to give him access. Then he positions himself behind me and eases himself inside me.
I gasp at the penetration. I’m tight again. Just as tight as before. For a moment it’s uncomfortable, but he pulls out and readjusts, rubbing my ass until I’m fully relaxed and panting against the coverlet.
“How’s this?” he asks, sounding slightly breathless.
I look over my shoulder, surprised at the look of hot, primal possessiveness on his face as his eyes crawl up and down my body and linger on the spot where he’s penetrating me. When he realizes I’m looking, he controls the expression and cocks one eyebrow at me.
I giggle and shift my hips. “Really good. I don’t know if I can come again after all that, but I’m willing to try.”
“That’s all a man can ask for.”
He starts to thrust then, holding on to my hips and pumping fast and steady.
The friction makes me whimper. I tighten my fingers into the bedding again to hold on.
I’ve never had sex in this position before, since we didn’t use it on our previous weekend together, and it doesn’t take long to realize that it’s easier for me to come like this than in missionary. I feel a familiar coil of tension, and it builds as Richard pushes into me and makes soft, sexy grunting sounds with each thrust.
He fucks me like that until I come. I have to hide my face in the covers again so I’m not too loud. Then he leans over farther, bracing himself on the bed. He’s about to lose control. I can feel it. Hear it in the way the sounds he makes get louder. I find the energy to turn my head so I can watch him.
I see that hot, possessive look again, and he doesn’t have the control right now to mask it.
He needs this. Needs me. I might not know why, but I can see it clearly. He’s letting go of something right now—the way I did earlier when he brought me to orgasm.
“Oh fuck,” he rasps. He always gets softer right before he comes. “Gillian. Baby. Oh fuck.” His face contorts as he freezes for just a moment before he lets out a long, husky moan as his body jerks with the spasms of his release.
And I love it.
I love all of it.
I honestly wondered if I’d live my whole life and never get to experience something like this.
After he takes care of the condom, we collapse together on the bed. When we’ve caught our breath and recovered, we talk about what we want to do for the weekend.
We’ve got the rest of today, all of tomorrow, and Sunday morning. We’re in Paris, and I’ve never been here before.
What just happened might have been mind-blowing, but it was also just the prologue.
The weekend is just beginning.
Four
AFTER WE RECOVER FROM our efforts in bed on Friday afternoon, Richard and I walk around, wandering through nearby streets and then having dinner at an amazing little restaurant that Richard says is one of his favorites in Paris.
On Saturday morning, we sleep in and enjoy yummy pastries and coffee in the room before we go out to explore the city. We visit out-of-the-way bookshops, art galleries, and food stores—all kinds of places Richard knows about that aren’t mobbed with tourists. I spend way too much money, and what I won’t buy for myself, he buys for me.
I end up with far too many bags of purchases to haul back to the room. I’m going to have to buy a new suitcase in order to get them home on the plane. I never indulge myself that way, buying pretty trinkets I really don’t need. But every time I hesitate, Richard convinces me to go for it anyway. He has a way of making even the most extravagant purchase seem like a perfectly reasonable thing to consider.
It’s a little worrisome sometimes. That he’s so persuasive. That it’s so hard to say no to him. That he can bend people to his will by nothing more than his smile and a clever turn of phrase. He could be dangerous if he wanted.
He’s not dangerous to me, however, as long as I don’t start to dream of impossible things with him.
We nap on Saturday afternoon and then have sex before we go out again for the evening. Since I’ve never been to Paris before, I want to visit the Louvre. Richard has a friend who works there who can get us in before it opens