I loved the feel of her next to me, pressed against the wall, stripped completely naked and dripping for me. I still had on my clothes. I held her down, fastened her to the wall with my hand. Some other time I’d play with her, enjoy how crazy I made her. Tease and coax and make her feel every inch my plaything. But not right now. Right now I needed to bury myself in her.
With my other hand, I angled her hips. “I’m going to fuck you up against this wall, Ana.” My cock at her wet, hot entrance, I could already feel how much she needed me. She moaned in response, licking her lips, her gorgeous breasts thrust up at me as I pinned her hard against the wall.
Then, in one long, strong stroke, I plunged into her, my full, hard length. Fuck it felt so good to sheath myself in her, her tight, wet heat, quivering and made for me. I wasn’t going to go easy on her. I needed this like a panther needed a meal. Keeping her pinned, I used my other hand to cup her ass.
“Wrap your legs around me. This is gonna get rough.” She did as she was told, winding her long, sexy legs around me, spreading herself open. And I began to fuck her, pounding into her, fucking her hard up against the wall, using the hard surface to work more friction into it. I ground into her, mercilessly, bruising her hips, grunting as I drove into her deep again and again.
“Yes!” she called out, hoarse, guttural, unable to move her hands. She closed her eyes, tossed her head to the side, taking my thrusts with wild, animal abandon.
“Feel how deep I am in you!” I commanded more than asked, wanting her every thought consumed by me. “How deep I fuck you.” I rocketed into her, filling her to the hilt, her wet depths taking me in all the way. I could already feel the tension in my balls, the need to come driving me to pump into her harder, more frenzied.
“Ash!” She dug her heels into my thighs, spreading her legs as wide as she could, angling herself into me so she could take all of my cock all of the time. She shoved her pussy onto my shaft, matching my thrusts, as crazed as me. Her tits jiggled each time I slammed into her. I shook her entire body with my force.
I could feel it build in her, the tension, the shudders. She was close, too.
“Are you going to come for me, Ana?” I positioned her hips so I hit her just right, my cock smashing into her clit every time I plunged into her. She couldn’t even answer me she was so close. All that came out of her mouth were cries of need, desperate, raw. Sweaty now, I crashed into her again and again, fucking her at a brutal speed, pounding into her like I’d never before.
“Look at me when you come!” I commanded. At my order she opened her eyes and came all over my cock. Wild, pulsing, she screamed and looked straight at me as she gave me everything she had, her pussy clutching my cock, squeezing me, milking me until I came, too. Rocketing deep into her, I came and came, shooting into her like I’d die if I didn’t get out every drop.
I dropped my hands to her ass and supported her weight. She was jelly, collapsing between me and the wall, unable to speak, unable to stand. I’d fucked her senseless.
With a deep sense of male satisfaction, I picked up my well-fucked woman and carried her over to the bed. Reluctantly, I withdrew from her so I could place her down gently. I removed my condom and then joined her on the bed, holding her to me.
“Oh my God, Ash,” she managed, nuzzling into me, her eyes already closing.
“You’re mine, Ana. I’ll never let anyone hurt you again.” I made her crazy promises I was just crazy enough to keep.
“Yes, Ash,” she murmured, so at peace in my arms. I stroked her hair, wondering at her softness. Everything about her, her thighs, her lips, her heart. She had such a kind heart, opening it to me. What had I ever done to deserve her goodness? She’d spent the adult years of her life studying for degrees, maintaining a tight bond with her family, helping children discover a love of reading by day, a love of music by night.
What had I done with my life thus far? Strut around on a stage in leather pants. Trash hotel rooms and have what I’d thought was great sex with groupies.
What an ass I’d been. I didn’t know how, but I promised myself, I’d become a better man for her. Even with the heavy burden of my thoughts, after the stress of the night and the burst of release, we both fell into a deep sleep.
