The Key To Micah's Heart (Hell Yeah!) (33 page)

His admission made her want to give him the world. She cupped his sac, rubbing his balls as she suckled, pumping his swollen cock.

“Stop, stop,” Micah ground out. Madison did, looking confused. “I need to be inside you.” He laid back and pulled her on top of him.

Thinking this would be the easiest thing she’d ever done, Madison moved over his body, sinking onto his manhood, the relief was unspeakable.

Groaning at the tight, wet heaven that welcomed him, he held onto her hips while she proceeded to ride him into insanity.

“Good?” She didn’t wait for an answer, she just did what came naturally, grinding her pussy against him with a whimper.

“Fuckin’ perfect.” He didn’t let her do all the work, but angled his hips so he could push into her with short, hard jabs.

“Will you touch my breasts?” Again, she took the initiative, lifting his hands to cover her aching nipples. “Oh, yea,” she breathed, as he lifted and molded them, massaging the pink areolas and pulling on her nipples. Her whole body was set to go up in flames. And when he moved one hand down to tease her clit, she couldn’t hold back any longer. “Micah!” she screamed as her world exploded with sensation. He pulled her down on top of him as she quaked and jerked in his arms.

“I want more.” Micah didn’t halt his piston-like movements. With selfish intent, he rubbed her body, fondled her breasts and guided her from satisfaction back to full arousal. “Hold on.”

He lifted her body as if she were a doll, reversing her position. Now her back was to his front. Impaling her again on his cock, he pulled her down until she lay on his body, fully supine.

“Oh, I like this,” she whimpered. Micah bent his knees, giving him greater freedom to move his hips.

Covering her breasts, he bucked his hips and carried her on the ride of a lifetime. “Mine, Madison. Mine. Mine. Mine,” he chanted in her ear as their climaxes crashed in a perfectly timed wave of rapture.

Later…Madison lay next to him. Her hand rested on his chest. His breathing was even.

Did he know she loved him?

She’d had to bite her tongue to keep from shouting it from the rooftops more than once tonight. Placing a gentle kiss over his heart, she vowed to be satisfied. She wouldn’t make demands or ask for things she couldn’t have.

But one could dream, couldn’t they?

French Kiss…

While the Paris she’d fallen in love with last night was beautiful, the early morning post-dawn glow held its own enchantment. Micah indulged her every whim. They took to the cobbled streets, admiring the trees and flowers in full bloom, the sky a brilliant cerulean blue. Madison was especially enamored with the street vendors, their wooden carts piled high with everything from flowers to silk scarves and purses. Although she admired many things, she refused to let him buy anything for her.

“My memories will be the only souvenir I’ll need,” she assured him.

Micah enjoyed the outdoor cafes with their small wrought iron tables and gaily colored umbrellas. They stopped at one for coffee and when the waiter didn’t understand what he wanted, Madison was shocked to see Micah ushered to the small kitchen where he charmed the barista into preparing just what he wanted.

They began their day of touring by taking in Notre Dame Cathedral, the famous church with its familiar shape, the big round window at the center, connected to the pointed arches and the tops of the tower–artistically marrying sky with ground. Notre Dame, our lady. Madison wished she could feel more than just admiration for the symmetry. They took in the stained glass and marveled at the relics.

“Do you think that’s a piece of the true cross?” Madison asked him, curiously as they studied the tiny sliver of old wood.

Micah shrugged. “I don’t have a clue. I’m not a very religious person.” He’d always figured a God that would let his mother die of cancer and allow his father to turn mean couldn’t care much about him. “Are you?”

“No, not really,” Madison answered. “I always felt it was smarter to depend upon myself, rather than someone I couldn’t see.”

“You can depend on me,” he whispered and ironically enough, Madison thanked God for Micah.

After the cathedral, they made their way through the chestnut lined Tuileries Gardens.

“Hannah would fall in love with this place. I’ll have to tell her about it when we get back,” Micah said.

The beds were full of lush flowers and there were large ponds where local children played with little wooden sailboats. Micah bought her an ice cream cone that she ate while sitting on a bench as they took it all in. From their resting place Madison could see the Louvre and many other impressive buildings which sat on the Rue de Rivoli.

Watching her eat was erotic as hell. He loved the way her lips moved over the smooth mound of ice cream, the bob of her throat as she swallowed, the swipe of her small tongue as she licked it across her bottom lip.

“Damn.” The trip through the gardens just gave Micah ideas. “Look at that sculpture over there. It’s called
The Kiss
by a man named Rodin.”

Her gaze followed his and she saw a woman sitting in a man’s lap while they shared a passionate kiss. “Looks like a good idea to me.”

Giving him a hot glance, she tossed the remainder of the cone into a nearby receptacle and climbed into his lap. Wrapping her arms around him, she claimed his mouth voraciously.

The way she pushed into the kiss shot lightning directly to Micah’s cock. Uncaring of those who passed by, she kissed him until they had to stop. If they hadn’t, he’d have taken her right there in broad daylight in the middle of Paris.

“God, you’re dangerous, Fellows. Let’s go before I get us both arrested.” He pulled her to her feet.

“I thought the French were more lenient to public displays of affection than Americans.”

“They may be,” Micah conceded, “but what I had in mind goes beyond mere affection.”

She tapped him on the arm. “Hold that thought until tonight. We can use it later.”

“You’re right, we need to be good.” For his own sanity, he turned his attention back to Paris. “See those banners up ahead, that’s the Louvre.”

“Don’t we have to enter through the Pyramid?”

“Yes, I won’t steer you wrong. Just hang with me.” He led her though the crowd, taking care to shield her body when others would press too close.

When they emerged from the melee, Madison saw they were in a stone courtyard right in front of Pei’s Pyramid. The structure was glass and metal, standing in the midst of three smaller pyramids.

