“I"m enjoying it immensely,” he said. Electra turned and looked down at him, only to find his gaze on her derriere instead of up ahead.
Turning around, her hands ineffectually covered her bottom. “You…!” she sputtered, laughing at his lascivious expression. “Do you have a one track mind?” she asked.
He took the last two steps separating them and pinned her against the wall. “When you"re cute little bottom is right in front of me, yes. I can only think of one thing. That"s taking you into my arms, my hands cradling your bottom as I push myself into your softness,” he said and his mouth covered hers, his teeth biting her bottom lip, then sucking it gently. “Any other questions?” he asked, one hand covering her bottom just the way he"d described it a moment before.
She was still breathless, but now for a different reason, the stairs and close hallway forgotten as his mouth covered hers.
“ Toujour amour!” a voice said from slightly below them on the stairs. Electra pulled away from him quickly, her face turning red as she realized their kiss was holding up about ten students who were also climbing the stairs to the top.
She smiled and turned quickly away, heading up the stairs with more purpose. When they reached the top, she was excited to see the traffic below and around them. And when Dharr"s arms wrapped around her from behind, she smiled into his laughing eyes, her hair whipping around them.
“Was the climb worthwhile?” he asked in his husky, sexy deep voice.
She laughed. “Absolutely,” she replied.
They strolled through Notre Dame, Montmartre and he even bought her a chocolate crepe which was made by a street vendor while they watched, although she suspected the only reason he bought it for her was so he could lick the chocolate off her face when she was finished. Electra didn"t mind at all except for the fact that, when he was finished sensuously cleaning her face, she wanted him to finish satisfying her. Between the kiss in the Champs Elysee and the chocolate crepe, she was desperate for him in a way she"d never felt about any other man.
After a lovely lunch at a sidewalk café, he announced, “Now that we"ve been to all of your choices, the afternoon is mine.” Without explaining where they were going, he pulled her into the limousine that had been driving them all over the city and took her to a very pretty little boutique. But inside, the store was filled with lingerie, some of it made up completely of lace in all different colors, others in satin, corsets, demi bras, all types of panties. Dharr when through the store with an assistant and pointed to the various items he wanted, choosing so many colors and styles Electra could barely remember them all. When the items were packed up, paid for and stored in the limousine, Electra was both excited and nervous about what he might expect.
“Now where do we go?” she asked, eagerly anticipating his possible answers. Would he want to go somewhere else to shop? She desperately hoped not. Electra was so turned on at the prospect of wearing some of her new under things she could barely think.
“Now we go home,” he said with a gleam in his eyes that Electra couldn"t misinterpret.
Back at the apartment, the chauffer carried all the packages into the beautiful living room and left quietly. Dharr picked up box after box, obviously searching for something particular. She almost gasped when he stopped, having found what he was looking for. The set of black lace suspended from his fingers, the little pieces of nothing dangling on his index finger as he approached. “These first,” he said and, after handing them to her, sat down on the sofa, relaxed as if he were about to watch a football game.
Electra smiled tentatively, more turned on than she wanted to admit. “I"ll be right back,” she said.
She slipped into the bedroom and came out a few minutes later wearing the black lace. The bra barely covered her nipples and the underwear barely covered her bottom but she felt pretty and sexy as she sauntered out in front of him. She tried to pretend she was just a fashion model doing her job, but when his eyes lit up at her appearance, she could no longer feign casualness any longer. She wanted to feel his hands on her and press herself into his hard planes. But he only sat there, his