Passion Blooms in Paris (Diary of a Free Woman) (7 page)

“It’s incredible. I feel so small right now.”

“I wish we could’ve shared a sunset together here. It’s truly a sight to see.”

Gwen could imagine the beauty in the sky as it transformed from light to darkness. The colors would paint a picture unlike any in a museum.

A gust of air made her shiver.

“Are you cold?” Pierre asked.

She pushed her hair behind her ear, but it did little good. The strong wind continued to blow strands everywhere. “It’s a bit breezy up here.”

He stepped around her and threaded his fingers into her hair. “Let me warm you.”

Holding her head in his grasp, he then brought her lips to meet his. The passion of his kiss was strong as he dove deep into her mouth, explored then stroked her tongue. He devoured her as if he were kissing her for the first time. Enthralled, Gwen leaned her body against his. Pierre generated a lot of heat, but she didn’t need it to battle the chill in the air. The desire blazing in her body kept her temperature elevated. She felt dizzy with lust, hungry for his stiff member to fill her and more than ready to claim her release.

Pierre nudged her back until she reached a wall. A whimper slipped from her when the cold metal touched parts of her bare arms. She wrapped them around his neck, keeping those exposed limbs away from the tower. He continued to play and entwine his tongue with hers while he slid his hands down her hips. He dug his fingertips into her flesh and pressed his groin against her. There was no mistaking the rigidness of his cock. So solid. So long. She wanted to feel him in her grasp.

Gwen slid one hand down his chest and stopped at his trousers. Quickly, she unfastened them and placed her palm over his length. It felt hard as stone, except it was warm and very much alive, as evidenced when it twitched. Gwen rubbed his erection and he ended the kiss.

“I want to taste you, Gwen. Here. Now,” he said.

“Okay, but let me suck you first.”

Without any words, he took a step back and pushed his trousers down. As they pooled near his feet, Gwen lowered to her knees. Similar to before, the coolness of the steel startled her but only briefly. Before her eyes, Pierre’s rod sprung forward. Captivated, she wrapped her hand around his shaft then stroked him. God, he was warm, soft, and yet very firm. Perfect.

He ran his fingers in her hair. “Take me into that beautiful mouth.”

With their gazes locked, she slipped his dick inside. He clenched his teeth and sucked in air, no doubt enjoying the start of her blowjob. She stroked him slowly, taking him out and back in. Each time she took him deeper. Pierre held her head and let her set the pace. The tension in his length kept him thick and strong. Again and again, she thoroughly caressed him with her tongue and lips. His body stiffened and the tips of his fingers pressed into her scalp. She worked harder, taking him as far as she could without gagging. Her saliva spilled down him and coated his thatch of dark hair. Then finally, a spurt of fluid hit the back of her throat. She swallowed the salty seed and continued sucking his muscle. While it pulsed, the strain in his body ebbed and he relaxed.

Pierre spoke in French as he brushed her hair with his fingers. “That was amazing,” he finally said. “Now it’s my turn to please you.”

Gwen rose with Pierre’s help. Holding her hands, he kissed her chin and neck. Then he knelt before her.

“My tongue is eager to feel you come,” he said.

Smiling, she replied, “Good. I’m more than ready.”

He placed his palms on her ankles, then slid his hands up. Strings of excitement rushed to her core. His lips curled slightly as he drew closer to her center. The wind whipped her hair in front of her face and it would have cooled her had he not been touching her. When his digits reached her knickers, he hooked the tips over the edge and gently pulled her panties down. As he reached her feet, she lifted a leg and freed it from her underwear.

Gwen took a deep breath, trying to calm herself. The anticipation within her body continued to mount and she doubted it would take long before her orgasm burst free. She wanted to enjoy the moment and each lap of his tongue, but her hormones were in control.

Pierre pushed her dress up as he glided his hands over her thighs. She spread her legs wider and grabbed her garment to keep from getting in his way. He stared at her mound with hunger, lust and pure desire. The emotions were ones she’d come to know too well recently. He parted her wet folds with his thumbs and her drenched pussy quickly soaked in the cool air. When he slipped is tongue inside her, erotic tingles shot through her and she nearly came.

“Oh, fuck,” she said and laid her head against the wall.