Madison stopped a minute to stare at it. “This is neat, but way smaller than I expected.”

Micah chuckled. “I think you’ll find that sentiment holds true for lots of famous things. That’s what they said about Napoleon, I hear.”

“Oh, pooh. Some things are bigger than I expect them to be.”

“Like my cock?” he whispered in her ear, then was delighted with how prettily she blushed.

“I thought you said we had to be good. How can I enjoy the sights if all I want to do is fool around with you?”

“Oh, I am good. I think I showed you last night that I’m the most enjoyable ride in France.”

She gave him a stern look, then pulled him by the arm through the entrance.

Madison walked around looking up so much she was afraid she’d get a crick in her neck. The vaulted archways soared above her and the ceilings were as decorative as some of the paintings. Arm in arm they strolled, Micah pointing out sculptures and paintings that he thought she’d find interesting. He’d started doing his Paris research the moment he’d decided they would be traveling there from Savannah. He didn’t want to just show Madison a good time, he wanted to impress her.

“This is the Winged Victory of Samothrace.”

Madison studied the sweeping statuary. “Who’s it supposed to be?”

“I think it’s supposed to be the goddess Nike, but some think it was created to honor a sea battle. It’s estimated to have been created in 200 BC.”

“It’s a shame she lost her head and her arms,” Madison mused.

“Hey, she’s in good company. Venus de Milo over there lost her arms too. I don’t think things can last thousands of years without being damaged. It doesn’t lessen their value, the very fact that they survived is amazing.”

“Venus. The goddess of love. I guess that would make her the most beautiful woman ever.”

Micah nudged her. “I think you’re cuter than Venus and you’ve got arms. I like to be held.”

“Awwww,” she rewarded his teasing with a hug. “Come on, I want to see the Mona Lisa up close.”

They stood in line for the longest time and when Madison arrived in front of the famous painting, she just stared at it a few moments.

“Disappointed?
”
Micah asked.

“No,” she informed him. “I’ve seen a rare treasure first hand, that’s way better than just looking at a photograph.”

With the light shining behind her head creating a halo effect, he understood her feelings exactly. She was beautiful and being with her beat staring at a photograph any day.

They wandered through remote parts of the museum and Madison was struck by the size of everything. All of it was laid out on a grand scale. Some of the paintings were twenty-feet tall and forty feet wide. Micah’s favorite piece of all was the Law Code of Hammurabi, a huge piece of carved black basalt.

He pointed to the writing. “This language is Akkadian and it speaks of laws governing everything from contracts between people to sexual behavior.”

“Sort of like the Ten Commandments?” Madison asked with interest.

“Yea,” Micah nodded his head, “except the Code of Hammurabi predates Moses by several centuries.”

“You’re so smart.” She looked at him with adoration, reaching up to run her fingers through his hair.

He started to make some smartass remark, but he couldn’t think of one. All he could do was notice how beautiful she was. “And you’re so pretty.” He kissed her cheek. “We’re perfect for one another.”

Madison wanted to groan out loud. He kept saying things that made her think he loved her.

Why didn’t he just come out and say it?

She wanted to say it to him, but if he didn’t say it back, she’d just die.

“I’m getting hungry, are you?” he asked.

“Starving,” she agreed, so they started making their way back toward the hotel. “Let’s find some place to eat close by, if we can.”

They found Le Tournebievre and gorged on a lover’s feast of scallops and oysters, washed down by champagne. As they ate, Madison kept noticing couples walking by hand in hand. They were all heading down the same path toward a bridge. If she wasn’t mistaken, some of them carried locks.

The love-lock bridge!

How could she have forgotten?

This was one of her fondest dreams, something she’d always wished for but never imagined could come true. As Micah paid the check, she picked up her purse and ran her hand inside, finding the precious lock he’d give her.

Would he mind?

Would he think it was silly?

When Micah turned his attention back to her, he could tell something was on her mind. “What’s wrong?”

She gave him a shy smile. “Nothing’s wrong. Do you know what those people are doing?”

He followed her gaze. “Come on, let’s get closer.”

When they neared, Madison could see couples bending over to fasten their locks, then embrace and throw their key into the Seine. “Don’t you think that’s the most romantic thing you’ve ever seen?”

Micah watched her face, the dreamy, expectant look in her eyes. “It’s a shame you don’t have that lock I gave you.”

She looked up at him, almost guiltily. “I do.”

“Oh, really?” He held out his hand. “Give it to me.”

“What?” He couldn’t mean it. Only couples who thought they were in love put the lovelocks on the bridge. “Do you know what it means?”

With his hand still outstretched, she couldn’t deny him. Madison found the lock in her purse and placed it in his open palm.

“Do you have one of those markers left from the book tour?”

She gave him that also. “What are you doing?” She watched in amazement as he wrote their names on the back.
Micah + Madison
and added a ♥. “Micah?”

“Don’t stroke out on me, Fellows. We’re in the most romantic city on Earth, we’re going to do this up right.”

With her heart in her throat, she went with him to the bridge and joined her hand with his as they fastened the padlock to the wire.

“Here’s the key,” she whispered. The key to her heart, for he held it in his hands as surely as he held the tiny bit of brass.

“Give me a kiss,” he demanded and she went into his arms as naturally as the blue waters rolled to the sea. When they broke apart, he tossed the key into the Seine. “There. Perfect.”

“Thank you, Micah.” Unabashedly, she wiped tears from her face. “I’ll never forget this moment.”

Taking his phone, he took pictures of the lock, of her and of himself. “Pressed into the pages of our memories and soon to be on our hard-drives.” As others crowded close to follow their example, Micah led her back to the path.