“I’m never going to fit in there.” Those words make me feel far too smug, and Mia laughs.
“You do have a big head, don’t you?” She crosses the room to the chaise, and kneels between my legs. “I guess we’ll have to try something else.”
I’m so fucking willing to pay the enormous cleaning bill for ruining the Eiffel Tower suite’s chaise, and the carpet, and everything else that has champagne land on it as Mia pours it over my hard cock. Because when her mouth descends on me, licking and sucking up every drop, her throat vibrating as she moans, nothing else bloody matters.
“Mmm, this is delicious,” she murmurs, pouring over more champagne and sending stars into my vision as she wraps her mouth around one of my balls. She sucks gently, curling her hand around my stiff length, her eyes on me the whole time.
Holy fucking shit.
She works her way back up my shaft with her tongue, then takes me back in her mouth, her head bobbing as she sucks. Her tongue flicks over my head with every movement, and the heat of her mouth and the coolness of the champagne mingle to have my head swimming.
I thread my fingers through her hair as she continues to move up and down, taking me so deep that her throat strangles my tip. I should stop her, make her come first, but she’s sucking so hard and my orgasm is teetering so close, I don’t want her to stop.
Fine. She can make me come and then I’ll spend an hour eating her cunt.
She starts sucking harder, faster, and I swear my heart is about to pound its way right out between my ribs.
“Mia, fuck, yes, just like that. Oh my god.” My stomach tenses, liquid flame coursing through my groin. “Mia, Mia,fuck.”
I groan loudly as I come in her mouth, hot and endless. My muscles spasm, and I suck in one breath after another as she licks up every drop of my release. Finally she releases me, running her lips along the underside of my cock and grinning at me.
“You taste excellent with champagne.” She gets to her feet and shuffles off her panties, discarding them on the floor beside the bottle of champagne.
I sit up and bury my face in her cunt, breathing her in, and Mia’s fingers rake through my hair. My tongue seeks out her clit, and I lift one of her legs to rest on my thigh, to open her up. She tastes so good, she feels so good, but I need more. I need to bury myself in her, I need to feast on her because this small taste is just never enough.
She lets out a soft yelp as I sling an arm around her waist and settle her down on the floor. Stretched out under the glimmering lights of the Eiffel Tower, she looks magical. Like a goddess. Like the greatest agony I’ll ever experience, because she’s mine and I want everyone to know that she is. But for now, I satisfy myself with plunging my tongue inside her, drawing moans and gasps from her mouth as my tongue works her clit.
“Dom,” she whimpers. “Oh god, that feels so good.”
I shoulder her thighs apart further, so all that sweet, pink, swollen flesh is laid bare for me, and I look down on it like it’s something holy, something to revere.
“You’re so beautiful,” I mutter, one finger straying inside her. Her back arches from the floor, and I add a second finger, lowering my mouth back to her clit.
I fuck her with my fingers, and my lips, and my tongue, savouring every movement, every sound she makes. Her legs shake, and her hips roll her against my face. The pulse inside her starts softly, but then it beats against my fingers. With a scream, her nails clawing at my scalp, she unravels.
But I don’t stop. I keep eating, like a man starved, and she whimpers and cries out but doesn’t beg me to stop. I groan into her sweet cunt as I grind my hardening cock against the floor, and if I leave stains there too, I don’t care. I’ll buy the damn hotel if I have to.
I want to come inside her, but she’s so close to giving me one more sweet orgasm with my lips wrapped around her clit. I need it. I need it so I know she’s mine, so I know that everything we’ve become to each other is real.
I’m a fool, an old stupid lovedrunk fool, but when she comes against my mouth for a second time, it’s sweeter than anything I’ve ever tasted before. She cries out, her fingers carving lines in the carpet, and I rise to my knees, positioning myself at her entrance. I lean down over her, dragging my mouth along her jawline, and with a jolt of my hips, I’m inside her.
Her back arches even more, and she lets out a strangled curse. Even wet like this, she’s tight, and I curse myself for not being gentle.
But when I move to pull back, she shakes her head, legs slinging around my hips to pull me in close.
“I need you to fuck me, please.” She angles her head to look at me, taking my face in her hands. “Not gentle, alright? Fuck me like you own me.”
Holy shit. I think that’s the hottest thing a woman has ever said to me.
So I do. I fuck her hard, her nipples dragging against my chest and her hips rocking her against me so I hit her clit as Ipunch inside her. She moans and cries out, holding on to me like she’s afraid to let go.
And fucking hell, so am I. I push my hands in under her back, crushing her against me, burying myself inside her. She gasps into the crook of my neck, then whimpers, pressing her lips against my skin. Her shaky moan tells me she’s close again, and I clench my teeth to hold off, to sink into that feeling of her coming again.
And when she does, I can’t hold back. I pump into her climax, forcing myself back inside her until I’m spent, until I’ve filled her to the brim and spilled out over her thighs. She’s shaking, gasping for breath, still clutching onto me.
I roll us so she’s on top, not wanting to crush her against the hard floor with my weight, but make sure I stay inside her. I’m not giving that up just yet. She slumps against my chest, panting. It feels like we lie there for hours, suspended in the euphoria of what we just did.
I know now that I love her. I won’t say that yet, it’s too soon. It’s not right. But lying here on the floor in a hotel in Paris, I know my stupid, foolish self has fallen for the last woman on earth I should have ever fallen for. It’s too late. I’m done. Whatever comes now, I know my stupid old heart belongs to her.
