A French Affair (4 page)

Chapter Seven

Sydney woke up feeling as far away from bright-eyed and bushy-tailed as it was possible to be. After the impromptu snog in the Tuileries Gardens yesterday, they’d grabbed an ice cream – which hadn’t done much to cool her down – and headed to look at the pyramid at The Louvre, which had been made even more famous than it already was by Dan Brown’s best-selling book and the resulting film. After that, they’d wandered back down to the river and walked alongside it, hand in hand, before heading back to the car, and finally, back to Monthiers.

Once they’d arrived at the barn, Sydney had told Harry she’d rather he didn’t accompany her inside, just in case they got carried away again, adding that they should both sleep – separately – on what had happened between them and see how they felt in the morning. Harry had departed reluctantly after a brief kiss on the lips, leaving her to crawl into bed, tossing and turning and wishing she’d not been so cautious and had just let him come in with her.

A knock at the door elicited a snarl from her parched throat, until her sleepy brain kicked in, and she realised that the only person it could be was Harry. The builders didn’t start quite this early, and besides, they had no reason to disturb her.

Panic hit her like a tidal wave, and she froze. Her natural instinct, of course, was to go and answer the door, but the fact that she’d literally just woken up and probably looked a fright was preventing her from moving. Maybe he’d think she was still asleep and go away.

He rapped again. ‘Sydney, it’s me!’ Then, pointlessly, ‘It’s Harry.’

Forcing her limbs to move, she rolled out of bed and over to the window. Opening it a little, she replied, ‘Just a minute. You woke me up.’ She closed it again before giving him chance to reply, then went into the bathroom, splashed cold water on her face, scraped hasty fingers through the birds’ nest that was her hair and decided that would have to do. Perhaps her terrifying state would scare him off and mean she could avoid having a difficult conversation at such an early hour.

Grabbing her robe from the hook on the bedroom door, she slipped into it, tied the belt tightly around her waist, and left the room. As she got halfway down the stairs, she could see Harry though the pane of glass at the top of the door. He looked as though he’d had a sleepless night too. She didn’t know whether to be relieved or disturbed by this information.

Sucking in a breath in an attempt to steady her nerves and push some oxygen to her brain, hopefully kick-starting it, she opened the door.

‘Morning,’ she said, standing back to let him in.

‘Morning,’ he replied, regarding her with a sheepish expression. ‘Sorry. I slept really badly, then woke up at half six and couldn’t get back to sleep, so I thought I’d come over and deprive you of sleep too.’ His grin told her he was only half-joking. ‘Anyway, these are for you.’

She took the proffered flowers and box of chocolates with a frown. ‘What are these for?’

‘Well,’ he said, heading into the kitchen, filling the kettle and switching it on, ‘I did what we agreed. I slept on it. As I said, I slept really badly, but you get the gist. And this morning I still think we should go for it – more than ever, actually. Yes, we’ve both got baggage, and at home there’s a bit of distance between us, but that’s even more reason to give it a go. If things don’t work out, at least we won’t bump into each other in the street! And as for bringing flowers and chocolate, well, I didn’t know which you’d prefer, so I decided to hedge my bets. I’m determined to impress.’

The mischief in his eyes and the smile threatening to take over his lips were infectious. Sydney couldn’t help it – she laughed. And once she started, she couldn’t stop. When she eventually calmed down enough to take a breath, she put the gifts he’d brought her on the worktop and stepped over to where he stood by the boiling kettle. She slipped her arms around his waist, and he quickly reciprocated.

Harry leant down for a kiss, then paused, seemingly thinking better of it. ‘Does that mean you’re going to give us a chance?’

Standing on her tiptoes, Sydney pressed a kiss to his lips. ‘What do you think?’

‘I’m going to take that as a yes.’ With that, he captured her mouth with his, and they quickly became lost in one another, this time with no reason to stop.

Sydney felt much better about their kiss this time. Firstly, she too had spent time during the night thinking about their potential relationship. She’d eventually come to the conclusion that it was pointless trying to guess what would happen. The only way to find out if things would work out between them was to try. She couldn’t punish him – and herself – for her ex’s deceit. If she never trusted another man again, then she’d never be happy. And she deserved happiness – everyone did.

