by Julie Adams
It is a bit formal. But god she looks perfect in it. Like a Queen coming home. “You belong in a place like this all the time.”
She shakes her head as she shrugs out of her wool peacoat and I can see her outfit. A simple black wrap dress that looks very ladylike and her fuck-me shoes winking red at me with each step.
If that isn't enough to have me stiffening in my pants, the thought that underneath all of her prim clothing, she’s wearing that pink lingerie is.
“Wow,” She breathes walking over to the french doors that lead to the balcony. I just stand there watching her, enjoying her wonder. “This has to be the best view in all of Paris,”
“I agree. The best view.” She turns and looks at me, realizing I’m nowhere near the windows and I’m not looking at the skyline. I’m looking at her. She's so damn breathtaking in this lighting with Paris twinkling behind her.
She looks away, not acknowledging it. I think she believes me. She just doesn't see it in herself.
“You didn’t have to book this room to seduce me, you know?” She turns to me, the distance between us growing smaller and smaller with each step we take. I’m not sure either of us is meaning to, but our bodies move of their own accord. Magnet to steel.
“I know.” I reply, my hands circling her waist and pulling her until she’s flush against me.
“And you don't have to buy me outrageously expensive lingerie either.” She’s looking up at me through her lashes, completely earnest.
“I know.” I whisper, my hands trailing up her waist to her ribs. “I wanted to thank you,”
“Flowers would have sufficed,” her hands lay on my chest and I wonder if she can feel my heart, beating hard and steady for her.
Thump. Thump. Thump.
“I know, Lily,” I say my hand cupping her breast, silencing her. “I know you don't need these things. But I wanted to, I wanted to buy you the lingerie for purely selfish reasons, I wanted to see you in them and nothing but them. I grab the belt of her dress and yank it free. The dress falls open revealing a sliver of her satin skin. I suck in a breath. So fucking beautiful. “I brought you here because I think everyone should be able to experience this view, even just once.” She’s looking at me, eyes hooded and lips parted, ready to be kissed. Ready to be devoured. “But I’m ready to buy this room out for the next year and bring you here every day if you’ll have that look of awe you had when you first walked in. And, because you don’t expect it from me.”
I push the dress open and take in the sight of her. Her skin beautiful and changing the shade of pink where it's sheer over her tan skin. The lace is sheer enough for me to see her nipples, the outline of hair at the apex of her thighs. “I will buy you every piece of lingerie Agent Provocateur makes if you’ll wear it only for me.”
“And what else do you want in return?” She asks breathily.
“You,” I whisper, my voice raspy with lust. I need to be inside her. She leans up and kisses me, hard and heady. I grab her ass and lift her, wrapping her legs around me so I can claim her just as much as she’s claiming me.
A part of me wants her to say that she's already mine, but she doesn't. She just kisses me and it's enough. Her actions speak more than words anyway. The way her body responds to mine, reacting and meeting my every move, touching me in just the way I want without me saying a word. It's like she was made for me sexually.
She slides down me her body rubbing against my hard cock, making it bob. Her fingers undo my button and unzip me, I hold my breath for what's next.
My cock springs free and she wraps her hand around me, the pressure perfect as she strokes from root to tip.
Her glossy pink lips wrap around my throbbing head and I fight the urge to close my eyes. I want to watch every damn second of this. Her eyes on fire with desire. Promising to undo me.
Her tongue swirls around my cock and she slides me even further into her hot mouth. Then she sucks hard as she pulls back and I see stars. Her tongue flicks across me again and can’t hold back my groan. I don’t want to.
This woman is on her knees and surely as the sky is blue, she's bringing me to mine. I tangle my fingers in her hair. “You look so fucking gorgeous right now, taking all of me between those gorgeous pink lips,” I growl taking the sight of her in, kneeling, dress open, pink lingerie and perfect body revealed to me.
She looks like the First Lady come undone and turned wanton. And suddenly there's a fantasy I would very much like to play out.
Lily bobs further down, she gags softly and I pull back instinctively. Her hands grip my ass and takes me deeper into her throat.
