When the tempo changed, Jean-Luc placed his hands on her hips, swaying them rhythmically and provocatively to the pounding, steady beat. He held her tight against his muscled body, causing her to practically swoon in his arms, then spun and swirled her away, snapping her back into his balancing embrace.
She let herself go, trusting his strength and fluid grace, as if she were floating and soaring in his powerful, capable hands.Like when we make love, and I lose myself in the pleasure he gives…
Pressing his hardened body against her shimmying hips, he groaned into the shell of her ear. “This is torture. I can’t take any more. Let’s go back to the apartment.”
Ella wanted nothing more. She accepted his outstretched hand. Exited the steamy, sexyLoca Luna. And let Jean-Luc lead her back to theAtelier des Lumières.
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Wisps of moonlight filtered through the high arched window onto the sumptuous bed, illuminating it with mystery and magic. A blanket of stars twinkled in the night sky as Jean-Luc drew Ella toward him, swaying in a seductive dance.
“You are irresistible,mon coeur.” His full lips sought the side of her neck, sucking softly but insistently as he lifted her mauve tank up over her shoulders and tossed it aside.
Her bare breasts tingled in the cool night air, forming perk peaks which ached for his warm, skilled lips. While he suckled and lavished attention on her erect nipples, sending waves of wet warmth between her throbbing thighs, he slid a hand up under her silky skirt to stroke her soft skin.
Ella’s legs quivered as deft fingers pushed aside her lace panties and probed her slick, sensitive folds.
“I just can’t get enough of you. I want you so much, it hurts…” An iron hard shaft prodded her stomach as his fingers penetrated her moist flesh.
Remembering his passionate flamenco performance in thetablao— how he’d flung beads of sweat upon her, as if he had come for her in his dance—Ella felt emboldened.
She unzipped his jeans, releasing his swollen cock from the confines of his clothing as she sat down on the edge of the bed. Looking up at his impassioned, anguished face, she murmured in a breathy, raspy voice, “I want to watch you come. I want to see it spurt out, like a fountain, all over me. Like tonight, when you splattered me with sweat in your dance.”
He moaned as she lapped the hard ridge of his head, sliding the tip of her tongue between the two sensitive halves where a drop of his salty, bitter seed overflowed.
Licking the inside of her palm, she grasped his shaft firmly as she took him into her mouth, sliding his thick girth between her wet, eager lips. With a tight grip of her hand underneath her mouth, she plunged down upon him, lapping and twirling her tongue and lips along the hard ridge of his head, pressing her lips together firmly. With relentless rhythm, she pummeled him, sensing his thigh muscles tighten as his abdomen clenched.
He groaned huskily, “I’m going to come…” and pulled himself from Ella’s mouth.
Reclining onto her elbows as he leaned over her, Ella watched in awe as powerful plumes of white, creamy liquid spewed forth all over her breasts. When he’d finished erupting, she sat up and slipped him back into her mouth, sucking the last few drops to savor the taste of him.
He jumped with a jolt of sensation, then gently withdrew himself from her mouth. Curving a finger under her chin, he lifted her face to look at him as he smiled down upon her. “No woman has ever asked me to do that. God, Ella, you are incredible!”
Humming with contentment, she rubbed the ebullient cream into her breasts. “I’m lathered in Jean-Luc,” she purred.
He walked into the adjacent kitchen area and returned with a damp cloth. “Here, use this,” he chuckled softly, “so the sheets don’t stick to you.”
Ella grinned and wiped off her creamy breasts.
Jean-Luc took the cloth, laid it on the marble mantle of the nearby windowsill, then returned his attention to her. He knelt between her legs and pushed her knees apart. Dark eyes dancing in the moonlight, he lowered his lips to her neatly trimmed, soft curls.
Parting her wet folds with his long fingers, he closely examined her glistening flesh. “Provocatively tempting.” He lowered his lips to her quivering quim, grinning up at her as he lapped and slurped. “And delightfullydelicious.”
Ella lost herself as his insistent tongue focused on her sensitive bud while three of his long fingers pounded and penetrated her in a perfect, relentless rhythm. Clutching the sides of the bed, she arched and tightened like a tightly drawn arrow, begging for release. Finally, as waves of pleasure crashed over her, she careened over the edge, convulsing and contracting in an explosive climax that left her stomach quaking.
Replete with pleasure, she collapsed back onto the bed as Jean-Luc crawled over her, high and hard once more. “Making you come has made me want you again. Spread your legs for me, Ella.”
He pummeled them both into a shattering, shared climax, then cradled her against his chest with a contented smile. “Tomorrow, I’ll show you some of the secrets of Paris. But for now,mon coeur…come sleep upon my heart.”
He is the most romantic man I have ever known. He makes me feel alive. Alluring. Attractive. I pray he doesn’t lose interest, like the others. At least not until the end of June.
Ella sensed his limbs twitching as he drifted off to sleep. Peering through the arched window above the bed where they lay entwined, she spotted a glimmer in the dark night sky. Closing her eyes and holding her breath, she wished once more upon the star that this memorable summer would never end.
Chapter 5
Licked by Flames
The aroma of fresh coffee and delicious food emanated from the adjacent kitchen as Ella stretched and awoke in a contented haze. Morning sunlight streamed in through the high, arched window above the bed, the cloudless blue sky promising a glorious day to discover the secrets of Paris with her handsome, bohemian artist.
