dressed in a short bathrobe she’d found hanging in the bathroom.
“Why don’t you let me show you around?”
He led her through the various rooms, and she was surprised at how many there were; a living room, a den, a kitchen, and several spare bedrooms. “I don’t know why you call this a flat,” she muttered. “This is bigger than the average house.”
He chuckled. “Why don’t I take you to the master bedroom?” he suggested. “There’s a wonderful view of the Eiffel Tower from there.”
The master bedroom was three times the size of her hotel room, with a California King-sized bed that dominated the center, raised up on a platform and covered with black silk sheets. It beckoned like a seductive lover, but she forced herself to cross the room over to the windows, where she could see Paris and the Eiffel Tower, glittering in the night like precious jewels.
“This really is an amazing view.”
"That's one of the reasons I bought this place,” Roberto told her. “Although I admit that after seeing the tower day after day, the view does become rather tedious."
"Really? Why don't you take my flat then, and I'll take yours? I'm not joking, "she added as Roberto chuckled. She opened the French doors and stepped out onto the balcony. “This is all so beautiful."
"Not as beautiful as you." He came up behind her, pressing an open-mouthed kiss to the back of her neck. She stepped away from him, then went back inside to survey his bedroom once again.
"So this is where you sleep."
"Amongst other things," he murmured suggestively. She ignored him and walked around the room, studying the various pieces of art and furniture.
"I like your fireplace,” she said, caressing the lapis lazuli-carved mantle “Does it work?"
"Yes." Roberto sat on the bed. “Come here.”
"And you have a balcony," she ignored him and opened his closet. "And women clothing." She arched an eyebrow at the skimpy black number she found hanging that certainly couldn’t be called a dress.
“My ex-girlfriend’s things.” He shrugged his broad shoulders. “I haven’t cleaned them out yet.”
"Oh.” A tiny seed of doubt niggled at her—usually when a man didn’t get rid of a woman’s things it meant he still had feelings for her. “I should call Sophie."
"You've decided?”
"Yeah, I'm going with the flat on rue Montmartre in the 2nd district."
"Why?"
"It's modern, clean, has a shower and bathtub, and a balcony."
"It's not close to me,” he pointed out with a frown.
"Exactly,” she said. “If we were too close I'd never get any work done."
Leaning back on the bed, he arched a brow and shot her a come-hither look. "I have some work for you to do now."
Smiling, she crouched down on the bed like a tigress, crawling slowly toward his cock spearing through the air. She licked it from base to tip, and grinned as Roberto groaned deep in his throat. She swirled her tongue around the mushroom head, tasting salty drops of pre-cum, then took him whole inside her mouth.
“You’d better finish what you start this time,” he rasped, his hands gripping her hair tightly as though he was afraid she was going to leave him hanging. She chuckled, and he groaned as the sound vibrated against his cock. She sucked him slowly, moving up and down while her hands caressed his balls. She could feel them drawing tighter against his body, a sign that he was going to come soon, so she started deep-throating his dick faster, harder.
“Oh God, bella, I’m going to come!” he shouted, then spurted his salty seed into her mouth. She took it all, swallowing every last drop, savoring the look of rapture on his face.
Looking down at her, he watched as she licked a drop of cum from the corner of her mouth. "You're so sexy," he murmured huskily, and reached for her.
Her phone rang and she jumped up to answer it. He caught her wrist in his hand and tried to pull her back down. "Let it ring."
"No, it could be important." She shook him off
“Why don’t you let me show you around?”
He led her through the various rooms, and she was surprised at how many there were; a living room, a den, a kitchen, and several spare bedrooms. “I don’t know why you call this a flat,” she muttered. “This is bigger than the average house.”
He chuckled. “Why don’t I take you to the master bedroom?” he suggested. “There’s a wonderful view of the Eiffel Tower from there.”
The master bedroom was three times the size of her hotel room, with a California King-sized bed that dominated the center, raised up on a platform and covered with black silk sheets. It beckoned like a seductive lover, but she forced herself to cross the room over to the windows, where she could see Paris and the Eiffel Tower, glittering in the night like precious jewels.
“This really is an amazing view.”
"That's one of the reasons I bought this place,” Roberto told her. “Although I admit that after seeing the tower day after day, the view does become rather tedious."
"Really? Why don't you take my flat then, and I'll take yours? I'm not joking, "she added as Roberto chuckled. She opened the French doors and stepped out onto the balcony. “This is all so beautiful."
"Not as beautiful as you." He came up behind her, pressing an open-mouthed kiss to the back of her neck. She stepped away from him, then went back inside to survey his bedroom once again.
"So this is where you sleep."
"Amongst other things," he murmured suggestively. She ignored him and walked around the room, studying the various pieces of art and furniture.
"I like your fireplace,” she said, caressing the lapis lazuli-carved mantle “Does it work?"
"Yes." Roberto sat on the bed. “Come here.”
"And you have a balcony," she ignored him and opened his closet. "And women clothing." She arched an eyebrow at the skimpy black number she found hanging that certainly couldn’t be called a dress.
“My ex-girlfriend’s things.” He shrugged his broad shoulders. “I haven’t cleaned them out yet.”
"Oh.” A tiny seed of doubt niggled at her—usually when a man didn’t get rid of a woman’s things it meant he still had feelings for her. “I should call Sophie."
"You've decided?”
"Yeah, I'm going with the flat on rue Montmartre in the 2nd district."
"Why?"
"It's modern, clean, has a shower and bathtub, and a balcony."
"It's not close to me,” he pointed out with a frown.
"Exactly,” she said. “If we were too close I'd never get any work done."
Leaning back on the bed, he arched a brow and shot her a come-hither look. "I have some work for you to do now."
Smiling, she crouched down on the bed like a tigress, crawling slowly toward his cock spearing through the air. She licked it from base to tip, and grinned as Roberto groaned deep in his throat. She swirled her tongue around the mushroom head, tasting salty drops of pre-cum, then took him whole inside her mouth.
“You’d better finish what you start this time,” he rasped, his hands gripping her hair tightly as though he was afraid she was going to leave him hanging. She chuckled, and he groaned as the sound vibrated against his cock. She sucked him slowly, moving up and down while her hands caressed his balls. She could feel them drawing tighter against his body, a sign that he was going to come soon, so she started deep-throating his dick faster, harder.
“Oh God, bella, I’m going to come!” he shouted, then spurted his salty seed into her mouth. She took it all, swallowing every last drop, savoring the look of rapture on his face.
Looking down at her, he watched as she licked a drop of cum from the corner of her mouth. "You're so sexy," he murmured huskily, and reached for her.
Her phone rang and she jumped up to answer it. He caught her wrist in his hand and tried to pull her back down. "Let it ring."
"No, it could be important." She shook him off
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