Shit!
“Mmm,” I breathe my hand gripping her hair. “You need to stop before I explode.”
Her beautiful lips part in a smile around my cock. Then she sinks further down my shaft, all the way to my balls. Her fingers cradling them.
“Oh, no, mon chéri,” I gently tug her hair, drawing her back, slipping myself free from her very skilled mouth.
She grins when I grip her hips and push her against the plush cream sofa, bending her over it. Her ass up and her legs spread. In those heels, she’s at the perfect height and angle for me. I rub myself over the fine material covering her pussy, she’s soaked and the fabric rubs against her easily, creating brilliant friction between us.
Now she moans and wiggles against me.
I grab a handful of her ass and knead the flesh, parting her further for me. “Tell me what you want,” I lean in and whisper into her ear. She groans and pushes against me trying to close her legs and ride my erection.
I nibble the shell of her ear while slipping a condom on. “Not until you tell me, Lily,”
She breathes when I thrust, tapping my thick head on her clit.
“Fuck me, Nathan. Please.” She pants.
I tuck my hands into the waist of her panties and pull, shredding the material. She gasps as I ruin the delicate lingerie. Before she can say another thing I thrust into her heat, all the way to the hilt. She’s wet and I slide in easily enough but my god she’s tight and already pulsating.
I grab her breasts for leverage. She’s so aroused, I can hear it when I thrust out and back in. The sound of her wetness and the sound of my thighs hitting hers accompanied by her moans nearly push me over the edge.
I slide a hand from her breast down her soft stomach to her clit and rub her in lazy, soft circles. She moans loudly bucking against my hand.
I thrust harder and faster, making her yell and grab onto the sofa. She looks over her shoulder at me, cheeks flushed eyes nearly closed. I pull out and tap my cock on her clit again, rubbing it in the same rhythm as my finger had moments before.
“Oh,” Her fingers dig harder into the couch and I slide back into her, my fingers resuming their tempo on her clit. I speed up my circles to match my thrusts and she clenches around me. “I’m- I’m coming!” She screams and I thrust long and hard, wanting to meet her at her peak.
Her pussy throbs around me, pushing me over the edge. I grunt, my pace only letting up when I’m spent. I give a few slow thrusts as I come down from my orgasm.
She lays limp and breathing heavy over the back of the sofa. “Amazing,” She says and I chuckle pulling out of her.
She straightens, hair wild, face flushed and glowing. She ties her dress closed and frowns at the tattered scrap of material that was once her panties.
“I don't even want to know how much money you just ripped off of me,”
I grin, thinking of the sound she made when the fabric ripped. “You seemed to enjoy it,”
“Those were special, my first-” she pauses, as if thinking better of what she was going to say, then continues. “And my only Provocateur.”
“I'll make it up to you, mon chéri.” I wrap her in my arms and kiss her. I pull her to the sofa and drag her legs into my lap. “I'm starving, how about some room service?”
She nods and opens the menu I hand her.
“These shoes are
sexy as hell,” I say pulling them off and dropping them to the floor.
“They're borrowed,” She says from behind her menu. “I'm more of a bargain shoe store kind of girl,” She lowers the menu and smiles with a shrug.
I start rubbing the soles of her feet with my thumb. The shoes looked great but had to be uncomfortable.
She sighs and closes her eyes. “That feels amazing.”
My massaging falters. Since when do I give massages? Much less foot massages. I'm not a foot guy. But Lily's are kind of cute with the pale blue polish. And she's really enjoying it, her menu forgotten.
She is changing me. Instead of being afraid of it, I'm enjoying it. My way of life before was unhealthy and quickly becoming unfulfilling. Living in the shadows wasn't for me anymore.
Lily made me want more, made me feel like I was more. That was my past and she could very well be my future.
She was putting a piece of me together I didn't even know I was missing.
