She watches like I’m unwrapping a Christmas present.
I step out of my underwear, and she gasps.
I stroke myself. I’m hard. Achingly so. But I’m in no rush. I want to take my time, I want to?—
“Putain de merde?*,” I groan when she wraps her small, warm hand around my shaft.
“Let me taste you,” she purrs.
This time, she’s the one who gets on her knees. I’m mesmerized as her tongue darts out and licks the bead of precum on my glistening tip.
I won’t last, I think desperately, as she takes me in her mouth, her lips stretching around my girth. It’s been a long time since someone gave me a blowjob. I can’t remember the last time…I think it was in Athens, but even with a gun to my head, I wouldn’t be able to recollect the face of the woman who had given it to me.
It didn’t feel like this.
Nothing has ever felt like this.
Sex with Simone had been perfunctory, missionary. She thought it was crass for meto eat her, so I didn’t. She thought it was disgusting for her to suck me off, so I didn’t ask. We had sex, and it was…whateverit was.
All thoughts of my ex-wife dissipate as Tara sucks me hard, her tongue swirling around the head of my erection before she takes me deeper.
I hit the back of her throat, and I worry I’m going to spill into her mouth.
“Tara,chérie…you have to….”
She looks up at me, her lips slick and swollen, her eyes sinfully aroused. “I have to what?”
“I….” My chest heaves. I stroke her cheek. She’s so beautiful, this woman with her warm eyes and talented tongue. “I don’t want to come in your mouth.”
She grins. “No?
It’s incongruous to feel this strange happiness at the mischief in her voice. This is how sex is supposed to be. Light-hearted fun, not a warzone, not a duty…buteasypleasure.
I used to have that…before Simone…before marriage.
“I want to be inside you,” I murmur.
“You can be inside me the next time,” she suggests, and then, as she watches me, she draws me in.
I’ll remember this for the rest of my life, I know.
This one-night stand is one for the history books. But she’s wrong. I want the first time I release with her to be inside her tight pussy. I want to feel her orgasm around me.
I stand her up and lift her. “Next time…I’ll come in your mouth.”
She wraps her legs around my waist as I carry her into the bedroom of the suite, and lay her on the bed with a view of Paris right outside the large windows.
I turn on the bedside lamp and open the drawer under it.
I know my hotel. I know that the suite is stocked with condoms right by the bed. In the bathroom, you’ll find tampons, razors for men and women, dental floss…anything a traveler may require.
“You okay?” I ask as I unwrap a condom.
“Yes.” She’s flushed. I can see her face in the gentle lamplight.
“You’re beautiful.” I slide the condom on.
It’s true. She is.
