Fling in Paris (5 page)

“Oh God, please don’t stop! Oh Roberto, I’m going to come!” she sobbed, her hands fisting in the bedcovers as he pleasured her with his mouth. It felt so fucking good she knew that she was going to die if he stopped. He sucked hard on her clit then, and she exploded in the most violent orgasm she’d ever experienced. Her scream echoed off the walls as wave after wave of mind-numbing pleasure slammed into her. She couldn’t breathe, couldn’t speak, couldn’t do anything except ride it, and it terrified her as much as it excited her.

She’d barely come back to earth when Roberto rose up over her, gripping her hips as he repositioned them. “I can’t wait any longer,” he growled, then plunged his cock into her.

“Oh my God,” she moaned as he filled her. “That’s good. God that’s good. You’re so thick and hard.”

“Fuck, you’re tight,” he groaned, leaning down to tongue her ear. “So fucking tight.” He was afraid he was going to come right then and there, and he couldn’t allow that. He wanted to see those lovely dark eyes go blind with pleasure again. Agonizingly slow, he pulled his cock out until just the head was left inside, then slammed it back into her, the pleasure heightened as he watched her eyes widen, her head snap back, her lips part as a strangled moan escaped them.

Her cell phone, sitting next to them rang; he snatched it up, tossed it away, and Sherry didn’t stop him, couldn’t stop him. He repeated the motion, pulling out slowly and slamming himself into her, over and over again, wanting to drag it out, to drive both of them crazy with need.

“Please, Roberto,” Sherry begged, clawing at his shoulders. “Stop torturing me, and just fuck me already!”

He slammed into her again, and she screamed. “Fuck you?” he growled in her ear, pulling her tight against him as he positioned his hips, plunging his cock into her over and over again. “Like this? Is this what you want?”

“Yes, oh yes!” she screamed, wrapping those long, luscious legs around his waist, digging her fingernails tightly into his shoulders. “Harder!” She writhed and moaned beneath him, a fiery little temptress, and he did as she asked, slamming his cock into her tight sheath again and again, until he felt her entire body stiffen, and knew that she was on the edge of orgasm.

“ROBERTO!” she screamed, her inner walls clenching around his cock, her eyes going blind as the orgasm tore through her. He pulled out just in time and squirted his seed on her stomach, then collapsed on the bed next to her.

Chapter 4

The two of them slept like the dead, and when Sherry woke and checked the clock it was 5:30 P.M. She rolled over and looked at Roberto, who was still fast asleep. Sherry had to admit he looked adorable, his handsome features peacefully in sleep and slightly obscured by the black hair falling in his face. He was lying on his side, his muscular body curled against hers, and her heart felt as if he belonged there although her mind knew he didn’t.

How can I deceive this man? She thought, guilt creeping in on her now that the afterglow of sex was disappearing. She really needed to tell him the truth, preferably now, but he looked so relaxed and peaceful that she couldn’t bear to disturb him. Instead, she slipped into the bathroom, took a shower, and changed into a rhinestone corset gown. She was contemplating various ways in which she could fix her hair when she realized that he still hadn’t moved from the bed, and went to wake him.

"Wake up." She nudged his broad shoulder, but he simply mumbled something and pressed his face into the pillow. “Hey, wake up!” Seeing no other alternative, she leaned down and kissed him. His lips responded instantly, molding against hers, and she smiled as he groaned.

His eyes opened, and she pulled back, satisfied that he was awake. “Why are you dressed?” He frowned. “You should be back in bed with me.” He reached out so that he could pull her back down with him.

“Are you forgetting about our date tonight?” she asked, trying to hold back a giggle at the expression on his face as she danced out of reach. He looked like a child who’d just been denied his favorite toy.

“Our date?” Comprehension lit his eyes as he remembered, and then he grinned. “Oh. I thought that since we already had sex, we could skip that.” He laughed as she hit him over the head with a pillow. “I’m just joking, bellisima. Of course we’re going on the date. We should celebrate!”