Fifteen
Lily
We lay in bed, naked and freshly showered. The sheets are the softest cotton I’ve ever felt. I’m laying in the crook of Nathan’s arm and he’s tapping his fingers across my skin, up my arm and across my chest, my collarbones, a long stroke up my throat and then he cups my face. His fingers tracing the scars there. I stiffen but he doesn’t stop, he just gazes at me.
The lies I could tell spring to mind. Childhood fall, bike accident, vicious cat. All of them more likely than the truth. I fight the urge to turn away to shut it all down. To hide.
I was stupid to think I could get involved with Nathan without revealing my past. Eventually he would notice the way I’m paranoid being in public. He would wonder about the scars. They were so much more noticeable up close, noticeable when he’s explored every part of me.
“Hey,” he says gently, running a finger down one of the scars. “I said when you're ready, I won't push you. I want to know everything about you, but I can wait.”
I look into his eyes, my stomach still in knots. Then he kisses me, long and deep making me forget my worries, salvaging what I was sure was going to be a ruined morning.
After thoroughly kissing me senseless, Nathan goes to get dressed. Several minutes later he comes out from the bathroom dressed in dark jeans and a button up. He hands me a fluffy robe and takes my hand. “Let's have some breakfast.”
We emerge from the bedroom to a room filled with fresh flowers and a dozen pink boxes and three little brown ones.
Nathan leads me to a breakfast table covered in linens, dishes fill every inch of it. The balcony doors are thrown open, a slight breeze flows in, a coolness mingling with the heat from the room.
Nathan lifts the lids from the food. “Eat,” he instructs. I cut into a crepe and bring it to my mouth, delicious cream and berries explode in my mouth.
Great sex, great food, and great view. A girl could get used to this. If it ever stopped feeling like a dream.
Nathan nudges one of the pink boxes onto my lap. The same kind he sent the night before. I pull off the lid and inside is a new pair of blush panties replacing my ruined ones. And in place of the bra is a lacy blush bustier.
“You didn't have to replace them,” I grin.
“I enjoyed them too much not to,”
I take another bite as he watches, I swallow and another box is put into my lap.
“Nathan, I can't take any more. They're too expensive.” I protest handing him back the box.
He stops me. “You can take them. You may be wearing them but they're very much for my enjoyment.” He kisses me, nipping my lower lip with his teeth.
I open the box. A blush teddy. I raise a brow.
“I had them send every piece they had in that color. It's the color of the sweater you were wearing the first time we had breakfast.” I feel my cheeks warm. That is so incredibly sweet. Fantasize about it, sweet.
After all the pink boxes are open, he hands me one of the brown ones. Inside are sky high velvet heels with a red sole. I make a face.
“If you protest I'll take you over my knee,” he warns taking a sip of his coffee. And I’m ready to protest just for fun.
I open the next two, both stilettos, one pink patent leather, the other nude.
I thank him and he waves me off, biting into his omelette. “It is nothing, mon chéri.”
“It's a lot. If it had been a dozen roses, it would have been more than enough.” I say looking around and taking it all in, pinching my thigh to make sure I'm not dreaming.
“You're easy to please. And maybe that's why I enjoy it so much.” He winks. “You make it easy to be with you.” He says taking my hand and kissing the palm.
All the right words. I want him. I want to show him what he does to me. What last night and today mean to me.
I sink to my knees on the plush carpet and slide my hands up his thighs. “I can't even begin to compete with your gifts. But let me try with my own,” I tug at his zipper and he scoots back from the table giving me space.
He smiles, breakfast forgotten, his eyes on only me. His hands tangling in my hair.
I free his erection and take him in my mouth. His head drops back and I sink further down, showing my gratitude for making me feel like the luckiest girl in the world.
I hadn’t thought to bring clothes for today, and I think there would be some objection to me walking around in nothing but Agent Provocateur.
I'm too old to slump through the lobby on a walk of shame. I'm not the least bit ashamed, I'm too caught up in the thrill of Nathan to be ashamed. Scared shitless by what he's making me feel? Yes, definitely.
And when this all comes crashing down, it'll crush me. Maybe it won't be as dramatic as last time, but it won't be pretty.
