by Fifi Flowers
“Evan? Hello!” She poked me in the arm with her free hand, looking up at me with a gleam in her pretty blue eyes. I loved the way she looked at me.
I smiled at her. “I'm sorry bébé.” Pulling her hand up to my lips, I murmured, “Were you saying something?”
“Oui, monsieur,” she answered softly and then blurted, “J'ai faim!”
I laughed at her cry for food and agreed, “Me too. Let's go eat.” Before heading toward a restaurant, I took Melissa in my arms and kissed her deeply. I loved how she moaned when we kissed. She had me so fucking hard, I had to control myself. I wanted to throw her down in the sand and fuck her. I could never get enough; I wanted to be inside of her all the time.
I growled as I pull us apart and picked her up into my arms and carried her to the boardwalk. “You don't have to carry me,” she lightly protested knowing it won’t do her any good.
“You know I love to carry you, bébé.” I kissed her nose, and she giggled. “Let's hurry up and eat so I can take you back to the room, I need more of you.” More giggles escaped Melissa's lips.
I wandered up the beach, heading to the foot-bridge across Pacific Coast Highway that once crossed, would deliver us right into the heart of a variety of dining venues. After we made our way across the sand, Melissa insisted I let her walk, and reluctantly I agreed. Setting her gently in the sand, I took her in my arms for another long kiss. I couldn't help it, I loved having my hands on her, not to mention my cock buried in her. Pushing those thoughts to the back of my mind, I growled, breaking our kiss. Adjusting myself, I wrapped my arm around her waist and we walked on.
Looking at my watch, I realized it was too early for dinner, so I suggested we have a few cocktails at the 700 Suite rooftop lounge at the Shangri-la Hotel while we enjoy the sunset. Melissa had her usual bubbly, and I opted for a nice glass of red wine while we share an appetizer. Looking across the table, I was enchanted by the pretty view. The coastline was picturesque, but the vision of Melissa was better than a million seaside sunsets and I hoped to see at least that many with her. She needed to know that she could never run away from me again, my heart couldn't take it.
“Hey bébé, come sit next to me.” She smiled as she moved from her chair to the sofa and snuggled up next to me. I breathed in all that was Melissa: Her hair, the light scent of her perfume. Her natural scent was erotic, it made me instantly hard. A low deep growl formed in my throat and as I nuzzled her ear, it escaped my lips.
“Someone sounds hungry for something other than food,” Melissa purred. I raised an eyebrow at her and winked. She laughed and nibbled my neck.
I groaned, “You better watch it, or I'll fuck you right here on this table in front of everyone.”
“Mmmm, I think I would like that.” I definitely heard another purr escape her lips.
I placed a naughty little kiss on her mouth and shifted her away from me. I wanted her to see my face, and how serious I was when I told her how I felt about her running away and that it was not to happen again. “Melissa, bébé,” I said in a serious tone, making sure I had her full attention before I continued, “I’m sorry I was so quiet earlier, but I was thinking about your fleeing to California without any word to anyone. You can't do that. Everyone was worried about you.”
“Only you were worried about me,” She lowered her head, searching for the right words to help me understand.
Placing my hand under her chin, I lifted her face, “That's not true, bébé, Jane was worried too.”
Melissa pulled back from me and shook her head, replying, “Only because you contacted her. Otherwise, she wouldn't have known I was gone.”
Why was she arguing with me? I was trying to tell her how important she was to me. I could feel the heat rising on my face as my anger and frustration with this conversation began to affect my tone with her, “Regardless. I knew you were missing, and I didn't like it.”
Sensing a change in my mood she responded in a light voice, “I'm sorry, but Evan you don't understand my life. Besides Jane, and now you, I have no one that cares what I do from day to day. This is new all to me.” I could see she was about to add a comment, but she was hesitant. I waited patiently, and she continued, “I had no idea that you actually cared this much about me.” The look on her face was heartbreaking. I wanted to take her in my arms, but I knew from her body language that we needed to finish our conversation first. She could not run from me again.