She pulled away, feeling pleasantly dizzy and sucking in a much-needed deep breath. Harry took her hands and pressed kisses to her knuckles, and it was then she realised he’d removed his wedding ring, leaving a band of pale skin in its wake.

‘You’ve taken it off,’ she said, though it was stating the obvious.

‘Yes, I have. It felt like the right thing to do. I’ll always love and miss Shelly, but she’s gone and there’s bugger all I can do about it. And I figured that as I’m asking you to give me a go, to let go of your past and trust me, the least I can do is let go of my past too. I have no doubt in my mind that it won’t be plain sailing, but I genuinely think it will be worth it.’

He was so wide-eyed, so earnest, and his words so meaningful that she didn’t know how to respond. So she let her body do the talking instead. Walking backwards and pulling him along with her, she perched on the edge of the kitchen table and wrapped her arms and legs around him, guiding his head down for another kiss. She gave it her everything, doing her best to tell him with actions what she couldn’t seem to put into words. That she thought it would be worth it too. That she’d let go of her past and make a fresh start with him, and do her very best to make him happy.

The passion that had threatened to overwhelm them the previous day did just that, and the kitchen filled with moans, groans, and grunts, punctuated by the occasional expletive. They held onto one another for dear life, and Sydney could not stop herself from grinding against the erection that was pressed between her thighs, which quickly grew harder as she writhed.

Twisting his face away and gasping into her ear, Harry said, ‘Fucking hell, Sydney. Carry on doing that and I won’t be able to stop myself from pulling off those cute pyjamas and doing very rude things to you.’

Her response was another jerk of her hips.

Harry growled. ‘I’m not joking.’

She moved her arms from around his neck and shifted them until she could cup his buttocks in her hands. ‘Neither was I.’ She pulled him harder onto her, so hard she was in danger of getting bruised. ‘Harry Bay, I would very much like you to do rude things to me.’

‘
Very
rude things, I said.’

‘So be it.’

‘You sure?’

‘I’m sure,’ she said quietly, then turned his face back to hers and kissed him.

Their lips and tongues battled, parting only when between them they yanked off Sydney’s robe and pyjama top and Harry’s polo shirt. The rest of the time, they busily unzipped and unbuttoned until they were both naked, their heated skin moulded together.

Sydney reached to grab his cock.

‘Sydney,’ he gasped, taking hold of her wrist. ‘Wait … let me look at you.’ He stepped back, his naked form totally glorious and yet utterly out of place in a kitchen. ‘Wow, you’re beautiful.’

As his gaze raked her body, she did the same to him, studying him from the top of his greying head to the tips of his toes. She very much liked what was in between. His shoulders were broad, well-defined, his torso not overly muscular, but toned. He had legs somewhere between a football player and a rugby player – thick and strong, but not too big for his frame. And as for his cock … Well, it had been long enough that anything would have done, but she certainly wouldn’t be “making do” with Harry’s cock.

It was just right, as a certain fairy tale character would have said. Not small, not by a long shot, but not so large that it would be uncomfortable. More importantly, given his superb kissing technique, she suspected he knew what to do with it.

Finally, she shifted her gaze back up to his face and was then caught like a rabbit in headlights. His eyes were hooded, the look he shot at her intense and laden with intent. He appeared predatory, hungry, and she had no wish to deny him any longer.

‘Come here,’ she said, with a grin and a crook of her finger. ‘I’m done looking. Now I want to touch.’

He smirked back and closed the space between them in a couple of large strides. His stiff cock pressed against her as he took her into his arms, leaning down to draw her bottom lip into his mouth.

She writhed against him as he sucked at the delicate flesh, the delicious sensations he elicited zipping around her body at light speed. ‘Mmm …’ She slipped her hand down past her stomach and took hold of his shaft. This time he didn’t stop her. He was too busy turning her in a mass of supercharged hormones. She decided to return the favour.

Shifting her fingers lower, she encircled his cock and began to stroke him slowly but firmly. Now it was Harry’s turn to moan.

‘Unf,’ he groaned, ‘that’s good. So fucking good. But if you carry on, I’m not going to last long. And it was already going to be quick!’

‘That’s all right,’ she replied, picking up her pace. ‘Kitchen tables aren’t exactly designed for long-winded lovemaking, are they?’

‘That’s true.’ Then he flicked his gaze down to the wooden surface beneath her bottom, looking concerned. ‘Are you all right?’