She gripped her gown tightly as Pierre licked her clit. The tension within her body magnified. As she gazed at the lights of Paris, she relished each stroke of Pierre’s tongue. She relished the beauty of the night, the city, and the invasion between her legs. God, she loved the feeling of him inside her. She wanted to feel more, feel his rigid muscle hitting her favorite spot. Her need escalated at an alarming rate. He hurriedly caressed her swollen nub then dove deep into her. Fuck, she couldn’t hold back any longer. If she did, her body would combust. Her inside walls contracted and she cried into the night. In seconds, tranquility flowed through her, calming and soothing her heated body.

Pierre withdrew his tongue once her fervent pulses died. “Magnificent.” He stood but left his trousers at his feet. His rigid shaft jutted in front of him and he took hold of it. “I want to feel you again.”

Gwen swallowed as he withdrew a condom from his pocket. She marveled at his penis while he tore the package and gloved his length. It was a fine member of the cock family and she’d remember it always. The fullness of it clearly showed he had the ability to deliver on his words.
What an incredibly gifted man.
She’d miss the French actor.

She lifted a leg and hooked it on his hip. “This is our last night together. Let’s not waste time.”

He covered her mouth and positioned his dick at her entrance. With one pump, he slid into her slippery canal. She whimpered from the quick assault and silently cried as he pulled it out. When he thrust it back in, she wanted to scream with joy. The man’s passion thrived with each deep-drilling dive inside her. He filled her again and again, hitting the spot that drove her insane with need. Her anticipation climbed fast. She longed to feel the harmonious relief with the gripping strength of her orgasm. Moreover, she wanted to enjoy his throbbing shaft against her walls.

In need of air, she ended the kiss. “Harder. Oh… Yes. Yes.”

She bit her lip to silence herself, but the few words seemed to have encouraged him. He labored harder, sheathing himself inside her. Gwen held her leg above his hip and her arms locked around his neck. She dug her fingers into his jacket and wished she were raking his flesh. He pressed his digits into her ass as he drove faster into her. The mounting pressure seemed too much. Then he groaned and a second later his erection hammered at her insides. The violent spasm excited her. He continued propelling his pulsing rod into her and in little time, her release came. A sense of harmony coasted through her body while they both relaxed in each other’s arms.

Pierre looked into her eyes and took a deep breath. “Memorable?”

She dragged her fingers through his soft dark hair. “Yes.”

Meeting Pierre had been a pleasant surprise. She would greatly miss the way the Frenchman took care of her. He’d made sex in the Louvre amazing. They’d spent a day together and danced briefly. To end her visit, he’d fucked her with his tongue and dick on the Eiffel Tower. Her stay in Paris was one she’d never forget because of him and she’d be sure to note every detail in her journal.

“We still have several hours left,” he said.

“Will they let us stay here that long?”

He chuckled. “No, we only have an hour here. We can go back to your hotel and…” He pressed his lips to hers, briefly.

“Fuck some more?” she asked.

“I would enjoy fucking you more.” He revealed a sly grin.

She slid her hands down his chest. “And I’d enjoy touching and licking your naked body.”

“I like the sound of that.”

She threaded her fingers together behind his neck and gazed out at the city. Following a refreshing breath, she said, “Thank you, Pierre. For everything.”

He grinned in the same playful way he’d given her the first time she’d met him. “My pleasure.”

He pressed his lips to hers and gently kissed her. Although she’d miss his company and the passionate sex she’d enjoyed during her stay in Paris, she had Italy to look forward to. Another country with plenty of places to visit and ample opportunities to meet men. Would she find a lover as good as Phillip in London, or Pierre? She couldn’t be sure, but with all certainty, she wanted to enjoy more sex. She was a free woman on vacation. Why not indulge a little?

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Diary of a Free Woman: Passion in the Sky

Diane Thorne

Excerpt

Chapter One

Tears built in Gwenevere’s eyes as she gave her youngest daughter a tight embrace. Her lip quivered slightly, not that Kristy could see since Gwen had her head over her daughter’s shoulder. A new wave of sadness threatened to engulf Gwen, but she fought it. Her responsible daughters were more than capable of surviving without their mom. They would be safe.