“Bébé, I want you in my life. I want to be part of your life. You're not alone anymore.” I could see she was confused.
“Thank you,” she whispered. “It's nice to have someone care about me.”
When I heard her say “someone” I was blown away. What the hell? I didn't want to be just someone; I wanted to be the only one. I wanted her to trust me and know that I was here for her. I pulled her in for a chaste kiss on the lips and then tucked her in tight to me as we quietly finished our drinks and appetizers.
Once the sun had dipped into the ocean, I asked, “Are you ready to get some real dinner now?”
A wanton look appeared on Melissa's face, and I knew what the next words out of her mouth would be as she said them while blushing all the while. “I'd rather dinner be consumed in our hotel bed.”
Growling into her ear I agreed with her, quickly paying the check. We rushed back to the hotel for room service and non-stop play time throughout the night and into the early morning hours.
Melissa…
“GOOD MORNING, BÉBÉ,” I heard as I stretched out naked next to a beautiful hard body.
“Bonjour, monsieur.” I said into a very sexy pair of sparkling blue eyes.
“Speaking of bonjour, tomorrow afternoon we're flying to Paris. I have to attend a special holiday charity fashion show and a photo-op was just added.”
“I can't go to Paris, I have to work,” I answered abruptly.
Shaking his finger in a no-no gesture and then running it along my bottom lip, he replied, “Jane already told me you weren't coming back to the city until Tuesday and that the agency was shutting down for the holidays. That means you have no excuse, and you can come with me.”
Arguing his point, I responded, “First of all, I don't have my passport with me.”
“It should be here this evening. I had Jane overnight it,” he answered very matter-of-factly.
I questioned, “Clothes?”
Apparently he had an answer for everything, “You have some warm clothing in your bag and we can buy you anything else you need in Paris.”
“You've figured it all out it seems,” I just looked at him. I couldn't think of another argument.
He had a yummy grin on his face when he said, “I have plans for you!” But quickly that look faded to a serious one, “I want you to go with me because I don't want you getting any crazy ideas in your head and running off again.”
“You confuse moi,” I said quietly.
“Bébé, you’re the one that has confused me. I never thought that I could feel this way about someone. I hate being without you. When I'm not with you, I think about you all the time.”
My heart skipped a beat at his words. Drawing in a deep breath, my eyes filled with tears. “You scare me. What will I do when you've had enough of me?”
“I'm never going to get enough of you,” he answered pulling me as tightly to him as possible. He ended our conversing by covering my mouth with his, and we started the morning off with another parfait roll between the sheets.
Evan…
AFTER SHOWERING AND dressing in plush hotel robes, we had breakfast out on our balcony. The weather was unbelievable; sunny, warm with clear blue skies. The smell of the salt air was intoxicating or was that the scent of Melissa? Both were divine. I loved the sound of the waves crashing on the shore; it mimics the intense pounding of my heart that happened every time I looked at my bébé.
“I'm starving,” she said biting into a flaky croissant while stabbing a strawberry with her fork. “You gave moi quite a workout!�
� She said with a grin, taking a seductive bite of her fruit.
Raising an eyebrow I asked, “Are you complaining?”
“Mmmm,” she licked her lips and exclaimed, “Never!”
I growled, “Bébé, you need to stop eating like that or I’m going to drag you back to bed, and we’ll never get out of here. I have a nice day planned for us, so play nice with your food,” I wagged a warning finger at her, and she laughed.
Melissa wasn't kidding when she said she was starving, I'd never seen her eat so much. Not one scrap of food was left on her plate. It was so good to see her beautiful, smiling face. I loved listening to all of her yummy noises while she ate. I'd give anything to see her happy every day of my life. She's experienced so much sadness. I wanted to take it all away and give her new memories.
“You're looking awfully serious, Mr. Duke. You have that brooding model look splashed across your face.” She winked and giggled.
I flashed her a few more facial poses, and she laughed hysterically. “Are you ready to get out of here? It’s a perfect day for a drive, and I have a special car waiting for us.”
