A Window to Love (Windows) (Volume 1)

by Fifi Flowers

  “Aren't you tired of being photographed, Mr. Duke?” I laughed.

  “It will be different posing with you,” he winked at me and continued, “and we have plenty of time before our flight tomorrow.”

  “Speaking of time, do you think that clock on the wall is big enough?” I asked, referring to a rather large clock mounted on the wall of his bedroom above the fireplace mantel.

  He laughed. “Actually, I wanted the clock at the Musée d’Orsay, but they wouldn’t sell it to me. Now, stop stalling, and call Lily!”

  “I'll text her. She should still be awake.”

  < Hey Lil, you still want to snap photos of Evan's cock? I mean us. > I giggled.

  < You know it, Lissa. I was thinking of sending it to the tabloid. How much do you think his cock's worth? >

  I laughed like crazy.

  < It's worth millions of orgasms. >

  “What are you texting? Better yet, what is she texting?” Evan inquired.

  < You really are a slut! Come over mid-morning. Excited to snap you two together. You make a beautiful couple. >

  I laughed again. Evan took my phone, read our texts, and shook his head. “You girls are bad!”

  A new text arrived from Lily.

  < DO NOT HAVE SEX BEFORE I SHOOT YOUR PHOTOS. I WANT TO CAPTURE DESPERATION! STARVATION! >

  Evan and I both laughed, but Evan added “She will definitely see desperation making me go a morning without having my cock in you.”

  “Then we better get one more round in before we go to sleep.”

  “I'm ready for you now, bébé.” I licked my lips looking at the hard erection he was proudly displaying for me.

  Another text chimed.

  < STOP! DO NOT DO IT NOW EITHER. HA HA. I'm right, you‘re going at it, aren't you? >

  We just laughed, turned the phone sound off, and dove into bed.

  BEFORE HEADING OFF to the airport, we popped over to the apartment Lily purchased about a year ago in the artsy 6th arrondissement. She didn't typically photograph people in her apartment; she usually went to them so that they felt more comfortable. On occasion, she used a studio space, but for us, she had a vision.

  This was my first time in Lily's new apartment, and when I stepped through the front door I was overwhelmed by the magnificence that was before my eyes.

  “Lily, this place is amazing, how did you find something like this?”

  “I created it.” She responded with a smile.

  “C’est magnifique, mon amie!” I exclaimed looking about.

  Lily took me into her arms, exchanging our usual air kisses and squealed with delight, “Let me show you around before we get started.”

  As we were about to get a tour, we heard a throat clearing, and we both turned to the doorway to see Evan waiting to be invited. “Oops! Sorry monsieur, I was so caught up in Lily’s unbelievable surrounding,” I said walking to my beautiful man. I tucked my arm in his and pulled him gently into the room and introduced him to Lily

  Her space had all the elements of a traditional Parisian apartment, but it was also very open like a loft with wood herringbone-pattern flooring. The walls were extremely ornate with off-white wood moulding, and the inside panels are all painted a pale Ladurée green. There was a very high ornate ceiling dotted with spectacular crystal chandeliers strategically hung throughout. The window coverings were an abundance of sheer blush-pink fabric. The seating in her sitting area was over-stuffed Louis XV; sofas, chairs and ottomans. She had a large antique-white dining table with silver accents stationed next to an exposed modern kitchen with industrial appliances.

  On the opposite side of the apartment, Lily had a studio area set up. In the middle, a large wooden flat table commanded the space and was covered with tubes of paint, markers, pencils, erasers, paint rags, two large ceramic black and white harlequin pots filled with paint brushes, a few cameras, a laptop computer and photos. Several canvases were hung along two walls; some were painted and some were blank. Three large easels completed the work area with works of art in progress.

  Though the apartment was mainly an open loft space, her bedroom and bathroom had formal walls. Her bedroom was jaw-dropping beautiful, so feminine, like I walked into a boudoir in Versailles. The walls and ceiling had the same ornate boiserie moulding and wall colour as the rest of the apartment. Lily’s paintings of nude figures adorned the walls, hanging from the crown moulding on velvet ribbons. Her bed was stunning, centered between two sets of French doors draped with floral taffeta that coordinate with her bedding. The cream-white French wood carved bed frame was upholstered in a rich mossy green damask fabric complementary to the silky pink bedding. The room was so girly and wonderful; just like my dear friend.

