Chapter 8
We made it past thetop of the stairs this time, but barely.In a frenzy of mouth fucking and gropes, Olivier’s back slammed against one of the other doors in the hallway that leads to our room.With my legs wrapped around him, my back slams against the next.Luckily no one answers.
Our door is opened, but I’m not even sure it was closed before I landed on the mattress with my shirt half off and my jeans half down.Jumping up, I practically tear my clothes off as fast as he does.
“Top bed,” he demands.
I scurry up the wooden ladder with him hot on my tail.He lies down and I settle on top of him as he rolls on a condom.As soon as he’s ready, I slide slowly down.Once I’m settled, his head drops back, his eyes close and he swears, “Putain.”
Placing my hands flat against the ceiling, I move, slowly picking up my pace.Deep.Filling.Spurring me on to want him deeper, I drop my weight and move rhythmically on top of him.
With him, my head clears and a singular goal replaces my daily concerns.Instinctually, I press down, the chase beginning.With my eyes closed, I say, “You feel so good.Make me come, baby.”
My hips are grabbed and all movement stops.Slowly opening my eyes, I look down at him.His eyes are open and focused.“You called me baby.”
After swallowing hard, the words come rushing out, “I’m sorry.”
“No.”
“No?”
“Don’t be sorry.”His grip loosens.“I liked it.”
“You did?”I lean down and kiss him.
“I did.I like this.”His voice goes quieter when he says, “I like you.”
“I like you too.”I sit up again.“Baby.”His hips jerk and I begin moving again.He makes me feel so much that I’m not used to, new sides of myself that I like.Going after what I want sexually is a first with him and he makes me feel confident.“I want you on top.”
Leaning down we kiss again.With our bodies joined, we roll over until he’s on top.He runs his hands from my hips to my knees, he pushes them up, opening me for him.He begins moving as soon as we’re reunited again.
I can’t stop myself from watching him.His strong jaw is defined when his head is back.His Adam’s apple hits heavy with each swallow.Olivier’s chest could rival Michelangelo’s statue of David—hard and defined, but smooth to the touch.When he looks down, his blue eyes pierce my greens and in this moment, I actually consider his earlier offer.I close my eyes to get perspective, but he can’t be ignored as my orgasm courses through me and I call out, “Olivier!”
He drops his arms to the bed on either side of me and pushes hard, thrusting with strength.After I raise my hands to the bed railing above me, he continues as I hold myself solid in place.Two grunts and a “Merde” later, he collapses on top of me, both of us breathless and panting.Kissing my collarbone, he murmurs against my skin, “Reste.Stay.”He looks me in the eyes, his gaze weighted with more than I have a feeling he’ll admit.It speaks to my heart in wordless observations and contentment.“I want you to stay with me here in Paris.”
Despite being tired, I smile.How can I not when looking at him and feeling his deepest emotions?“Where would we live?Here at the hostel?”
“We’ll find an apartment.”
“I have no money saved.I spent it all coming here.”
“We’ll live off love.”
“You make it sound so easy.”
“Let’s not over think or complicate what’s good between us.”
He moves away and pulls the covers over me, then covers himself.“C’mere.”His arm is outstretched and I happily fill the opening.
“So love is all we need?”I ask.
“Love.Sex.Food.Drinks.Air.I think that covers the basic necessities,” he says, chuckling.
“Pretty much.”I close my eyes, exhaustion settling into my body.“I’m so sleepy.”