“I think I like your earlier offer to drag moi back to bed. Can’t we just stay indoors?” She winked at me.
I laughed. “Don’t worry, bébé. We can play outdoors too.”
I finished my breakfast, placed a chaste kiss on her forehead and quickly walked inside to dress leaving her to finish her café crème. I knew that if we attempted to get dressed together it would be at least another hour before we got out of the room. Just I was tying up my shoes; Melissa sauntered in and dropped her robe. I promptly slapped her on the ass, “Get dressed naughty girl,” I laughed before taking my much needed exit to the living room. I was happy she didn't keep me waiting long and appeared within minutes, dressed and ready.
We walked out of the hotel entrance to a classic convertible Jaguar XK140 roadster I’d hired for our drive. I loved the surprised look on Melissa’s beautiful face when she saw the car waiting for us in the driveway. “Nice car. You’re going to look extremely sexy driving that beauty. I'm going to have a hard time keeping my hands off of you.” She slid into the passenger side, and then ran her hand lightly across the dash as she took it all in, pronouncing it all, “Gorgeous!” I was thinking the same thing about her!
“I can drive while you let your fingers explore me.” I raised an eyebrow at her wickedly.
I put the car in gear, and we zoomed off to explore the west side of Los Angeles. Taking Mulholland Drive across the Santa Monica Mountains, we took a leisure cruise, stopping from time to time to take in the city views. The crystal clear sky allowed us to see from the skyline of downtown Los Angeles to the blue Pacific Ocean and beyond to Catalina Island. The stops were also a good excuse to grab a few kisses from my beautiful girl. Once we made it to the end of Mulholland, we dropped down into Hollywood and took Sunset Boulevard back to the coast.
Turning onto Pacific Coast Highway we headed up north toward Malibu for dinner. But first I suggested we drive up into the hills to see a full view of the coastline. Winding up the back roads of the Topanga Canyon, I saw an empty lot for sale and pulled down a partially paved road to a graded lot. The view up and down the coast was amazing; a house on this spot would be incredible.
Putting the car in park, Melissa exclaimed, “This is spectacular!”
I smiled at her enthusiasm, but I was more focused on her and the view I had of her. “You are spectacular, bébé,” I unfastened my seat belt, pushed the seat back and hooked a finger at her, motioning for her to move to me, “Come here and sit on my lap.” I winked, raising an eyebrow at her, “I'm glad you have a skirt on.”
Melissa surprised me when she lifted her skirt up to her waist. Quickly undoing my pants, I pulled them down my thighs, and she straddled me. I moved her panties to the side, and she slid right on my erection; a perfect fit.
“Mmmm, your pussy is so plush, so tight, so wet. Mmmm. Have I told you how much I hate it when I'm not in you?” I had a firm grip on her ass, moving her in the parfait rhythm.
“It misses your hard cock, too,” she moaned.
“I like your dirty mouth, bébé,” I groaned loving all the sounds she’s made and how she was running her fingers through my hair.
“I'll have to use my dirty mouth on you later,” she said capturing my mouth and sucking on my tongue.
“Mmmm. I love your mouth on mine,” I murmured. I loved kissing her. I'd never kissed anyone as much as I'd kissed Melissa.
I leaned back away from her briefly and pulled my t-shirt off. Melissa followed my lead taking off her top and her bra. I suckled on her nipples, alternating to give attention to each one. I plunged into her faster and harder just the way she liked it. I made her moan and pant as I brought her to an orgasm. I followed her with my own.
As soon as my breathing had returned to normal, I made a suggestion, “Let's buy this property, build a house, then I can fuck you while looking out at this fabulous view.”
“Isn’t the view of my body enough?” Melissa asked climbing off of me and removing the rest of her clothes. Then she shocked the hell out of me getting out of the car and strutting to the front of the car. My mouth fell open at the sight of her as she lies across the hood of the Jaguar questioning, “Well, is this enough for you?”
