62 Days by M. Jessie

Author:M., Jessie [M., Jessie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2013-07-02T21:00:00+00:00

TWELVE

I wake up the next morning in a lovely hazy aroused state of being… he is tightly pressed up behind me, his hand on my waist. He is kissing and licking up and down my neck and behind my ear. I snuggle up against him for a moment feeling his hard erection pushing against my back. I am suddenly taken over by an urgent need and quickly bend forward and push him inside me. We lay locked together like that for a few seconds. A wave of heat swamps me as I savour his hardness buried deep within me and I squeeze myself tightly around it.

“Like it the second you wake up, do you?” he asks with a small laugh.

“Any second of the day suits me.”

He pulls me hard against him, his arm firmly around my waist and starts to move slowly in and out. My mind is swimming with the soft and gentle thrusting inside me. But I desperately want to see him. I lift my leg over his, trapping his leg between mine. I turn slightly, almost on my back, so I can look at him. I reach for his sex and sleep mussed up hair and rub and tug it blissfully as I stare into his eyes. His hand travels slowly across me, his fingertips brushing hot circles on my soft sleep sensitised skin. My stomach contacts with a deep pleasure as his hand moves around my breasts, squeezing them softly, pulling at my hard nipples. My breathing is heavy, almost gasping… we move slowly together, but it is more than hot between us, I feel as if I am floating on Mark sensation… I can’t get enough of this… of him.

It is simply divine.

“Come on, up you get gorgeous… in my bathroom.” He pulls me up from our lazy after sex rest interval and I follow him in.

I love the steamy hot shower and we get to make a whole lot more superheated steam too. Unfortunately we miss breakfast hours, but miraculously we manage to get dressed and out before lunch. We’re in Paris. We do need to see some sights, not just each other.

***

At lunchtime, whilst we are sitting in our coffee and cake café, I am given the choice of Notre Dame or the Louvre today and tomorrow we can do the other. I choose the Louvre. Not that I’m an art buff particularly, but I am not feeling in a cathedral mood today.

We find ourselves a taxi and soon arrive at the Musee de Louvre. Mark is so very hot this afternoon. He is giving me a fever. I get some extremely heated sexy looks coming my way, which I hope I return with a similar passion plus some steamy waist holding clinches as we wander round the galleries. It is a truly stirring combination. The most beautiful art ever produced and Mark’s very up close company. I stand and stare for ages at Canova’s Psyche and Cupid marble statue. The rapturous expression on the woman’s face as Cupid the winged angel kisses her senseless touches my heart.

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