Her nipples are red and elongated. They always respond so beautifully when they’re played with, and she knows I’ve got such a fetish for them.
Some nights, I suckle her for hours, until they’re so red and swollen I have to come on them and rub it in to soothe them.
I have balm that I purchased for her, because I don’t want them to crack or get sore, but I swear I can’t leave them alone.
Bending down, I cover her nipple with my lips, sucking her deep into my mouth. Pressing the hard bullet against the roof, I run my tongue under it and around. Vani shivers and her fingers go back to rubbing my cock through my pants, barely putting any pressure and making this a very slow build.
She teases me this way for what feels like forever, until she rubs at my head, around the top, and then dips her finger into the slit, pushing some of the fabric of my briefs hard against me.
I feel it start.
My spine tingles, my face too. Hell, even my scalp tingles as a slow but deep and delicious orgasm rolls over me.
I pant into her tits as the waves wash over me and my seed spills against my boxer briefs, probably wetting them and the cashmere.
Fuck my life, this woman will be the death of me.
It’s a good job I have some spare clothes to change into in my carry on.
Taking her face in my hands, I kiss her hard, pushing my tongue into her mouth as I pump out one last dribble of cum.
When we break apart, she’s panting as hard as I am. As if she’s come, too.
How did we managed to find this amazing, sensual woman? I thank the heavens every single day for her.
“Petite sorciere,” I say softly.
She raises one brow.
“Little sorceress,” I clarify. “Our little witch. You have me under your spell. And now I have to change my pants.”
CHAPTER 5
Lex
I knowSaint and Zane have fucked around with Vani, but I don’t demand my turn—at least not yet. I’ve already decided I will wait and claim her for my own on the flight home instead. It will make a long, boring journey so much more interesting.
Anyway, she’s sleeping now, or she was the last time I checked. All curled up on her seat, looking utterly adorable. I’ve dozed on and off, and both Saint and Zane slept, probably because they both had orgasms, the lucky bastards. Thanks to Vani.
I love that woman so fucking much it hurts. We’ve all been through so much together it’s convinced me this thing between all of us was meant to be.
The pilot announces we’re about to begin our descent, and I quickly check Vani has her safety belt on, then fasten my own.
Slowly, the blue sky gives way to a thick layer of cloud as we circle Paris, descending in an arc, winding our way to Charles De Gaulle Airport. The green landscape is lush and flat as we hover like a huge metal bird over the far outskirts of the city.
The airport is over ten miles from the center of Paris, and Saint has booked us a limo to take us to the rental house. The wheels hit the tarmac as the airplane touches down, and once itcomes to a stop, I stretch my legs out, anticipating the moment when I can stand and walk around.
My mouth is dry from the air-con system, and I would love a shower and a beer.
The pilot says his bit, thanking us all for traveling with them and wishing us all a very happy Christmas and best wishes for the new year. We grab our bags from the overhead lockers, Zane taking Vani’s for her, and exit the plane.
We head through customs and passport control—where it’s all very serious, and there isn’t so much as a nod as to what time of year it is—and wait for our bags.
Smirking as the first of our bags appears, I shake my head. Saint tied a fucking Gucci scarf around each bag, so we could “identify” them from the other people’s on the carousel. God, he’s such a dick sometimes.
Then we head through the gate and enter the landside portion of the airport. A man in a sharp suit is waiting, and he holds up a sign that readsLaurant. Saint’s and my surname.
We stride his way, and he greets us politely before leading us outside to where the car is waiting. Bags stowed in the trunk, we clamber into the back of the limo to take the short ride into the city.