  As we were standing in Lily’s bedroom, she started immediately discussing what she had in mind. Evan was listening to her intensely, commenting and questioning while I was hoping I didn't throw up. Lily told me to relax and take all of my clothes off; handing me a silk dressing gown. Evan began the shoot in his boxer briefs as if it was no big deal. He was used to modeling nude and/or with very little covering his gorgeous body.

  Once Lily was happy with her lighting and equipment, she started rattling off directions, occasionally walking over to us to adjust our pose.

  “Okay, first shots by the window. Melissa, twist up your hair on top of your head. Then Evan, I want you to take it down.” I love feeling his fingers ran through my hair. I closed my eyes and savored his touch.

  “Good. Now turn her around in front of you, so she's facing the window. Drop the briefs.” As he dropped them to the floor, I took a little glance and wondered why I agreed to this. “No peeking Lissa,” I heard Lily say. I was so busted. I wanted to laugh, but I bite my lip instead.

  “Now untie her robe slowly, pull it off her shoulders, and let it drop to the floor.”

  Just as I began to tense, Evan whispered, “Relax, bébé, pretend she's not here. It's just us, and we're alone.”

  Leaning into him I said softly, “If we were alone, I believe I would be feeling something in my back.”

  “I'm a pro.” He laughed. “Besides, I'm concentrating and let me tell you; with you it's not easy.” He nipped my shoulder.

  I giggled and got in trouble with Lily. “Melissa, no laughing. Focus!”

  Closing my eyes, I took a few deep breaths and Evan placed a tender kiss on my cheek. “I've got you, bébé. Relax. We're alone. Trust me.”

  “Okay, the lighting is still good so, let's keep moving. Evan, remove her robe and kiss her neck and shoulders.” Lily continued to give commands to him, and he easily moved and maneuvered me. I felt like I was in a dream, floating in the arms of a gorgeous man and yet it was real. We moved to an ottoman, kneeling, facing each other, and I wanted to moan as his cock grazed me. I closed my eyes to concentrate and steady my breathing, but wasn't easy. Evan held my hair at the nape of my neck and tilted my head back. He brought his lips down to mine, almost touching; an intimate kiss hung between us, just out of reach. I wanted to kiss him so badly.

  “Oh I got some good shots… why don’t we try another position or better yet maybe a chair… yes… sit on this chair, Evan… Lissa, straddle him and run your hands over each other slowly… Evan, lean her back at an angle… extend your body over hers… your mouth to her breast.”

  My nipples were so hard. I wished she would tell him to suck them. I finally got a little relief when Lily had him caress them. I couldn't help but moan. “Bébé, you can't do that. I can only control myself for so long.”

  Lily must've heard me too. “Good to see you’re finally relaxing. Have some fun, Lissa. Let that naughty girl come out. Remember, I know she’s in you. I know your secret.”

  Turning my head, I narrowed my eyes at her and mouthed, “Shut up, Lily.”

  Lily just laughed and started directing again. “Bed next. Evan, sit back on your calves with her on your thighs, straddling you. Evan, hands on her ass. Melissa, hands in his hair. Look at each other. Melissa, t
ilt your head slightly. Bite his bottom lip. Keep looking at him.”

  Lily adjusted her lighting around the bed and then returned to her camera. “Ok, this is it. I want you to act natural like I'm not here. Do what you would normally do in this position.”

  I snapped my head in her direction and raised an eyebrow, “Lily, we're not making a porno.”

  She laughed shaking her head. “Melissa, relax and trust me.”

  Before Lily started snapping away, Evan cradled my face in his hands, giving me an extremely passionate kiss. I melt into him. I wanted him to fuck me. I suddenly didn't care if she watched. Oh mon dieu, his cock was hard and pushing at my dripping wet pussy.

  “Good. Let's move on... Evan, I can see you have an erection. Slip it in her.”

  “Lily!” I exclaimed, but truthfully I was so ready for him.

