Pressing my hands to her thighs, I dust my lips against her skin, close but not quite all the way to her center. The smell of her makes me crazy; it turns me to steel. But as much as I want to devour her, I love the tease. I nip the flesh on her inner thigh, and she moans.
I nibble my way up, as she grabs and tries to pull me to her. Smiling against her thighs, I bite again and whisper, "Bientôt, bientôt, ma petite sirène." Soon, soon, my little mermaid.
“Maintenant, maintenant.”
She’s a magnificent beggar as she says now, now.
I switch to her other thigh, peppering more bites and nibbles along her flesh, then I rub my stubbled jaw along her center, and she arches her back and cries out, my name falling from her lips in a desperate pant.
I’m desperate too. Desperate to taste, touch, have.
I throw in the towel, and turn my face to her wetness, delivering a hungry kiss there.
She moves with me, matching every lick with an arch or a bow of her back, her hands curling tighter around my head. I’m as close as I can be, and I love being surrounded by the evidence of her bliss. She murmurs and moans as my tongue flicks faster. She lets her knees fall open wider, like she wants to spread them as far as she can.
She’s so open, so surrendered, so completely unabashed in her sensuality. I can barely take it, and I swear I’m not just licking her. I crave her so damn much that I’m fucking her with my tongue, devouring her with my mouth. She cries out, arching her back high and shuddering as she comes on my lips, her taste flooding my tongue, her sexy scent filling my head.
She moans for ages, saying my name, panting wildly, and making incoherent sensual sounds that I want to bottle and listen to again and again. I could get addicted to the way she comes, how she lets go so completely. She makes me want to give her orgasms over and over—she makes me want to give her everything.
For a moment, that thought terrifies me. This should be just sex. I know that’s all that we’re having. But somewhere along the way, it’s started to feel more than just physical. It’s started to feel like something else entirely.
I need to shake off those thoughts. We have a deal, and sex is part of that deal.
I stand, strip off my shirt and trousers, and get down to nothing, reminding myself that just because she’s easy to fall for, that doesn’t mean it would be wise to let go.
She props herself on her elbows and stares at my cock. “Well, I think you’ll be more fun to ride than the eagle.”
Laughing, I say, “I should hope so.”
“Hey, the eagle was a lot of fun.”
“Then get on me and let’s see how I compare.” I flop beside her. We already had the safety talk and decided we could go bare, so she straddles me and positions herself over my length. She rubs her thumb along the head, sliding over a bead of liquid that she brings to her mouth. She sucks it off, closing her eyes, as if she’s tasting the most delicious thing ever.
Holy fuck. I’ve seen nothing sexier in my whole life than my wife savoring me.
I blink away that word.
Elise.
Elise.
Elise.
But she’s also my wife for the next three months, and that turns me on in some base, filthy, and wonderful way. “I want to fuck my wife.”
“I want to fuck my husband,” she says, just as fiercely.
My breath hisses as she takes me in hand and rubs me against her. I groan at the extraordinary feel, then I grunt loudly as she lowers herself onto my shaft, sending sparks of electricity through my body.
Sliding down, she takes me all the way. Pleasure ripples through me as she rises up. My gaze drifts to where we meet, and my dick throbs harder as I watch us, the way she takes me in, then how I slide nearly all the way out.
My hands grip her hips tightly as she rocks, taking her time at first, then finding a faster rhythm. I run my hands up and down her body, over her belly, cupping her breasts, memorizing her everywhere.
I settle a hand between her legs, my fingers stroking, and in seconds, she’s shaking and shuddering on me. She falls forward, slamming her hands to my shoulders, her body trembling as she whispers savagely, “I’m coming.”
I didn’t need the heads-up. I could tell. But it’s so erotic, so incredibly sexy to hear her say it unbidden, like the sensation is so intense she had to voice it, that I fuck up into her harder, thrusting faster. As she comes down from her high, I flip us, so she’s on her back. I hike her legs over my shoulders and drive deep into her again.
She ropes her hands around my neck, urging me on. “Come with me.”
I’m nearly there, and the thought that she might come again is nearly too much. “Can you? Come again?”
She nods. “I think so. Just keep doing that. Keep doing everything.”
Her eyes don’t stray from mine, and the connection between us is so intense, so electric. I’m not sure at all why, or where it’s coming from, but it’s wholly new and completely fantastic to feel this sort of ecstasy racing through every cell in my body.
Her eyes flutter closed, and her lips fall open, and her face turns into a picture of exquisite bliss as she trembles and lets out the neediest, sexiest moan I’ve ever heard, chasing it with a wild yes, yes, yes.
Whatever teasing, whatever fun and games have existed between us, are gone, and a raw, honest desire is all that’s left. And it’s all I need to join her. Her pleasure flips the final switch in me. I thrust deep and hard, coming inside my wife, the pleasure blotting out the warning sign in my head that tells me not to develop any feelings for her.
Correction—any more feelings.
22ELISE
“And that’s how I envision Durand Media marketing the Luxe Hotel’s new European resort locations.”
The CEO, Nate Harper, leans back in his leather chair in the boardroom at his Place de la Madeleine offices, steepling his fingers. “Tell me, what do you see as the single biggest marketing challenge in entering the new marketplaces?”
I push up my glasses, and I answer with confidence. “The biggest challenge is also the biggest opportunity. It’s reaching millennials, who will then become loyalists. But we need to connect with them first, and I’m prepared to,” I say, detailing more of how my agency can reach that key market for his hotel.
