Passion Blooms in Paris (Diary of a Free Woman) (4 page)

He removed his hands and smoothed her dress down. “This is frustrating.”

She chuckled. “Very.”

She peered past him to find an Asian family in the room. They faced the wall and appeared to be studying the artwork.

Pierre tugged his zipper up.

“It’s a shame there isn’t somewhere private we can go.” Surprised by her own words, Gwen blinked and lowered her eyes. Was she becoming some kind of sex addict? If she kept meeting men like Phillip and Pierre, who could blame her? The men were too damn desirable and masters at seduction. She had years of built-up need. They were a lethal combination.

“Actually, I may know of a place,” he said.

“Where? Here?”

“Yes. Meet me on the Lower Ground floor in say…half hour. Find the sculpture of St Mary Magdalene. I will be there.”

She narrowed her gaze at him. “Please tell me this isn’t a trick or game.” She’d thought she’d ruled it out before, but now she wondered if it could still be a possibility. Sure, he had a hard dick and said he’d wanted to fuck her, but his “look for me here” plan hadn’t worked too well before. Why would it this time?

He tucked strands of her hair behind her ear. “No games. I’m not leaving until I have you, and I will. But I need to make proper arrangements.”

“Arrangements?”

“Being famous does have some benefits. Will you meet me downstairs?”

She took in a deep breath as he trailed the tips of his fingers down her arm. The delicate caress gave her a chill.

“Please?” he asked.

She gave a slow nod. “Okay, I’ll be there.”

His eyes lit up and wide grin formed. He kissed her lips. “Thirty minutes.”

“I’m counting them now.”

Still glowing with happiness, he backed away from her. Then he spun and hurried from the room.

Gwen stood there for a moment, biting her bottom lip as she stared at the space where he’d been. Was she out of her mind to crave him so badly? She’d had the same response after Phillip had told her what he wanted to do to her. Pierre was a fine man with a cock that would undoubtedly please her. Why not indulge in a little playtime with him?

She lifted her purse and checked the clock on her phone. He’d said to find him in thirty minutes. Until then, she needed to find something to do. Noting the time, she lowered her purse.

The paintings in the room reminded her of the many others she’d seen so far. While she appreciated the history of them and the artist’s skill, she was ready to view something different. Something that might help her stop thinking about Pierre’s feverish kiss and his solid member. Grinning, she headed for the exit. There was no way she could get the Frenchman out of her head.

Gwen found a set of stairs nearby and descended to the Lower Ground level.

Tall ceilings and archways greeted her as she walked toward one of the exhibits. Unlike the second floor, walls of smooth stone surrounded her and the parquet under feet gave a different sound with each step she took. She barely heard the click-click of her heels. Not surprisingly, she spotted more visitors in the room standing around statues. Pierre would have a difficult time walking around without detection. She hoped guests wouldn’t bother him too much.

Gwen studied one figure after another. The attention to detail by the artists amazed her. How could anyone create a piece of art out of stone? She moved to the depiction of Spartacus and gaped at the naked man. Again, the fine sculpted features astonished her. He had a larger build than Pierre. Solid rolls of power in his arms emphasized Spartacus’ strength. He even had wide, strong thighs. She marveled at the muscles and tendons in his legs then admired the ripples in his chest. Eyeing his genitals, she chuckled silently. Why did the artist give a great, powerful gladiator such a small penis?

Now she sounded like Pierre. He would’ve asked the exact same question.

She strolled around the museum, studying the various works carved from marble, wood, metal and stone. The intricate features of each gave her a profound appreciation for their creators. Near one of the large arches leading to another exhibit, she felt the urge to check the time on her phone. Except too many people were around and a guard stood in the room. Fearing she’d spent too much time examining the sculptures, she headed into another gallery and sought the St Mary Magdalene piece. Gazing left then right, she hurried to find her meeting spot or Pierre. When she hadn’t located either, she continued to the next area.

Near the back wall, she saw a couple people standing near a figure of a woman. The angelic face resembled that of similar pictures she’d seen of Mary Magdalene. Gwen headed for the statue.