He got up, and Sherry took a moment to admire his physique again before he pulled on his shirt and jeans. Not bothering to put on his shoes, he simply gathered them up in his arms.

“I’ll be back soon, Sherry.” He leaned down and gave her a quick kiss. “I just want to shower and change before we go.”

Sherry took the time to fuss with her hair, trying out several styles before settling on the same elegant bun she’d worn to the party—Roberto seemed to like it. She sat and waited, flipping through a fashion magazine, but after twenty minutes she grew restless. He was taking a long time. And men said that women took forever to dress?

Suddenly, she remembered that the phone had rang while they were having sex, and she snatched her cell off the floor to check the missed call. Nick’s number was listed under her missed calls, and guilt swamped her again. He’d called while she’d been fucking another guy, not long after she’d told him that they would try to work things out when she came back to Canada. What kind of woman was she becoming?

Feeling obligated, she called him back and prayed that he was asleep—she wasn’t sure she could keep the guilt out of her voice right now if he did answer. Thankfully it rolled over to voicemail, so she left him a quick message to let him know she called before hanging up the phone.

Someone knocked on her door, and figuring it was probably Roberto she called for them to come in.

"Hey, sexy lady,” Roberto grinned as he entered the room. His gorgeous body was resplendent in a black tuxedo, and she was glad that she’d chosen the corset gown—this was obviously going to be a formal dinner. “Are you ready?”

"Yes.” Sherry stepped forward and took Roberto’s outstretched hand. She tried her hardest not to think about Nick as they walked down the hallway and to the elevator, then damned herself for trying to forget about him. What kind of wife was she?

They waited for the elevator to come up to their floor, and Roberto lifted Sherry’s hand and kissed it. “What’s wrong?” he asked when she didn’t respond, but continued to stare at the elevator doors.

"Nothing," she shook her head, then stepped forward when the elevator chimed and the doors opened, welcome for the distraction so that she wouldn’t have to explain even as she cursed herself for being a coward. She cursed herself again when she realized that the elevator was empty—it was just the two of them.

“Sherry, please, tell me what’s wrong.” She looked away, and Roberto gripped her shoulders. “Come on, talk to me!”

To stop him from asking questions, Sherry pressed her body up against his, backing him into the wall, and reaching out at the same time to press the STOP button on the elevator keypad. She palmed his dick roughly through his slacks, zipped them open so she could take his hard shaft into her hands. A deep groan rumbled up through his chest, and she smiled, forgetting about her ulterior motives. It made her feel powerful, to reduce him to putty like this in her hands.

"Stop,” Roberto gasped, even as he contradicted his words by tightening his hands on her shoulders. She slid her fingers up and down his shaft in response. “Fuck! Don't stop… no stop," he panted, trying to get ahold of his senses. He had been trying to ask her something important, though damn if he could remember what it was now.

"Why?" Sherry asked, looking up at him with her big brown eyes. “Don’t you like this?” She traced the tip of his head with her thumb, and his knees threatened to buckle.

"They have cameras in the elevator," he managed, through gritted teeth.

Sherry shrugged. "I don’t mind if they watch," she said, kneeling before him and taking him into her mouth. His eyes rolled back into his head, another groan escaping his lips as she massaged the length of his cock with her tongue and lips.

“Fuck, that’s good,” he rasped, gripping the base of her neck so that he could bob her head up and down. She sucked him hard and fondled his balls with the palm of her hand. His entire body shuddered, but just as he was about to come she pulled back.

"That's a taste of things to come.” She straightened and smiled coyly before pressing the button again to get the elevator going.

Roberto stuck his cock back into his pants, panting hard. All he could think about was pressing that damn button and slamming her up against the wall so he could fuck her, but he’d promised her a date. If he did that she would think that he just wanted sex, and it would be just the thing to give her an excuse to wiggle out of what could be a promising relationship. He wasn’t going to let that happen.