‘I’m fine.’ She gave his dick a squeeze, pulling a strangled moan from his throat. ‘But I’ll be even better when you fuck me.’

‘I’d like nothing more.’ He reached down and pushed her thighs apart, then paused. ‘Oh fuck. I don’t have any condoms. Do you?’

The crestfallen expression on his face would have made her laugh if the atmosphere hadn’t been so charged, so serious. ‘I don’t, but it doesn’t matter. I presume that you’re clean?’

He nodded.

‘Good. And I’ve been tested since, you know, and I’m OK too. And we don’t have to worry about babies.’

‘We don’t?’

‘No. I’m covered.’

He raised an eyebrow. ‘In that case, shall we stop talking?’

She laughed and pressed a kiss to the nearest part of his body she could reach, which happened to be his forehead. ‘Yes, I think that’s a bloody good idea.’

With that, she hooked her legs around his buttocks and pulled him closer. Harry quickly slipped his hand down and grasped his shaft, aiming it at her entrance. Their fooling around had rendered her slick so he sunk home with minimal resistance, her walls parting eagerly to allow him inside. Their groans and expletives filled the room, and when his balls rested against her, he paused for a few seconds, allowing them both to enjoy the moment.

‘Christ,’ he forced out, leaning his forehead against hers. ‘I feel like a horny teenager, or a born-again virgin. I thought I was going to come right there and then!’

‘I’m sure you can hold on a little longer than that, can’t you? And if not, you’d better hope you can get hard again soon afterwards, because you’re not leaving this room until I’ve had an orgasm. Preferably around your cock.’

‘Such dirty words from such an angelic mouth.’ He pressed a kiss to said mouth. ‘Carry on like that and I’ll definitely come.’

Chapter Eight

Groaning, Sydney and Harry disentangled their limbs.

‘Fucking hell,’ he said. ‘That was …’

‘Amazing? Fantastic? Explosive?’

‘Wow, you’re modest, aren’t you?’

She stuck her tongue out at him. ‘Just saying how it is. Or was. Come on, let’s go upstairs.’ Sliding off the table, she took his hand.

‘Again?’ he said, looking down at his limp cock.

‘Yes,’ she replied, decisively. ‘Again.’

‘I’ll do my best.’

They made their way upstairs and into Sydney’s bedroom. Crossing the room, they clambered onto the bed and moved straight into one another’s arms once more. Their mouths mashed together, lips parting, tongues exploring, hormones racing.

Sydney reached down and grasped Harry’s buttocks, digging her fingers into the firm flesh and pulling him even tighter to her, grinding her crotch against his.

He made an indecipherable sound into her mouth, and she was gratified to note that his cock had already started to swell once more. She forced a hand between their heated torsos and helped him along, busily stimulating his shaft until it was ready to go again. Then she pulled away from his kiss, pushed him onto his back, and began crawling backwards down the bed.

‘Hey, what are you doing?’ he asked.

‘What do you think?’ she replied with a saucy grin.

He chuckled. ‘Oh … that. Well, don’t let me stop you, but why don’t you turn around so I can do you at the same time?’

‘A 69?’ she said incredulously.

Harry frowned. ‘Yes, why? What’s wrong with that?’

‘Well,’ she said, shifting her gaze to the bedspread, ‘some guys don’t like doing that. You know, to me. I think they all like blowjobs!’

‘For fuck’s sake.’ His tone startled her, and she looked back at him, wide-eyed. ‘That ex of yours really was an arsehole, wasn’t he? Do you like it?’ He softened his tone at that last, and she nodded. ‘Well then, get that sexy arse of yours up here, because I fucking love it.’

Heat rushed into her cheeks, more from arousal and anticipation at his words than from any embarrassment. Bloody hell, she thought, I’ve really struck lucky here, haven’t I?

She moved next to him on the bed, then shuffled up towards where his head lay on the pillow.

‘Come on,’ he said, giving her backside a playful slap. ‘Hurry up, I want to taste you.’

His words spurred her on, and she slung her leg over his head, moved into position, and carefully lowered herself onto his face, not wanting to squash him. She’d only just found the guy, the last thing she wanted to do was cause death by suffocation. That would be a tricky one to explain.

Shaking her head to rid herself of her mildly silly thoughts, she leant down and propped her elbows either side of Harry’s hips, making sure she could reach his cock.