She stopped behind the two visitors and read the information on the small stand next to the figurine. The artist carved the masterpiece in 1510 from a type of wood.
Amazing.
Gwen skimmed the rest of the information and stopped when the visitors in front of the sculpture had moved on. She quickly filled the vacant space and stared at the magnificent work of art.

Brown hair flowed in waves down the light-colored wood, covering the private area between her legs and nearly reaching her knees. The woman had an angelic face with soft features depicting her as kind and loving. Her breasts were small and left exposed by her flowing long locks. The feminine curves added beauty and a better representation of what a young lady looked like.

“Do you like her?” Pierre asked, standing behind her.

His soft voice brought a smile to her face. She turned her head and nodded.

He stepped to her side. “She is breathtaking.” He shifted his attention from the statue to Gwen. “As are you.”

Warmth returned to her cheeks. “These statues are incredible.”

“Yes. Magnificent.”

He glanced behind her then met her gaze. “If I were a sculptor, I would love to create a piece of art in your image.”

“Me?” Gwen said with a hint of surprise.

“Yes. And I’d have to touch every part of you, feel every curve…” He lowered his eyes to her chest. “Caress those sensitive parts to portray them right.”

Her nipples pebbled at the thought of him teasing them.

“How does that make you feel?” he asked.

“Excited.”

He grazed his fingers along her arm with his thumb inching ever closer to one of her tits. “I’d hold those lovely plump beauties and squeeze them gently. I’d make the centers hard by caressing them with my thumbs. Then I’d suck on each one while I slowly glide my hands over your ribs and past your navel.”

His teasing words revved her need for him. Her temperature climbed. Gwen straightened as she imagined his touch.

“I’d part those lips between your legs, feel inside you and massage the tender spot that makes your knees weak and your body tremble.”

Gwen knocked her knees together. Her thong was getting wetter by the second. “Don’t stop now.”

He smiled. “I wouldn’t. I’d have to taste you and make you come with my tongue.”

She was close to coming. His words painted a vivid picture of what he intended to do. She couldn’t wait much longer to turn the fantasy into reality.

“Were you able to make arrangements?” she asked.

“Yes. But we won’t have enough time for me to fully enjoy pleasuring you. I hope you don’t mind.”

Gwen bit her bottom lip. If she were interpreting his words correctly, they’d have time for a quick fuck and nothing more. Could she do it? Was she willing to sneak into a room with a famous French actor for a quickie in the Louvre? What if someone caught her and Pierre?

Pierre moved closer to her and whispered, “My dick aches for you, beautiful Gwen. I want to feel what it’s like inside you. I know you want this too.”

“Yes, but what if someone finds us?”

“I paid a guard to let us into a secure area. We’ll be safe, but only for a little while.” He grazed his fingers over her cheek. “Let us fuck, then we could spend the day together. Let me show you some sights then take you to dinner. Later, I will take full advantage of making you come multiple times with my tongue and cock.”

Her answer came fast. “All right.” A day in Paris with a famous French actor sounded wonderful. Then they’d have a nice dinner. It all seemed incredibly romantic. The sex was an extra nice perk. How could she refuse him? She couldn’t.

“Come,” he said before he turned and started walking.

Gwen’s pulse raced as she followed him. Sex in the greatest museum of all time was not even a thought in her head until she’d met Pierre. She’d never be able to confess the dirty deed to anyone. Who would believe her anyway?

Pierre led her into and through another exhibit. They strolled around statues as he headed for the tall archway in the back. The visitors were busy studying the works of art and talking amongst themselves. No one noticed her or Pierre passing by.

After turning the corner from the room, Pierre held his hand out toward her. She accepted and they walked side by side down a long hall. At the end stood a robust man wearing attire similar to the other museum staff she’d seen earlier. Gwen suspected he was part of security. Tall openings on the left led to other exhibits. When they neared the guard, Pierre gave him a nod. The officer returned the gesture and let her and Pierre pass.

“Do you do this often?” Gwen asked after they were several feet away from the uniformed employee.

“Not with company.” He glanced at her and smiled. “I’ve been in private areas before with a guide from the museum, but nothing like this.”