But damn, the woman had a talented mouth. Sometime in the near future he was going to make her finish what she started.

The elevator stopped, and they stepped in the lobby and waited while the valet brought Roberto’s Maserati around. Once it arrived, Roberto opened the passenger door for Sherry and waited until she was settled before sliding into the driver’s side. He’d been quiet the entire time, not trusting himself to speak.

"Where are we going?" Sherry asked as they pulled away from the hotel.

"It is a surprise,” was all he would say.

Sherry looked out the window, watching for any hint of their destination. They passed a sign that read Canal de l'Ourcq, Two Miles, and soon enough the canal came into view a beautiful little body of water that snaked and twisted its way through Paris, an extension of the Ourcq River. To her surprise, Roberto headed directly for the canal and parked right near the bank, where a small yacht was waiting for them.

“You’re taking me out on your yacht?” she asked as he helped her out of the car. “I have to say this is definitely a new experience for me.” She was charmed, foolishly charmed by it. She had thought he would be taking her to some high-brow fancy restaurant, where you paid through the nose just for the privilege of looking at the menus. But this was a truly romantic idea.

“I didn’t think you had,” he said by way of answer as he helped her onto the boat. It was a beautiful craft, all sleek lines and gleaming wood and metal. He led her out onto the deck, where a candlelight dinner waited at a table set for two.

Roberto pulled her chair out for her, and once she was seated he joined her at the table. “What do you think?” he asked.

Her eyes shone warmly in the candlelight. “I think this is the most beautiful thing anyone has ever done for me.”

They ate in silence, Sherry savoring her meal, Roberto savoring the way she looked in that dress. The corset accentuated her ample bust and tiny waist, and the slit in the dress exposed a chocolaty thigh that was just begging to be licked.

"What am I going to do with you, Sherry?" Roberto sighed.

"What do you mean?" Sherry asked, looking up from her nearly empty plate.

"I can't think around you.” He was surprised at the note of frustration in his voice. “We’re supposed to be enjoying a romantic dinner, but every time I look at you, all I can think about is how badly I want to fuck you. Right now I’m thinking about spreading you over this table and pushing my cock into you from behind."

His fantasy, put into words, made her instantly wet for him. She stood up and ripped the table cloth from the table, sending the contents crashing to the floor, startling both of them. She almost couldn’t believe she’d actually done it, but there was no going back now.

“Do it then,” she challenged, yanking at the zipper on her gown and allowing it to slide to the floor. “Bend me over the table and fuck me.”

Roberto licked his lips as he took a good look at her. The candles had been extinguished, but the moon was full tonight and he had no trouble seeing her curvy figure, which was completely bare except for a black lace push-up bra and thong.

“I suppose I can manage it, since you look absolutely exquisite,” he told her, pulling her close and lowering his lips to hers. He kissed her hungrily, working them both into frenzy until she was tearing at the buttons on his shirt beneath his tuxedo jacket and he was ripping her bra away to fill his hands with her plump breasts. He kissed his way down her throat so that he could suck at the chocolaty peaks, then lifted her and spread her atop the table so that her knees were bent and her round ass crested high into the cool, night air.

Bending down, he lifted the thong strap away to expose the soft, pink slit of her pussy and dragged his tongue across the folds. She moaned deep in her throat, pressing close, and he slapped her ass, which only made her cry out louder.

“Mmm, do you like that?” he asked, delivering another stinging slap to her cheek.

“Yes,” she moaned. “Please, Roberto. I need your cock inside me.”

He slapped her ass again and thrust his tongue into her pussy at the same time, and was rewarded with a half-shriek, half-moan. “Please, Roberto!”

He smiled. “Your wish is my command.” Undoing the fly of his slacks, he freed his cock from its confines. He fumbled a condom from his pocket onto the shaft, then slid it inside her dripping pussy. Her walls clenched around him, and he groaned. “You feel so incredible,” he groaned as he gripped her hips and pumped his cock into her. “So fucking incredible.”