‘OK?’ he said.

‘Yep.’ She gave a swift lick of his shaft. ‘I’m ready.’

His hands came up and around her thighs and gripped her bottom. Then, as he pulled her down so he could reach her pussy, she took hold of the base of his shaft, holding it still, and closed her lips around the tip. The resultant moan he gave vibrated onto her pussy, sending sparks of pleasure rushing through her.

Then, on some unspoken signal, they both began their sexy tasks. She flicked her tongue around the sensitive head of his cock, coating it in plenty of saliva. When it was nice and slippery, she sunk her lips onto him and moved slowly down and down.

Her movements had made Harry pause for just a second, but to his credit, he regained his composure quickly and continued to dance his tongue between her folds, touching all of her most sensitive places … except for one. He deliberately avoided her clit, instead licking up all of their mingled juices, then pointing his tongue and penetrating her shallowly with it.

She cried out, the sound muffled and garbled by his dick, and decided to up her game further. Perhaps if she drove him wild, used all of her skills to propel him rapidly towards orgasm, he’d stop teasing her and give her what she really wanted. There was only one way to find out. Moving one of her hands past the base of his cock, she cupped his balls and rolled them gently, listening for any sounds he might make, and paying careful attention to how his body reacted. A sharp intake of breath and the further thickening of his shaft told her everything she needed to know.

She began to bob her head up and down on his cock, concentrating hard to keep the suction on and to also stimulate his balls at the same time.

Initially it made him pause again, his tongue just maddening millimetres from where she wanted it to be. But then it seemed he came to the conclusion that if she was going to go for it, so was he. His fingers dug ever tighter into her cheeks, the pain adding an extra layer of sensation to that already taking over her body. Then he plunged his tongue into her cunt one final time, before moving – finally – onto her swollen and needy clit.

She couldn’t help it; a sigh of satisfaction escaped her throat, and the vibrations around Harry’s shaft added further fuel to his erotic fire. Precome seeped from his tip, the unique taste coating her tongue and making her eager to coax more from him before their session was done. Just a little, though; she didn’t want him to come in her mouth – not this time, anyway. Their quickie in the kitchen had been hot and sorely needed, but right now she was indulging in foreplay with the intention of having him inside her pussy again, and looking into one another’s eyes as they bucked and thrust their way to blissful oblivion.

It seemed Harry had no such qualms about making her come – she was very glad she was a woman, meaning orgasms didn’t stop the action – as he closed his lips around her distended bud and pulled it into his mouth. Without even a moment’s pause, he started to suckle her, gently at first, then harder when she’d had a few seconds to get used to it.

From then onwards, what they were doing morphed into some kind of competition. The harder he sucked her clit, the harder and faster she sucked his cock. Rude sounds filled the room, mingling with the moans and groans until, finally, Sydney jerked her mouth off of Harry’s cock with an audible pop.

‘Oh fuck,’ she said, pulling in a sharp breath through her nostrils, ‘I’m going to … uhh … come!’

Harry’s skilled mouth continued to work, sending her over the edge fast and hard. The build-up was sharp; the lazy tingles she usually experienced bypassed entirely and replaced with a rapid tightening of her abdomen, which equally speedily gave way to her release. She bunched her fingers into the duvet, holding on tight to reduce the risk of her flying away on the heavenly sensations.

Hot nectar flowed from her, and only then did Harry release her clit, busily lapping up her juices as she swore, spasmed and trembled over him.

‘Let go,’ she said, then, realising it had barely been a whisper, she repeated herself more loudly. ‘Let me go, Harry. My legs are about to give way.’

He did as she asked, helping her to flop onto her back and gain a couple of minutes respite to recover from her climax.

‘You all right?’ he said, his face suddenly appearing over hers.

‘Yes,’ she said, giving him a dopey grin. ‘Just, you know, phew!’

‘What’s scary is that made no sense at all, and I still knew what you meant.’ He dropped a kiss onto her damp forehead. ‘So, uh, you reckon you’re fit to carry on? I’ve got something that needs taking care of.’ He nodded towards his still-erect cock and gave a hopeful smile.

‘Yeah, as long as you go on top until my legs start working again.’