A grin formed on Gwen’s face. There was comfort in knowing Pierre didn’t just pick a girl and want to screw her. Well, at least not in the Louvre.

“Did you have to give him a lot of money?” she asked.

“He received a nice tip.”

He headed toward a set of double doors with a sign above one stating the exhibit was closed. “If anyone asks, I’m showing you a private collection.”

“A private collection?” Gwen lowered her gaze to his groin.

He stopped in front of the doors. “
Oui
. Very.”

Pierre pushed on the handle and they hurried inside. Gwen stopped a few feet away while he shut the door. Paintings and various antiquities, some covered with sheets, filled one half of the room. The other half lay empty. Long drapes covered the windows yet the color of the fabric allowed soft light into the room.

Gwen stepped toward one of the covered objects. It was long with a solid base. The sheet only hit the top of the piece of art. “Do you know what’s in here?”

“I’ve seen some of the works. They’re moving pieces around. It happens.”

She stopped in front of what she guessed was a statue and tugged the cover. Her guess turned out to be accurate. A female figure carved from stone lay sideways. She was naked with tiny triangular breasts.

“She doesn’t compare to you,” Pierre said, standing behind Gwen.

He placed his hands on her shoulders. Warmth spread from his touch while a flame jumped deep within her.

“You are a real woman.” He pressed his nose into her hair and kissed her head. At the same time, he tugged on one of the straps of her dress tied around the back of her neck. “You smell heavenly.”

The top portion of her sundress fell forward and revealed her strapless bra. He wrapped one arm around her waist while he slid his other over her upper chest. Something hard pressed against her ass and she knew instantly what it was. He pushed aside her hair and kissed the back of her neck. Slowly, he dragged his tongue over her flesh, up to her ear, then gently bit her earlobe. Desire rushed through her. He nipped her shoulder and the starving need for him intensified. Blood rushed through her veins while her heart pounded. He moved his hand to one of her breasts while extending the playful kiss. She craved more of him and greedily accepted all he was giving. He pinched one of her buds between his fingers and a whimper slipped from her.

“I wish to suck these,” he said, squeezing one of her girls.

“Yes. Please.”

She dropped her purse as he stepped around her. Facing her, he jerked her bra and freed the one tit. He quickly lifted it and latched onto her erect nipple. He sucked hard on it. Pure lust shot through her. The hunger between her thighs magnified. She clenched her legs together as a single pulse reminded her of what she yearned for. She wanted fulfilment. Need burned inside her and only he could bring her relief.

One thought predominated in her head. She had to have cock. She had to get his rigid length buried inside her.

In a swift move, he released her other breast from the constraint and treated it in kind. Her hormones blazed out of control with strong erotic currents flowing through her. If she didn’t soothe the ache in her loins soon she’d combust without him.

“Now, Pierre. I need you now.”

He pried his mouth away. “I love an eager woman. Turn around.”

Without wasting a second, she followed his instruction. As she stood there waiting, she heard the sound of his zipper. She closed her eyes briefly and attempted to gain control of the lust burning inside her so she wouldn’t come as soon as he entered her.

The ripping of plastic jarred her thoughts. She peered over her shoulder, but she couldn’t see him.

“Do you have a condom?” she asked.

“Yes. I have some. I’m always prepared.”

She took a deep breath. Whether he had many lovers or not, it was good of him to carry a rubber with him at all times. After meeting Phillip and having a quick grind with him, Gwen decided to keep one of the latex barriers in her purse in the event she found herself with another man. Of course, she didn’t think it would happen. But here she was with Pierre.

A hard object brushed against her backside.

“Fast now, slow later. Yes?” he said.

She gave him a jerky nod. “Yes.”

He lifted her dress and slid his hand along her thighs. “You’re warm.”

“I’m burning up.”

“Hmm… Let me see.” He slipped his hand inside her thong and wedged his digits inside her. “Wet and hot. Perfect.”

She leaned against him with her head reclining on his shoulder as he toyed with her clit. Anticipation built quickly. She tried to slow it by slowing her breathing, but her efforts were of little use. Each touch brought her closer to the grand prize she yearned for. He kissed her ear then her cheek. She turned to face him and his lips met hers.