desire within me. He gently pulled his head back, lightly kissed my mouth, then slowly and seductively worked his way down my neck. His hot breath and moist lips sent shock waves through my body and straight to my loins.
Brandon whispered, “You are so incredibly sexy. I have never wanted a woman the way I want you now.”
His words were hypnotic and I was filled with an intense longing that was begging for him to take me right there at the Pont des Arts. I kicked off my shoes and climbed onto him, wrapping my legs around his waist.
A couple walked past us arm-in-arm and another stopped thirty yards from us to take in the view. Damn.
I was back to reality and e xacerbated at my turn in fortune. I hopped down from my perch around Brandon's waist and bent over and picked up my shoes. I then pushed myself up on my toes and gave Brandon a quick kiss on the lips.
As I replaced the shoes on my feet, I glanced up at Brandon and he had that impish grin on his face and twinkle in his eye.
“What?” I asked.
“Let's go back to the hotel.”
Chapter Thirteen
Brandon and I practically fell into our hotel room...
I had mounted him as soon as we reached our door and the hallway was clear of any other guests. He ravaged my mouth with deep, erotic kisses. He dug the room card out of his pocket and opened the door with his right hand as he held his left under my ass.
I traced butterfly kisses along his neck as he pushed the door to our room open. He placed his right arm back under my bottom and resumed kissing my mouth. He penetrated deep with his tongue. I could feel his erection pressing up toward me.
Brandon and I practically fell into our hotel room. We were spinning out of control with hot desire. Brandon moved the door shut with his foot. He carried me to the bed and placed me on top.
I noticed that he had room service turn down the bed while we had been out. I smiled. Brandon had been thinking ahead. He knew I was a germaphobe and how I felt about being on top of hotel comforters – even five-star hotel comforters.
I removed my silk scarf-as-a-blouse and skirt while Brandon undressed. We were both burning for each other. I knew it was taking all of my will power to contain my sexual urges on the cab ride back to the hotel. We were both too excited to participate in the foreplay of undressing.
I was wearing Brandon's favorite black lace bra and panties. He had on his black briefs. He was so hard that it looked like his cock would burst through the cotton. Brandon moved to a small bag that was on the table.
I couldn't read what the store's name meant, but I could tell from the bag that it was something sexy. I was curious what Brandon had purchased. He must have ducked out after his workout before I returned to the hotel earlier in the evening.
He pulled out a black lace blindfold. It matched my bra and panties. He also had a pair of black lace fingerless gloves.
He moved back toward the bed and put the blindfold over my eyes. He then gently lifted my left hand and slid one glove on. He repeated that on my right hand. The lace felt sexy against my skin.
“A little erotic touch tonight?” I purred.
“I thought this was sexier than one of my neckties.”
“The lace feels very sexy.”
“It looks sexy. You are off the charts sexy.”
I heard the familiar sound of a condom package being torn open. Moments later I felt Brandon over me. His hot breath coursing up my legs as he applied gentle kisses to my skin. When he reached my panties he trailed his mouth across the front and kissed the area covering my sex.
He moved up my stomach with a series of light kisses that sent tremors through my entire body. When he reached my chest he kissed lightly around my lace covered fleshy mounds. I squealed with erotic delight as Brandon's teeth took both lace and my swollen bud between them.
Brandon's hand moved around my back. He arched me upward and unclasped my bra. As he removed the thin lace that
Brandon whispered, “You are so incredibly sexy. I have never wanted a woman the way I want you now.”
His words were hypnotic and I was filled with an intense longing that was begging for him to take me right there at the Pont des Arts. I kicked off my shoes and climbed onto him, wrapping my legs around his waist.
A couple walked past us arm-in-arm and another stopped thirty yards from us to take in the view. Damn.
I was back to reality and e xacerbated at my turn in fortune. I hopped down from my perch around Brandon's waist and bent over and picked up my shoes. I then pushed myself up on my toes and gave Brandon a quick kiss on the lips.
As I replaced the shoes on my feet, I glanced up at Brandon and he had that impish grin on his face and twinkle in his eye.
“What?” I asked.
“Let's go back to the hotel.”
Chapter Thirteen
Brandon and I practically fell into our hotel room...
I had mounted him as soon as we reached our door and the hallway was clear of any other guests. He ravaged my mouth with deep, erotic kisses. He dug the room card out of his pocket and opened the door with his right hand as he held his left under my ass.
I traced butterfly kisses along his neck as he pushed the door to our room open. He placed his right arm back under my bottom and resumed kissing my mouth. He penetrated deep with his tongue. I could feel his erection pressing up toward me.
Brandon and I practically fell into our hotel room. We were spinning out of control with hot desire. Brandon moved the door shut with his foot. He carried me to the bed and placed me on top.
I noticed that he had room service turn down the bed while we had been out. I smiled. Brandon had been thinking ahead. He knew I was a germaphobe and how I felt about being on top of hotel comforters – even five-star hotel comforters.
I removed my silk scarf-as-a-blouse and skirt while Brandon undressed. We were both burning for each other. I knew it was taking all of my will power to contain my sexual urges on the cab ride back to the hotel. We were both too excited to participate in the foreplay of undressing.
I was wearing Brandon's favorite black lace bra and panties. He had on his black briefs. He was so hard that it looked like his cock would burst through the cotton. Brandon moved to a small bag that was on the table.
I couldn't read what the store's name meant, but I could tell from the bag that it was something sexy. I was curious what Brandon had purchased. He must have ducked out after his workout before I returned to the hotel earlier in the evening.
He pulled out a black lace blindfold. It matched my bra and panties. He also had a pair of black lace fingerless gloves.
He moved back toward the bed and put the blindfold over my eyes. He then gently lifted my left hand and slid one glove on. He repeated that on my right hand. The lace felt sexy against my skin.
“A little erotic touch tonight?” I purred.
“I thought this was sexier than one of my neckties.”
“The lace feels very sexy.”
“It looks sexy. You are off the charts sexy.”
I heard the familiar sound of a condom package being torn open. Moments later I felt Brandon over me. His hot breath coursing up my legs as he applied gentle kisses to my skin. When he reached my panties he trailed his mouth across the front and kissed the area covering my sex.
He moved up my stomach with a series of light kisses that sent tremors through my entire body. When he reached my chest he kissed lightly around my lace covered fleshy mounds. I squealed with erotic delight as Brandon's teeth took both lace and my swollen bud between them.
Brandon's hand moved around my back. He arched me upward and unclasped my bra. As he removed the thin lace that
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