both orders were outside her door, delivered by the silent assistant to the concierge.
She arranged the brioche, jam, and fruit on her best plate, and maneuvered it onto a tray with the coffee press, cream, sugar, and cups. Then she hoisted the tray and headed back to her bedroom.
Bryan was sprawled across most of the bed, the sheet pulled halfway up his chest, a hand over his heart, his arm flung backward over the pillow his head rested on. He looked like he was dancing through a dream.
She would never know, because she wouldn’t ask. Dreams seemed too intimate to share. And the waking ones were simply foolish.
Odette could not shake her lingering one about never letting him go. He was heading back to the U.S., he had a life there that she knew nothing about, and they would not be together.
Which made a morning like this that much sweeter.
Bryan stirred in his sleep, and she touched him gently.
“Wake up,” she said. Odette didn’t know if he had to be anywhere but she did. The day after a launch show was usually crowded with calls and appointments and fashion buyers.
She could only dodge her responsibilities for so long. Marc would leave her alone and make excuses, but Lucie would take a taxi and bang on the door of her apartment eventually.
“Mmm,” he mumbled. “Do I smell coffee?”
“You do.”
“Okay.”
He opened his eyes and gave her a sleepy look that held warm passion.
Odette told herself that it was to be expected. Sex like that was uncommon—they had sparked a veritable fire in each other. But it was only sex, when all was said and done.
She poured out a cup of coffee and put it on the table by the bed.
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nbsp; Bryan yawned—a big, body-stretching, lionesque yawn. She remembered his roars and smiled, patting the dark fur on his chest. He turned his head to look at the cup, then at her.
“Thanks.”
He sat up, running a hand through hair that spiked every which way. She poured a cup for herself and looked at him, laughing between sips.
“I look that bad, huh?”
“You are adorable.”
He pondered the word. “As a red-blooded American male, I don’t think the word adorable can be used to describe me.”
She gave a very French shrug. “Then make up your own compliment.”
“I look rugged. I look sexy. I look like Brad Pitt.”
Odette made a polite little grimace. “He is very pretty, but he will always look like a boy. I don’t think you ever did.”
Bryan smirked, putting a liberal dose of cream and sugar into his coffee. “Okay, now you’re talking.” He tossed the coffee down and held out his cup. “More, please.”
Odette poured him another.
“You, however, are adorable. And sensual. And gorgeous. I could be in love. I feel really different.” He studied her.
Odette nearly choked. Not that word. Every time she’d heard it from a man, something awful happened. They turned out to be actually in love with someone else. Or they hadn’t been in love at all.
It was a very powerful word and ought to be kept locked up in a vault, as far as she was concerned.
“We hardly know each other,” she said after a while. “But it is true—there are feelings—” She met his gaze with a calm look. “They are hard to define,” she said.
Bryan looked disappointed. “Guess I shouldn’t rush you.”
“Not when you are leaving France in two days.”
“Oh, right. Forgot about that. You could make me forget a lot of things, Odette.”
“Pah.” She waved at the tray. “Eat something. Food is better than romance.”
“Is it?” He gave her a disbelieving look.
Odette tore off a piece of fresh brioche, dabbed it with strawberry jam, and put it to his lips. Bryan ate it with a look of dawning bliss.