I jumped out of the car and quickly walk around to the front of it and turn her over. I draped my body over hers, swept her hair to the side and licked the back of her neck, “You are perfect for me, bébé!” Caressing her sides, rubbing my cock on her ass, I whispered, “The ocean view is just a bonus. You’re the true beauty on this cliff. Let’s build a house here. The property is for sale. I love the idea of fucking you with the Pacific in the background.”
“I'd rather have a house on the beach. You could fuck me on the sand.” Backing her ass up into me and wiggling, she moaned, “Actually you could fuck me right now. Pretty pleeeease, monsieur.”
She didn't have to beg me twice. I unzipped my pants and slipped right into her. My favourite place to be. “Bébé, you are a bad girl.” Panting, moving at a delicious speed, I purred into her ear, “Good thing we're in a secluded area.”
“Mmmm. I love you in me, Evan. Fuck me… fuck, harder,” she cried out.
As we were fucking like two wild animals, a car drove up the road towards us. “Oh shit, bébé! We have an audience.” I reluctantly slid out of Melissa, zipped up my pants, pulled her around behind me, and walked toward the car. Reaching in, I grabbed my shirt, and put it over her quickly.
A real estate agent and her clients got out of the car and walked in our direction. The agent didn't look too happy and informed us she was showing the property, and we were trespassing. I quickly let her know that we were interested in the property, as well. The client interrupted immediately stating that he was convinced that he wanted the property, and would like to make an offer. I had no intention of bidding against this man. I told the agent that we may be interested in something on the beach, after all that’s what my bébé said she wanted. The agent handed me her card and told me to call her to set up an appointment. I thanked her then headed down the driveway slowly as Melissa struggled to get redressed.
We laughed uncontrollably as we wound our way down the hill to the coast. “Ready for some early dinner after putting on a show, bébé?”
Melissa blushed, “Oui, after that I’m in need of champagne.”
Melissa…
WE PULLED UP to valet parking at Moonshadows, a seafood place right on the beach in Malibu. The glass front building reminded me of a beach house that had been turned into a restaurant. We were seated out on a deck. The surroundings were so beautiful from the luxurious furnishings to the natural elements. I loved hearing the waves crash on the sand, the warm sun on my face, the smell of the ocean. It was a perfect day. Best of all, I was with the most gorgeous man. I could stare at him forever. I couldn't believe he came looking for me and tomorrow I was going to Paris with him. Wow! Evan and I in
the most romantic city. Fucking in Paris. Ooh la la!
Gazing at him, I saw his sexy mouth moving, but I wasn't listening. “What? Did you say something? I was just admiring the view.”
Evan laughed and gave me one of his panty-wetting looks. Oh mon dieu… I could eat him up. “Melissa!”
Mmmm. Evan in his birthday suit. Naked. Love him exposed in all his glory. Not sure what I enjoyed looking at more; the lovely face or the exquisite body. Maybe the total package was best. Looking into those passionate blue eyes while being trapped under his very fit body. I got wet just thinking about it.
“Melissa? Hello, bébé. What are you moaning about? Must be naughty because the look on your face is pure lust.”
Finally, I snapped out of my yummy daydream. “Oui.”
“Seriously, bébé, let's buy a house here,” he announced and I wasn’t sure I was truly hearing him correctly.
I turned my head and gave him a weird questioning look. “You're crazy. You hardly know me, and you want to buy a house with me?”
“Why do you keep saying I don’t know you? We have been together for days exploring each other non-stop. And the answer to your question is, yes, I want to buy a house with you. I'm not letting you go. You are mine.”
He said, I was his. I smiled at him and then I giggled. I felt like a lovesick teenage girl, and I couldn't make words form correctly as I was thinking does that mean Mr. Model, man of many a women's fantasy, is mine? Still in la la land, I placed my elbow on the table and rested my chin on my palm and all that I could get to come out of my mouth was, “Mmmm.”
Evan was laughing at me, shaking his head, questioning me, “Melissa, what is running through that pretty head of yours?”
Again, I was at a loss for intelligent words, and I mumbled, “Why?”