Standing on the sidewalk as we wait for my car, Nathan wraps his arm around my waist and kisses me, his fingers tunneling through my hair, it takes my breath away.
He pulls back, his hands never leaving me, he holds me close. “Lily… I love you,”
My throat closes up at the same time the breath leave my lungs. I open my mouth to say something, to repeat the words my mind has been telling me, but I can't.
Nathan grins, it's not his easy smile. It's awkward and accommodating. “You don't have to say it back. You don't have to say anything, Lily. I know it's too soon to be saying such things.” He says it softly. Anyone else might not detect the hurt in his tone, but I do.
Say something! Anything!
“Thank you,” I say and kiss him.
Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. It would have been better to say nothing. Thank you is not an appropriate response.
The bellhop loads my boxes into the car. This is my last chance to do something that even mildly describes what I feel for him.
I kiss him again. And I can feel the moment for sweet declarations is over. I want to thank him again for the gifts but I can't bring myself to utter those words again. At this rate I'll be mute if the list of things I can't say keeps growing.
“Be safe, mon chéri.” He gives me a pat on the ass as I slide in and closes the door behind me.
“Ready?” The driver asks and I nod.
He loves me, Nathan loves me. Hearing him say it is surreal. It's all so fast and exciting. The way he romances a woman doesn’t help how unreal it all feels. How can you possibly ground yourself when Prince Charming is bedding you.
And how do I feel? I had the urge to say it back, for a split second before my throat closed up and panic set in. I felt more than like for him, but I had sworn off love. I had told myself I wouldn’t get too caught up in this, I would just go with the flow. I hadn’t expected the flow to lead to love.
But, the way he could take my breath with a look, the way I felt when he was near. The way I longed for him, the way I wondered about his day. Yes, maybe I was in love. Saying it out loud seemed so much scarier than admitting it to myself.
After everything, I hadn’t thought I could allow a
nyone that opportunity again. Love makes you so vulnerable, and I was nowhere near ready to be vulnerable again. But that’s the funny thing about life, it doesn’t give a damn if you’re ready or not.
In front of my building I haul all of the gifts out of the car and contemplate how I'm going to get them all inside. The telltale pink bags letting everyone know what's inside.
I have one option.
Three wolf whistles, three longing stares, two approving looks from passing women,and one jealous snarl later, Beth comes bounding from the building.
She stops short and takes in my loot. She puts her hands on her hips and smiles approvingly. “Did you rob a bank?” She asks picking up several bags.
“No, but I would rather tell you that I did and in really vivid detail, than what really happened last night.”
“No! You’ll tell me it all, that’s my payment for toting this all upstairs for you. Mon Dieu! Couldn’t he just get you a single gift like a normal man?” She asks as we start up the stairs.
“I’m starting to think Nathan does nothing like normal men.” I say huffing from exertion as I follow her.
“Lucky.” Beth huffs looking at the lingerie box and continues her ascent up a staircase that might as well be Mount Everest at the moment.
At last we make it into the apartment and shove all the bags into my room. Thank god Brent isn’t home. Even my oblivious to all brands brother knows these pink bags.
“Okay, now I’ll get the coffee going and you’re going to pay me in lurid details.”
A cup of coffee and most of the details later I've told Beth everything, right down to when Nathan said those three little words.
Beth refills my cup and reaches into a cupboard pulls out the coffee liqueur and splashes some into my cup then hers. She thinks for a moment and adds another to mine. “You need it.” She says.
“What is wrong with me? He’s fucking amazing, and makes me feel like I haven’t felt before… so why couldn’t I just say it?” I groan taking a big gulp of my spiked drink.
Beth looks at me in that sisterly way that I’ve come to adore. “You’ve been through hell, Lil. If you weren’t leery, it would be odd. You’re already putting yourself out there and you weren’t ready for that in the beginning, and now, you’re letting him sweep you off your feet. If you’re not ready to say you love him, that’s okay. But you might have to tell him what happened…” I can tell she’s hesitant to tell me that. But it’s the truth.
