He shakes his head. “Not Cody.”
I know what he wants from me. “Daddy,” I say, as filthy as I can.
He lets out a deep groan and buries his face in my crotch again. For a moment, I find myself thinking how strange it is that I was fucked before I had anyone’s mouth on my cock, but it doesn’t matter. I’m just glad it’s him doing all of it.
My mind goes blank when he swallows me whole and starts licking and sucking like he’s on a mission. This time, he doesn’t stop until I’m shaking and kicking. Before long, his mouth, along with his thumb rubbing my hole, pushes me over the edge. I burst, gratefully unleashing my load into his mouth, and he eagerly catches every drop of it.
I’m scraping at the bedsheets and the headrest, losing my mind with pleasure. The knowledge that I’m coming in his mouth only makes it better. What a wonderful mouth it is. I can’t wait to see what else it can do, and to have it repeat what it just did to me countless times.
It’s probably a good thing Cody and I will have to go to work at some point, because otherwise I would never let him leave this bed.
When the feelings subside, I can hear Cody swallow a few times beneath me. He wipes his mouth and scoots up, placing himself on top of me. “How was that?”
“Fantastique,mon chéri,” I feel as though I’m grinning like a maniac, panting heavily as I lean up to kiss him. I can taste myself on him, and the room smells like sex already. I absolutely love it.
***
That night, we make love several more times, driving each other crazy with various parts of our bodies. When I wake up from a nap, I have no clue what time it is, and I’m lying on cum-covered sheets. For me, this is the best life. Making love all night, sleeping, and waking up naked in a room that smells of sex, lying next to a person I love and trust... this is where I’m most happy. And once we’re ready to get out of bed, we can have a late breakfast and talk. I feel like we should.
“Have I ever told you about the town I grew up in?” I ask him about an hour later. We’re sitting at the table, eating a croissant from a nearby bakery with a glass of fresh orange juice. For dessert, we’ll have the two pieces of lemon cake I made at the shop. “And why I want to go back?”
“No,” Cody replies after swallowing a bite and putting his croissant on the plate. “What’s it called again?”
“Well, I was born in a small town called Saint Claude. It isn’t much, but it’s fairly close to the most beautiful city in the world, called Besançon. Do you know it?”
Cody shakes his head. “I heard you mention it, but I don’t know it.”
“That’s probably because it’s not the first go-to city for tourists. It’s not as well known as Lille, Nice, or Marseille, for example. Which I think is good. Besançon is not as crowded, everything there is beautiful, and the people there are very nice. I... I want to show you. That’s where I want to live, and that’s what I wanted you to agree to when I proposed.”
The slight furrow of Cody’s brow isn’t promising. “Where is this town?” he asks.
To answer his question, I grab my phone and look up a map of France, showing it to him once I’ve found it. I must admit, location-wise, it’s not ideal. It’s in Eastern France, about a five-hour drive from Paris, and not close to any large cities. However, France has a high-speed train, which can shorten the commuteto Paris by two hours and comes with the benefit of not having to drive through the chaos of the metropolitan city.
I’ll mention those things once we discuss the details of what I hope will be our future.
“So, it looks quite far from Brussels,” he says. “A bit closer to Paris, but still far, and pretty close to Switzerland. It... could work. Maybe.”
Hope builds inside me. “Do you have to go to Switzerland a lot for work?”
“Not at the moment, but maybe that will change if I move.”
I’m clinging to the possibility, silently praying he’ll agree. “And can you work from home?”
“Yes. I’m a Risk Manager, which involves analyzing, reviewing documents, and monitoring operations, which I can do remotely. I mean, I’ll have to be at headquarters occasionally, and sometimes I need to visit clients, but yes, I can work from home.”
“The headquarters inBruxelles?”
He lets out a soft huff. “I love how you say Brussels. Or anything French, for that matter.”
I chuckle and decide to add to it. “Je pourrais t’accompagner. Do you know what that means?”
“You’ll accompany me?”
“Oui. I could go toBruxelleswith you or Paris whenever I can.” Intentionally, I pronounce the cities in French, and in response, his lips part and he takes a soft breath. A promising sign, as it’s combined with the love I see in his eyes. “If your employer pays for a hotel room, it should be easy to sneak a second person in if it’s a double room.” I smirk, leaning in closer and flirtatiously placing my hand on his shoulder. “And that way, when you come back to the hotel after a long day of work, we can dive right into bed, and I can relieve you from all that stress.”
He groans softly. “That does sound good.”
“I could work in a cake shop. We could spend more time together. And you’ll love Besançon. I just know it.”