  “Bébé, trust Lily.” He whispered and without missing a beat, he was in me. I gasped as pleasure raged through my body. “You feel so good. You’re so wet. Mmmm.” Evan said softly in my ear.

  I growled back at him. “If you ever do this kind of shoot with anyone else, I will kill you.”

  Evan laughed softly. “I will never do a shoot like this with anyone else. Only you, bébé.”

  Lily gave her last command. “Ok you two, stay connected like that and move into some different positions slowly.”

  It was pure agony not being able to relieve the throbbing. I knew from how hard Evan's cock was that both of us were thinking the same thing. Lily seemed to know it too. “Good. That’s a wrap. I'm going to look at these shots. Evan, I give you permission to fuck the shit out of Melissa on my bed.” With that Lily walked out, shutting the door behind her.

  “You heard her. Fuck me now!” Evan didn't need any convincing. He flipped me on my back, driving his big, thick, throbbing cock into me and I screamed out his name taking him in deep. “Ooh la la. Evan! Si bon! Si bon!” He plunged over and over while our tongues were mimicking our intense rhythm as he brought us both to the most unbelievable orgasm ever. How does it continue to be so good? It was actually better, and I wanted more now!

  When he started to break our connection I squeezed my muscle around him, and I begged him to stay. He laughed at my pleading, “Bébé, don’t worry I’ll give you more later.”

  Slipping out of me, “No… no don’t leave me.”

  Shaking his head with an ear to ear grin, he sat back on his thighs, but I was not willing to give up. I moved up to my knees quickly, bend forward and sucked him in to my mouth.

  I looked up into his blue eyes framed in dark lashes, and I knew I got his attention, “Oh, you do not play fair. Mmmm, suce-le. J’adore comment tu suce ma bite. Mmmm. You’re a very bad girl,” he growled.

  Breaking the suction with a loud pop, I raced up his body, placing my mouth over his, and I slid my tongue between his lips. He groaned, tasting the mix of our erotic flavours. He had me panting loudly, I broke our kiss, turned around, looking over my shoulder at him, and I placed my face in the pillow. I pushed my ass up in the air and pushed back to him. I heard him pant, “Oh bébé, I’m going to fuck you so hard. J'vais t'l'introduire!”

  “That’s what I’m counting on.” I moaned as he entered me abruptly, “Ooh mon dieu!”

  ONCE I COMPOSED myself, I left Evan sprawled out on the bed, and I threw on the silk dressing gown to join Lily in the next room.

  “Come look at these.” Looking over Lily’s shoulder, Evan and I are displayed on her computer screen in living colour. “These pictures are great! You can go and get dressed now. The fun is over.” She leaned in closer to her monitor, carefully studying our pictures then glanced up at me with a smile, “Amazing... you guys are so hot together. Your sweet French and his filthy French. Nice combo!”

  “You could hear us?”

  “Are you kidding? You two are loud! I'm sure my neighbors heard you too! You probably have enticed the whole building to start banging.” Lily laughed. “On a more serious, non-sexual note, you two are good together. He's in love with you.”

  I tilted my hand and without thinking moved my thumb to my mouth and bit the pad. “You think?”

  “Definitely,” she nodded and continued, “I saw it through the lens and it’s even more evident looking through these shots. I know you love him too.”

  Our conversation was cut short as Evan joined us wearing a pair of jeans, no shirt or shoes. Sexy man!

  “I stripped your bed sheets,” he told Lily as he sauntered over to us.

  “Thanks. Come take a look. I got some amazing shots.”

  When I looked at them more closely, I was shocked. I felt as if I was looking at someone else. “Wow, is that me?”

  “Yes. You're beautiful, Lissa,” Lily said while reaching up and mussing my hair.

  “That’s because you made me look good, Lil.” I pushed her hand away playfully.

  “Bébé, you're gorgeous,” Evan said coming around behind me and wrapping his arms around me. “That's what you look like inside and out.” He kissed my cheek.

  “I'm excited to start painting. Do you want to select the photo, or do you want to leave it up to me?” Lily asked.

  Evan answered immediately, “I think you should choose since you will be the one painting it. I love the artwork you have hanging in your boudoir.”

