Ella ran her fingers through his long, thick hair, stroking the back of his head and moaning with pleasure as he traced his tongue along one nipple and twirled the other between his fingertips. She opened her legs for him as he trailed his lips down her abdomen, concentrating his oral adoration on her aroused bud.
With trembling fingers, he stroked and probed her wet warmth, his cock throbbing with need. “Merde,” he spat, “the condoms are upstairs.”
Ella reached for him, grasping his shoulders to keep him close. “You haven’t been with a woman in months. And I haven’t been with a man either. I’m on the pill, so there’s no risk of pregnancy.” He drowned in the depths of her limpid eyes. “I want all of you, Jean-Luc. I want to feel you come inside me.” She slid her body underneath his, pulling him over her as he lowered himself between her thighs. She reached down to stroke him, smearing the liquid at the tip of his penis with her thumb as she guided him to the entrance of her open, inviting core.
Her moist flesh yielded as he slipped his sensitive head inside, withdrawing it slowly, bobbing in and out. Without the condom, the sensation was incredible. Indescribable. Irresistible.
Ella wrapped her legs around him and lifted herself up, trying to pull him in.
Unable to hold back, he plunged in deep, groaning with almost unbearable pleasure. Her warm, lush flesh clenched his shaft and enveloped his sensitive head in a slick, tight grip. He pounded into her, his balls slapping against the curve of her butt, the thick head of his cock ramming her to the hilt.
Legs flexing around his waist, she matched his fervent thrusts, sheathing him in molten fire. Her velvety core clamped around him like a tightening vice, increasing the tension until at last she shattered, the spasms of her climax squeezing him in rhythmic contractions. He erupted in powerful, pulsating jets, filling her dark depths with liquid flame.
Supporting his weight on bent forearms, he lowered his head to rest upon her shoulder, moaning softly as she stroked his long hair. “Without a condom, the sensation is incredible. I can’t believe how good it felt.” He raised his face to kiss her rosebud mouth. “You are exquisite, my beautiful Ella.” He pushed himself to a stand, gazing appreciatively at her reclined form as she stretched languidly and hummed in contentment.
He glanced at the clock on the wall. “I have to be at thetablaoat five. Let’s get dressed, and I’ll walk you home. When you come to the show tonight, tell the hostess Élodie that you’re my guest. I’ll have her reserve a table for you and Yelena in the center front of the stage.” He helped Ella to a stand and pulled her against his chest. “So I can dancela soleájust for you.”
They went back upstairs and gathered their hastily discarded clothes. “What time should Yelena and I come tonight?” Ella asked as she wriggled the rose floral gypsy skirt up over her hips.
He watched her pretty pink nipples disappear as she pulled the black camisole over her head and smoothed it down her lean torso.A dancer’s body.The perfect Muse to inspire my art. And satisfy me, body and soul.He blinked, rousing himself from the pleasant reverie. “They serve dinner before the show, and seating starts at six, so you should be there about quarter till. Tonight, they have aprix fixemenu— an appetizer, the main course, a selection of fine wines, and fabulous desserts. Don’t worry about the bill—I’ll take care of that. You and Yelena are my guests.” He pulled on his jeans and zipped up the fly. “The show starts at eight and lasts about an hour. After the performance, stay at your table and enjoy the wine. I’ll take a quick shower backstage, get dressed, and come join you. I know a great club where we can dance salsa and merengue. Should I fix Yelena up with a friend so she can come with us, too?”
“I’m not sure. I’ll ask her when I get back to therésidenceand text you.” Ella slung her purse over her shoulder and glanced at the bouquet of roses and peonies.
Reading her thoughts, Jean-Luc suggested, “Leave them here. We’ll be coming back to the atelier. That is… if you want to spend the night again?” He pulled her into his arms and kissed her softly. Invitingly. “And, if you don’t have any plans tomorrow, we can explore Paris a bit.” He grinned at her enthusiastic nod of approval. “I work tomorrow night—I do portrait sketches onla Place du Tertreat six— but we’ll have the whole day together. That is, if you’d like to.”
She squealed with delight. “I’d love to! That sounds perfect.”
He kissed her hand, led her outside, and locked theAtelier des Lumières.
Under a vibrant sky steaked pink and purple by the slanted rays of the setting sun, Jean-Luc escorted his bohemian Muse home.
Chapter 4
La Soleá
Ella trotted up the stairs inside therésidenceand stopped into her room before going down the hall to talk to Yelena. She strolled past the single bed nestled against the light beige wall and dropped her purse on top of the wooden table in the corner. She opened the blinds to let in the warm sunshine and the window for the fresh spring breeze.
In the compact kitchen, there was a tiny refrigerator, a microwave on the counter, two white cupboards and a sink next to the small stove. She grabbed a bottle ofÉvianfrom the fridge and went into the bathroom to put her hair up in a topknot.
She finished the bottle of water, left her room, and headed down the corridor to knock on Yelena’s door.
Expressive brown eyes and a friendly smile greeted her. “Hi, Ella! Come on in. Did you have a nice lunch with your handsome artist?”
Ella entered the room which mirrored her own. The enticing aroma of freshly brewed coffee beckoned. “Mmm… the coffee smells good.”
“I’ll pour you a cup. Cream and sugar?”
“Just cream, please.” Ella accepted the mug and sat on the edge of the neat bed covered by a dark blue comforter. “Thank you. I need a cup.” She took a sip and hummed with pleasure. French coffee was so good!
Although she and Jean-Luc conversed in both French and English, with Yelena, Ella spoke only French. “We had a lovely picnic in a shady park with beautiful wisteria blossoms. It was so nice…” She took another swig of the delicious brew and sighed with contentment. “I discovered something incredible about Jean-Luc. He’s not only an artist, but he’s also a flamenco dancer! He performs at theTablao Flamencotwice a week, and hehas invited both of us to come watch him dance tonight. The show starts at eight, but they serve dinner first. Seating begins at six, so he suggested we arrive about ten minutes early. He said the hostess Élodie will escort us to a reserved table right in front of the stage.” Ella leaned forward, breathless with excitement. “Yelena—he said that tonight, he is dancingfor me. Can you believe it? I can’t wait!” Realizing that Yelena hadn’t even accepted the invitation, Ella asked, “Are you free tonight? Will you come with me?”
Yelena squeezed Ella’s hand. “Of course, I will come with you. I’ve never seen a flamenco performance before. It will be another fascinating story to tell my students when I return to the classroom.”
Ella finished her coffee. “Jean-Luc wants to take me dancing after the show. He offered to fix you up with one of his friends. Would you like to come with us?”
Yelena strolled into the kitchen to rinse out the empty coffee cups. “Thank you for the invitation, but I’m married. And my husband would not appreciate it if I went to a nightclub and danced with another man. No, I’ll pass, but thank you any way.”
“Well, Jean-Luc and I will walk you home after the show. I am so excited—I can’t wait to watch him dance!” Ella stood and smoothed her gypsy skirt. “It’s nearly five, so I’ll head back to my room and get ready. I’ll come get you about five thirty, ok?”
