Each touch sent electric tingles straight to my core. My panties were soaking wet. I was aroused in ways I didn’t know were possible.
Florin knelt before me, pushing my skirt up to my hips. He pulled down my soaking wet panties to my ankles and I sat there on the table naked, except my dress crumpled around my waist, my pantyhose stockings and my high heels.
I realized suddenly that we were out in the open. And I didn’t care.
His mouth found my gleaming clit and I gasped. He used his tongue in ways that made my legs shake. He found places I didn’t even know could be aroused. Each intoxicating suction sent waves of pleasure through my entire body.
With each movement of his tongue, my hands clutched tighter in his hair. My legs trembled. My eyes rolled back.
“Oh God,” I whimpered. “Oh God, Florin—”
He worked me higher and higher until I reached a peak I didn’t know existed. My entire body clenched, then released in a gush of pleasure so intense I cried out in a whimper.
I was covered in goosebumps. My breasts were bouncing with each suction. My legs were moving involuntarily in rhythm with what Florin was doing to me.
I was bare and raw and exposed to all of Paris, and it only made it better.
When Florin finally lifted his face, it was glistening. He smiled—satisfied, proud. “Oh, you’re delicious, Amelia.”
He stood and unzipped his jeans. I watched, still catching my breath, as he revealed himself.
He was big. The sight of him made me weak in my knees. My body was ready, eager, desperate to take him in.
He pulled out a condom and I watched him roll it on, mesmerized by the size of him.
“Do you want me?” he asked, his voice rough with desire.
“I want you so bad,” I breathed. “I want you to fuck me.”
He lifted me by my thighs and positioned me over him. For a moment I was scared. Would I be able to take all of him?
But he’d prepared me so well with his mouth that when he enteredme, I slid onto him easily. He filled me completely, reaching places that had never been touched before.
He pounded into me there on the balcony, Paris glittering around us. I wound my fingers tight in his hair and we moved together in a delicious rhythm.
He made me curse and sweat with each thrust. With each movement, I felt him deeper inside me, and I wrapped my legs tighter around him.
Another orgasm built, even more intense than the first. When it hit, I screamed and cursed, not caring who heard.
“That was heaven,” I gasped when I could finally speak.
“Just being with you is heaven for me, Amelia,” Florin said softly, zipping himself up.
After we’d straightened our clothes as much as possible, we had another glass of wine in the main salon.
The violinist had packed up. The staff had discreetly disappeared. It was just the two of us, floating down the Seine as Paris slept.
Too soon, we were docking. Florin drove me home, his hand resting possessively on my thigh the entire way.
I pulled out my phone and saw multiple messages from Mark.
Where are you?
Are you safe?
Should I pick you up?
And the most recent, from just a minute ago:Please respond, Amelia. I’m waiting for you at home.