  Lily liked his answer and beamed at his compliment. I could tell Lily liked him. That was good since she was very protective of me and I wanted her to approve. I couldn't imagine hearing a bad review when I was head over heels crazy about him.

  “Time to get going, we have a flight to catch,” Evan informed me.

  Lily put her arms around me. “You better come back to see me soon.”

  Evan answered quickly. “She will. I have several upcoming events here, and she will be with me.”

  I chimed in, “Maybe Lily. I have a job. I have to work.”

  Lily laughed. “That's a joke! You, my heiress friend, don't need to work. Lissa, you need to start living. I expect to see you soon!”

  I hugged Lily. “I love you, mon amie!”

  “I love you too, Lissa.” We exchanged loud, exaggerated cheek kisses. I was going to miss her.

  We hugged again, then Lily hugged Evan and she told him, “You better take good care of her… Don’t hurt her!” as we left.

  In the taxi, I told Evan I was glad that shoot was over. I couldn't take anymore of that close nakedness without some kind release.

  He gave me a wicked grin. “Bébé, you really are a naughty girl.”

  “I could never do intimate modeling like that,” I said seriously with a little shoulder raise and shaking of my head.

  “It's different when it's a job. Most of the time the models could care less about me. They're only interested in how they look. Not to mention there are a hundred people around orchestrating every move. It’s not romantic or erotic like our shoot was, bébé.” He drew me up into his arms and passionately kissed me.

  “I'm still tingling all over. My body has been teased and pushed, and it craves more.” I said breathlessly.

  “Don’t worry bébé. We're flying home in a private jet. We can stay in bed throughout most of the flight. I will fulfill all of your desires.”

  “Mmmm. Monsieur, that sounds purrrrfect!”

  AFTER TRAVELING FROM Paris, or perhaps I should say fucking our way from Paris to New York, I took Melissa back to her apartment.

  “Welcome back, Ms. Bennette. Good to see you!”

  “Thank you, Phillip,” she said with a big smile on her beautiful face, “It's good to be back.”

  Riding up in the elevator, I was starting to get nervous about being back in her apartment. My palms were beginning to get sweaty wondering what would happen when she walked through the door. I felt perspiration forming on my upper lip; questions about how things would be between us were swirling around in my head: Will they take a turn for the better or the worse? How will she feel about me? Did I go too far and cross a line? As we reached he
r floor, I took a deep breath and raked my fingers through my hair.

  Melissa looked up at me, “Evan, are you alright? You know you don't have to come in with me. You've been away from you place for awhile,” she paused and then continued, “If you need some time to yourself, I understand.”

  I still didn't know what to say, but I wanted to reassure her that I was fine, so I reached out for her hand, brought it up to my mouth and brush my lips against her wrist. I knew she liked that. I loved seeing her face brighten.

  When we reached the door, Melissa handed me her keys to unlock it and I was reminded me of the first night I came home with her. I hoped this night was as magical. Actually, I hoped it was more.

  As I opened the door, I heard Melissa gasp behind me. Let that be a “good” gasp I said to myself.

  I moved inside the door and stepped to the side to give her a better view.

  “Ooh mon dieu, what have you done, Evan?” She was looking from side to side.

  From where she was standing, all she could see was the foyer and part of the hall flooring. Usually Melissa had the lighting in the apartment on a timer so that all lights were on when she arrived home at night, but I had Jane override them for tonight's big reveal. The floor in the entry and hallway were originally hardwood. Now the entry and long hallway flooring was laid out with black and white tiles in a harlequin pattern. Leaning against the left wall was a huge, ornate, gold, vintage French mirror. To the right side of the foyer sat a French Louis XV commode with a black and white marble top and a painting hung above it. The treasured piece of art was the House of Parliament by Claude Monet and it belonged to her parents.

  “That’s my parent’s painting.” She stood looking at the Impressionistic artwork. “It looks good there.” When she started to speak again, I was not sure she was even speaking to me. It was like she was going over the details of the painting or she was tell herself a story she heard about the painting. I stayed quiet and listened. “Claude Monet, mom’s favourite artist. They were in London... and so young. There was a street painter or artist....” she trailed off, lost in her thoughts.