Topless, her long hair cascading down to her waist, she slid into his embrace. His corded, tattooed arms encircled her, his chest hair tickling her erect nipples. “You are exquisite,” he whispered, kissing her neck, lowering his lips to suckle each nipple, as he unzipped her denim skirt and slid it to the floor.
Ella was glad she’d worn her pretty black lace underwear, for he admired the curve of her slender hips, running his hands appreciatively over them as he peeled her panties down her trembling thighs.
He sat down on the edge of the bed, his hands on her hips, pulling her toward him to trace her navel with the tip of his tongue. He lowered his face to the thin band of neatly trimmed pubic hair, rubbing his nose along her bikini line, audibly inhaling her scent with a deep, rumbling growl. “God, I want to taste you. Your scent is driving me wild.”
With expert fingers, he separated the moist lips between her quivering thighs, lapping and exploring with his tongue and warm mouth. The sensation was unlike anything Ella had ever experienced, and she moaned as he rubbed the tip of his nose and the flat of his tongue against her sensitive bud.
“Mmm,” he hummed, the reverberations rippling into her very core, “…delicious. Salty and sweet.” He pulled her down onto the bed beside him, laying her upon her back, spreading her legs wide as he knelt on the floor between them. “Open for me, Ella. Let me taste you deep inside.”
His skilled lips sucked and slurped, as if she were a delicious dessert. His tongue delved deep into her core, the warm, wet length penetrating and retracting in a rhythmic pulse. He licked his fingers, slipping two, then three, deep inside, pumping steadily as Ella’s thighs tightened with increasing tension. He returned his wicked mouth to her throbbing clit, rubbing his tongue and the tip of his nose over her aroused bud in an insistent rhythm with the pounding thrust of his fingers.Oh, my God, I’m going to come,Ella realized, as her body clenched onto his fingers, the indescribably delicious waves of pleasure crashing over her like pounding surf as she contracted and convulsed under his nimble tongue.
Replete with pleasure, Ella lay on her back and gazed up at Jean-Luc as he removed his tight, faded jeans. Released from confinement, his erect penis bobbed at attention before her, a droplet near the opening at the tip glistening in the starlight. He slid on a condom and positioned himself between her weakened legs. Nudging her thighs apart with powerful knees, he rubbed the head of his engorged cock along the slick outer folds of her moist, tender flesh.
Probing for the entrance he sought, he slipped the wide head just inside her body, teasing as he withdrew the thick tip, hovering it at her slick opening, making her desperate with want. Again, he allowed just the head to enter her, removing it to rub the hard, slippery ridge against her sensitive clit.
“Please, Jean-Luc, I want you… inside me.” Ella wrapped her arms around his muscled back, gripped her legs around his waist, and pulled him down toward her throbbing body, yearning for him to fill the empty, hollow ache.
He slid his hands under her hips, tilted her pelvis up, and with a guttural groan, plunged in deep. With each rhythmic stroke, the wide head of his cock hit just the right spot against her inner wall, the mounting tension bringing Ella to the edge of ecstasy once again.
She gripped him with her thighs, lifting her hips to meet his pounding thrusts, sucking his shoulder and savoring the fresh salty taste of his sweat on her tongue. The tension in his taught muscles increased with each pump of his pulsing hips, until Jean-Luc finally drove to the hilt, convulsing with pleasure as Ella’s body clamped his. Clenching him tight in the throes of climax, the rhythmic contractions of her release squeezed him, pumping him dry. She envisioned the hot spurts of fiery, liquid flame pouring from his magnificent body. Filling her inner core.
Limbs entwined, bodies sated, he lingered inside her for a while, then carefully withdrew and removed the condom. Tossing it in the trashcan on the floor beside the bed, he reclined at her side and pulled her into his arms. He kissed her sex-tousled hair and whispered, “That was incredible.”
Ella snuggled against his hairy chest, burrowing her nose into the soft, dark curls, savoring his musky, masculine scent. No man had ever gone down on her before. No lover had ever made her come. She’d never experienced a shared orgasm. And, though she knew that a man as handsome and alluring as Jean-Luc could have any woman he wanted—and that this was undoubtedly a one-night stand—Ella was grateful that she’d had this memorable experience.
For Jean-Luc had given her a night to remember that she would treasure for the rest of her life.
“I’ll walk you home if you want to go. But I would much prefer it if you’d stay here and sleep in my arms.” He kissed the side of her forehead and hugged her tight. “I want to make love to you again in the soft morning light. And have coffee and croissants together.”He raised himself onto one arm and leaned down to kiss her softly. “Will you stay with me,ma belle?And let me love you as we awake in each other’s arms?”
Ella had experienced a few one-night stands. Four before she married Paul. Three since the divorce. Not one had ever considered her pleasure first before his own. Not one had ever asked her to sleep in his arms. And not one had ever wanted tomake love in the soft morning light.
Her body was sated. But so was her soul. For the first time since Ella could remember, she felt attractive. Desirable. Even… cherished.
With joy that burst forth like a pure, freshwater spring, Ella whispered. “I want to stay… and sleep in your arms.”
He flashed her a contented grin and snuggled her against his warm chest. With his generous heart pounding under her ear, and his muscles twitching as he drifted off to sleep, Ella gazed out the window above the bed into the velvety night sky.
And wished upon a star that this unforgettable night would never end.
Chapter 3
Atelier des Lumières
Rays of golden sunlight glimmered in her long blonde hair, luxuriously draped across his rumpled black sheets. One of her willowy arms curled up onto the pillow, exposing a pert breast and soft pink nipple. Her rosy lips were parted in sleep, the delicate bone structure of her elegant face enhanced by her long, slender neck. Jean-Luc marveled at the intriguing beauty in his bed. An intoxicating blend of complex contrasts.
The toned, sculpted muscles and long, lithe limbs of a dancer. The shy exterior, concealing a fiery passion that stirred his body and soul. And, beneath the mirrored surface which masked her pain, a fragile heart which he suspected had been shattered like glass.
He wanted to make love to her, to give her the pleasure she deserved yet inconceivably, had never known. To make her bloom like a neglected rose, nurtured at long last.
With tender fingertips, he stroked a soft breast, tweaking and twirling the nipple, while tracing his tongue in languid circles around the pretty pink peak of the other. She lay on her side in front of him, allowing Jean-Luc access to both breasts while his hardened body rubbed against her soft skin.
Her eyelashes fluttered open, and she hummed as he suckled one nipple and tweaked the other, lowering his hand to stroke the soft curls between her creamy thighs.
She opened her legs for him, and he probed with a nimble finger, spreading the wet warmth inside all over her aroused little bud. As his finger stroked her clit, he positioned himself to poke and prod from behind, her entrance slippery and slick. He reached for a condom in the drawer of his bedside table, slipped it on.
And plunged into paradise.
Her nubile body gripped him like a vice, clamping on tight as he pumped from behind and pulsed from the front. The upward thrusts of his pelvis matched the downward strokes of his fingers, her delicious body clenching as he drove her closer to the edge.