“Mom, you can let go now,” Kristy said.

Gwen slowly lowered her arms and stepped back. “I’m sorry, honey, but I won’t see you for—”

“Five weeks, Mom. You’ll only be gone a little over a month and I’m sure we’ll talk at least once a week.”

“Well, I for one hope you call every other day so we’ll know you’re safe,” said Krystal, her eldest daughter. “Now give me a hug.” She opened her arms wide.

Gwen gave her a bear hug and kissed the side of her head. She loved her daughters and she would miss them greatly. But they were both in college, working and living on their own. Kristy was sharing an apartment with two friends for the second year in a row. Krystal was rooming with her boyfriend and had one year of college left. By all accounts, her girls were grown and doing well. Gwen had taken good care of them, the best a single parent could. She’d helped them adjust to their adult responsibilities, then when the time had come that they didn’t need her anymore, she had started planning to fulfil one of her dreams.

“Watch over your sister for me,” Gwen said.

“We’ll be fine, Mom. Don’t worry.” Krystal grabbed her hand and squeezed it. “Have fun on your trip. You deserve it.”

Gwenevere smiled at her precious daughter. Maybe
deserve
wasn’t the right word, but she’d certainly earned it. She’d worked two jobs for seven years and saved as much as she could for her daughters and for her own retirement. Rarely did she take leave time from work unless her children had appointments or practices to attend. For extra spending money, she wrote articles for various magazines. But she didn’t spend the funds. She saved the majority of what she earned in a separate account. Not only was her rainy day fund healthy, her vacation time was too. Finding herself alone, free from her motherly duties and with the means to travel, she’d researched then booked a trip. She’d spend five weeks exploring Europe this time, come home for a few months, then leave for another six weeks later in the Spring. Her countless hours of work were going to finally pay off.

A woman on the intercom announced the number of the London flight. Boarding would start in fifteen minutes.

“That’s your flight, Mom.” Kristy grabbed Gwen’s carry-on and purse sitting on the floor near Gwen’s leg. Her arms strained as she lifted the bag. “Jeez, Mom, what have you got in here?”

Gwen slid the strap of her purse over her arm quickly before she took her bag. “Well, in case the airline loses my luggage, I brought an extra change of clothes and some beauty supplies. I thought I might need a pair of flat shoes, so I packed them too. Then my camera and notebook are in there. I also brought my Kindle to keep me busy during the long flight. There are a few odds and ends too.”

Her youngest daughter chuckled. “They’re not going to lose your bag, Mom.”

“I’m not taking any chances. I don’t want to be overseas without a clean pair of underwear and clothes.”

Kristy grinned while shaking her head, then pecked Gwen on the cheek.

“You’d better get going,” Krystal said with a smile that hinted at sadness.

Lips pressed together, Gwen nodded. “I’ll call you after I settle in at the hotel.”

“Love you, Mom,” Kristy said, then her eldest daughter repeated the same words.

Gwen inhaled a deep breath as she turned away from her daughters. The temptation to cry pressed upon her heart. She’d never been away from her girls for such a long time. Could she handle being an ocean apart from them for five weeks?

Her slight melancholy disappeared as she headed for the line at the security checkpoint. She would have five weeks as a free woman. Free to roam, explore and see the world instead of watching the History and Discovery channels. Yes, this single, forty-four year old wanted to live and enjoy life before she grew too old or became a grandmother.

After one of the security guards quickly scanned her ticket, she headed for one of the conveyor belts. She placed her bags sideways in the grey trays, then lifted one foot at a time behind her. The two-inch heels slipped off with ease and she smiled, glad she’d selected them and worn a black skirt and cream-coloured blouse. She wanted to stay cool and comfortable during the flight, especially since it was such a long one. Having removed her shoes, she set them in a third container and scooted it forward.

As her items rolled through the scanner, she ambled through the metal detector. The lack of an alarm or flashing light allowed her to sigh with relief. She didn’t have to pass through twice. The minute her containers rolled out from the scanner, she slipped her shoes on first, collected her bags then proceeded towards her gate.

A long line extended from the door when she reached her destination. Most travellers were adults. Although a few had children, none had babies. A long flight with a screaming kid would not be an enjoyable one.