“Pull you pants zipper down,” he whispered.
“What? I can’t,” she protested in a whisper.
“Do it,” he commanded.
This is insane. This is so taboo.
Fondling her that way with Jacques nearby was asking for trouble. Carla did as she was told, trying to make her movement as inconspicuous as possible.
Falcon’s hand slowly made its way down her belly. His palms stroked hot against her skin. She felt his fingers fumble with her panties before placing his fingers inside. Then he made his way down until his middle finger made contact with her clit.
“Oh, sweet Jesus,” she sighed as he began to stroke her slowly.
Carla instantly felt her knees go weak as she leaned back against him.
Falcon never lost stride as he continued to tell her about the history of the different towns they passed below. All the while, his middle finger stroked and caressed her in a slow torture that was driving her insane. It was surreal- his face that showed nothing of the depraved performance his finger was generating in her body. She couldn’t help the impulse to grind, increasing the friction between his finger and her clit.
“Stop moving,” he warned her.
He increased the pressure making her eyes close on their own. She had no control over her body. A soft moan escaped her lips even before she could stop it.
The thought occurred that Jacques probably knew what they were doing. The French were renowned for their libido. He probably didn’t mind that the master of the house and his architect were getting it on. But at this point Carla really didn’t care.
The heat between her legs amplified, making her more wet to the touch. Each stroke of his finger on her clitoris was like being doused with cold heat. It travelled up and down her body making her shiver. It made the hairs at the back of her neck stand on ends. Carla didn’t know how much longer she could take the sweet agony.
Her breathing was ragged and labored as she whispered, “Oh god, Falcon. I think I’m coming.”
She clamped her lips tight so as not to scream. The back of her hand turned white from gripping the edge of the wicker basket. She gasped for breath, like fish out of water.
“Tell me you want me,” Falcon whispered.
“I want you,” Carla replied, her words coming in short gasps.
“Come for me, baby,” Falcon said.
A wild shudder swept her body as she orgasmed. Falcon held her tight as her body shuddered. He gripped her arms to keep her from flailing. Then he released her casually like nothing happened.
Carla, still breathing hard, pulled her zipper up.
She glanced at him, slouched carelessly on the other side. His eyes glinted in triumph. Carla wanted to push him off the balloon to erase the smirk from his face.
Falcon probably read her mind and stayed where he was for the rest of the journey. Carla shot him dagger looks from where she stood.
As Jacques steered the balloon back to Riquewihr, it suddenly occurred to her that what he did was one-sided pleasure. He got nothing out of it except for the teasing look that never left his face. Carla knew he must have been as turned on as she was.
The hot air balloon hovered over his property before coming to landing. Jacques scrambled for the ropes and tethered it before Carla stepped out.
“Jacques, tell the boys to get the rest of the day off,” she ordered.
Falcon raised a brow when she made the announcement.
“Planning on doing nothing for the rest of the day?” He asked.
Carla waited until Jacques was out of earshot.
“You don’t have an idea what I’ll do to you tonight. I’ll fuck you so hard you won’t remember your mama’s name,” Carla threatened.
She heard the sharp intake of breath as Falcon’s eyes dilated. His lids dropped giving her a brooding look as his nostrils flared in anticipation.
“Let’s not wait for tonight then. Let’s go,” he replied dragging her by the hand.