‘It would be my pleasure.’ He gently pulled one of her legs outwards so he could clamber between them. Then he worked his way up her body, nudging her thighs further apart until he was settled, his knees between hers and his hands either side of her chest, propping him up. ‘OK?’ he asked, butting his erection up against her slit so she couldn’t mistake what he was really asking.

‘Yes,’ she said, reaching up to grip his biceps, ‘I’m ready when you are.’

Shifting his hips around a little, he managed to aim his wide head against her entrance without using his hands. Then, pressing into her slick folds, he gasped as her cunt gobbled him up. ‘Fucking hell, you’re so damn tight. And you feel amazing.’

‘Ah … you do too –’ The last word morphed into a gasp as a shallow, fast jerk of Harry’s hips butted his cock against her G-spot. ‘Ooh, that was good. Do it again.’

He wasn’t all the way inside her, but he did it anyway, repeating the small, sharp movements so every thrust shoved his cock, at the perfect angle, onto her G-spot. The direct stimulation was amazing, and she could feel herself swell around him.

Apparently, so could Harry. ‘Oh God. That’s just … perfect.’

Sydney could see the strain on his face as he struggled to continue at the depth and speed that achieved such delicious pleasure for her, when what he really wanted to do was sink balls-deep into her cunt. She decided to give him what he wanted … sort of.

‘You know, if you keep doing that as fast as you can, I’ll probably have a G-spot orgasm.’

He raised his eyebrows. ‘I confess I know what one is, but I’ve never felt one around my cock, so I’m more than willing to give it a go.’

‘I haven’t finished,’ she said, getting a chagrined look from Harry in return. ‘If you can do that for me – and you’ll definitely know when you have – then you can fuck me as hard, as fast, and as deep as you damn well like.’

His answer was a pause. His entire body froze and he pulled in a deep breath. ‘OK,’ he said, giving her a cheeky smile. ‘I’ll do my very best.’

She hung on tight, lifting her head slightly so she could watch his cock – wet with their juices – pump in and out of her, fast and shallow, each backward movement in danger of making his cock slip out altogether. She hoped it didn’t – the sensations in her G-spot were too damn good.

She looked back up at his face, and their eyes met. By now, she was too far gone to smile, speak, or even think, so she just gazed up at Harry, riding on the delicious waves ebbing and flowing through her body. Then she felt the tell-tale sensation, the uncontrollable tightening of her cunt, making her want to push, and push damn hard.

‘Oh fucking God,’ Harry said. ‘It feels like you’re going to pull my cock off.’

‘I bloody well hope not,’ she replied, struggling to get the words out as her eyes rolled back in her head and bliss overtook her, juices forcing their way out of her, pushing past Harry’s shaft. It wasn’t the same as a clitoral orgasm, but it was still damn good and the release made her feel dizzy and silly, like she was a little drunk. ‘Mmm … I think you’ve earned your reward, sweetheart.’

Her body hadn’t even got over one bout of pleasure when Harry began to take his, fucking her – and himself – into oblivion until their yells grew so loud and abandoned that even the thick walls of the barn would not stop the outside world hearing them. Sydney didn’t care either. All she could think about was what was happening right then, as clever movements on Harry’s part sent her spiralling into another, more conventional climax, even as his cock leapt and spurted inside her. She was wrung out, rendered limbless and mute, and she hovered somewhere between sleep and wakefulness for some time until Harry stroked her hair away from her face and kissed her.

‘That was … indescribable. Literally.’

She managed to give him a weak smile, when all she really wanted to do was go to sleep. Or fuck him again. Either thing would be fine.

‘Hey,’ he said softly, ‘I hate to do this, but the builders just turned up. I’d better go and see what their plan is for the day and chivvy them along. Do you want to come back to my place with me? You can work in my spare room and you won’t be disturbed. Unless you want to be, that is.’ He winked at her.

‘Yes,’ she said, his words having forced her brain to concentrate and to wake up. ‘That would be great, thank you. Can I go and have a shower first? If you don’t want to wait, I can always walk if you tell me where to go.’

‘Don’t be silly. I don’t mind waiting. I haven’t got an awful lot to do today, really. Just go food shopping, go and price up some appliances for next door when it’s ready, and phone my kids. I’m saving the best bit until last.’

She grinned. The love in his eyes when he spoke about his children was endearing.
He
was endearing. ‘OK. I’ll be as quick as I can.’