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Late on our last day in Paris, we awakened in our hotel room, a tangle of limbs. I couldn’t even get enough of her while we slept. I reached for her, wanted her splayed over my chest, wanted my thigh hooked over hers. Mine.
I ordered us room service. My Ana loved her some chocolate croissants. I kissed away the buttery flakes from her lips, using the excuse to lick and taste. Even that playful flirtation left us both breathless.
We didn’t even have two weeks left of this arrangement, this fake romance turned real. She was supposed to break up with me in ten days. I couldn’t let that happen. I needed her like I needed to breathe.
But I didn’t want to scare the poor girl. I was half-insane over her, but that wasn’t exactly appealing, now was it? A nice girl like Ana, she needed stable and secure. A man who could provide, not tantrum in hotel rooms. I’d see what I could do about being that for her.
We were in Paris, after all, arguably the most fashionable city in the world. It was our last day and she hadn’t bought herself a single thing. Of course, I was the one with the money. How had I managed to not take her shopping?
I took her to the areas I knew about, the Rue des Francs-Bourgeois, the Rue St. Honore, and of course the Galleries Lafayette. But getting this girl to spend my money was work.
“I don’t need it, Ash,” she protested, standing there looking hotter than hell in a slinky dress.
“Sure you do.” I didn’t want to overwhelm her, tell her that was exactly the kind of thing she’d need to wear out with me as we kept right on going as a couple month after month, year after year. You couldn’t spring that on someone, surprise them with the announcement that you felt that way. Hell, I wasn’t even used to feeling that way. I never had before.
So, instead, I took her shoe shopping. I had more success when it came to shoes. The art, the whimsy, the unique designs, her eyes lit up as she looked around at all the choices. I wasn’t exactly a connoisseur of women’s shoes, but even I knew that Parisians really took shoe design to the next level.
“How do people even walk in these?” she asked, holding up a pair of boots with an intricate flower-and-vine pattern woven into the leather. “They’re pieces of art.”
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bsp; “So are you,” I told her. Smarmy compliments had never felt more honest coming out of my mouth. “Let me get them for you.”
She finally relented over a couple of pairs, not nearly enough, but something. The flash of delight in her eyes made it so worth it.
“Thank you, Ash. I’ll always think of you when I wear them.” Why did she sound forlorn as she said that, as if we were about to say goodbye? Like she’d be wearing them day after day without me in her life? I wasn’t going anywhere.
I got a call from Lola and let it go through to voicemail. But I listened to it while we strolled down yet another perfect avenue. “I love all the drama,” Lola congratulated me. “I love how you’re pretending to hide and get pissed off with all the attention. This is going so well. I think we’re talking Super Bowl halftime again here, Ash. Keep it up. You’ve found a goldmine in that girl. She should be a professional actress. Are you sure she’s not?”
Lola really had a way with words. With only a few, she could sew seeds of doubt. I looked at Ana, so pretty, so innocent, and I actually wondered. Was she faking it all? Could she be playing me, the one taking me for a ride?
But then she looked up at me and smiled, so real and full, and I couldn’t doubt her. It was Lola’s worldview where everyone used and got used. That had been mine, too. It just took some time to get used to something so new, so radically opposed to what I’d known my whole life.
“Thank you.” Ana leaned up to me and kissed me. Nothing more than a chaste kiss. Even if photographers caught that one, it could still grace the covers of magazines in grocery stores without moms wanting to shield their children’s eyes. But it set my motor running.
“Want to head back to the hotel?” I knew I was a beast, that my appetite for her went way beyond normal. It was our last day in Paris and there was much more of the city to see. There was no way she really wanted to hole up with me until our flight took off, but I couldn’t help but ask. I needed her again. All that waiting outside changing rooms while she tried on clothing, only popping out every now and then to show me how sexy and seductive she looked in something she then refused to let me buy. It had been a slow tease, knowing she kept stripping down to her bra and panties again and again. Without me there to enjoy it. Now I needed to enjoy it.