One Hundred Facets of Mr. Diamonds Vol.1- Aglow (3 page)

The heat in my stomach, my vagina lubricated, my hands attached in Diamonds hair, I am no more than a ball of desire. In one breath, he whispers, « I want you whole », and no longer waiting, he throws his jacket on the floor and lies me down on it. He dominates me from his full height, and when he removes his erect cock to be put on a condom, I can't stop a surprised scream : in daylight, his cock is even more impressive than in the dark. Far from taking my fears into consideration, he lies on me and penetrates me in one go which tears a long groan out of me. My throbbing vagina welcomes Diamonds battering blows with unbelievable pleasure. The long thrusts drive me crazy and I groaned almost continuously. Resting on one hand, he used the second to play with my clit, and whilst he gently twisted it, his cock pushed deep inside me, I feel orgasm overwhelm me and I bite into his shoulder to not scream with pleasure. After a few more blows, he climaxed in turn, deep within me, with large bursts that shook his entire body. He collapsed on me, and the scent of his hair, mingled with that of our two bodies and that of the cognac, completely intoxicated me. I can't believe it, having sex on Diamonds' cellar floor. « And your broken bottle ? » I asked him getting myself up, whilst he closed his pants. With a mischievous wink, he shrugged nonchalantly and turned around, neutral and inaccessible once again.

Castle Bagnolet seems far now even if I do go back every night in my wildest... and hottest dreams. But the Parisian routine soon regained the upper hand and Gabriel Diamonds' face gradually disappeared from my memories. After sex in the vaulted cellar, I caught my train to Paris without seeing my beautiful and mysterious lover again. I made up answers at my interview and normal life had resumed its course, between evenings with friends and working with Eric and Emily. One thing had changed however : I had a lot more confidence in myself than before. After such an adventure with such a handsome man, I find myself much prettier ! I think of this incredible weekend as the revelation of my femininity. And if I thought I would never see Diamonds again, I could not stop thinking about him day and night. I can even say : my heart beats for him. And when I happen to come across a man whose silhouette or smell resembles, by chance, that of Diamonds, I cannot suppress a little twinge when I discover it is not him.

With Marion, we got into the habit of taking our time in lieu on the same day to be able to make small cool outings. If I am to be single, I'm going to have fun with my friends ! This week, she suggested we take Friday off, to give ourselves a long relaxing weekend. We really need it, her as much as me, December and its lack of light was starting to get to us.

After hesitating a little over the content of our program, we decided to spend the Friday afternoon at the European House of Photography. I love this place, located in the heart of the Marais. The paved courtyard, the old mansion with large bright rooms, coffee in the vaults, I enjoy walking around the place even more than seeing the exhibitions on offer. I feel good, relieved. And on Fridays, it's almost empty, you feel as though you have the museum all to yourself and it's really nice. I meet Marion around 3pm, at the subway exit, and we walk to the museum together. Paris, in December, has a magical side : the streets are illuminated with Christmas lights, huge Christmas trees stand near the large windows of the Marais apartments. Passers-by in the street, have red cheeks and look happy. When leaving our coats in the cloakroom, I take a few minutes to show Marion my new dress, purchased that morning during a small shopping spree. Black with just the right tightness. The top, with long sleeves, is cut in a satin with tiny white specks that captures the light and make me look less tired. Then the dress flares out at the hips. The skirt, cut in thick beautifully crafted cotton, stops above the knees. I am wearing it with sheer stockings with a black line that follows the curve of my calf and my little leather boots.

« Wow, sexy ! » Marion exclaimed, when I do a turn to show her my dress, making me laugh. We quickly move to the bathroom and I make a quick chignon and touch up my makeup. Then, arm in arm, we head to the first room of the exhibition. This is a major exhibition of the work of an Italian photographer, Mimmo Jodice, about cities. The first photographs, in black and white, leave me speechless. They reveal aspects of Paris that escape me completely, I that am all too often satisfied to follow my underground-work journey. I'm not particularly enamoured with art, but I love going to museums, and I enjoy photograph exhibitions the most. A photo of Angoulême attracts my attention : I recognise the area around the city train station where I had only been once. Angoulême... that name sounds to me like the sweetest of melodies. Dreaming, I didn't notice the subtle signs Marion was making beside me right away.

- Psssst, she finally quips giving me a slight nudge. Don't look back, but there's an awfully sexy guy that has been checking you out for the past few minutes.

- Maybe he's checking you out, silly, I reply a little dryly, annoyed that she took me out of my dream.

- No, no, I swear he really seems stuck by you, she slips into my ear before moving away toward another room.

And suddenly, I feel it, this look on me, on my neck specifically : magnetic, electric, overpowering. Could it be that... I dare not turn to face the person staring at me, so I turned on my heel and go back to the first room of the exhibition. I hear footsteps behind me, has the stranger decided to play cat and mouse ? I accelerate, to see, making my heels clack on the stone slabs of the lobby. The steps behind me accelerate too. To avoid a tour group approaching me, I suddenly fork left, towards the elevator. When I press the button, I hear the warm and serious voice that I recognise immediately.

- So it is you, I wasn't dreaming, whispers Gabriel Diamonds.

His breath on my neck makes me shiver, but to hide my confusion, I did not turn around.

- Mademoiselle is interested in photography ? continues the sweet voice in a mocking tone where I detect a little tenderness.

The lift doors open in front of me and we enter at the same time.

- Going up ? Diamonds asks pressing the button for the second floor. No longer able to stand it, I look up to him and I am struck by the beauty of his face. I barely have time to see a strange glow in his eyes when our mouths, as tough magnetic, exchange a long embrace.

A fire instantly lights in my belly. I had forgotten how well this man kisses and how our mouths seem to be made for each other. With a shortness of breath, I whisper :

- But what are you doing here ?

Sliding a firm hand on my neck, he mumbles :

- Not important, the important thing is that I have found you.

His scent intoxicates me, and in a moment of desire, I glue to him to kiss him again. As though in response to the excitement that animates my groin, I feel a bump harden against my thigh. His mouth is lost in my neck, he kisses and bites me at the same time.

- Hmm, you always taste so good, whispers my beautiful lover pressing a small red button which instantly stops the lift. His hot lips now embrace the bare skin of my cleavage, making me shiver from head to foot. A little voice inside me wonders if all this is real, but the moment is so good that I let myself go under the Diamonds' caresses. He wedges one of his thighs between my legs and, while using his expert tongue on my earlobe, he slides a hand on my knee and slowly lifts it up along my thigh. I hear him moaning with pleasure when he finds the lace at the top of my stockings with his fingertips. His hand continued its climb under my dress, and it's my turn to moan with pleasure when he touches the edge of my already wet panties. «

- I really want you, whispers Diamonds in a languid voice.

Then, in a much less caressing tone, he ordered : »

- Turn around !

The order finality excites me incredibly, and it is with utmost pleasure that I turn around showing him my back. He immediately rolls up my dress to feel my buttocks with one hand while the other weighs my breasts one after the other. He slides my panties down my thighs, and I can only lift my heels one after the other to release my legs while my pelvis undulates rubbing against the zip of his pants. I let out a little scream when I feel Diamonds right middle finger enter me, followed by a longer groan when he starts to roll and gently pinch my clit between his thumb and forefinger. His cock, through his pants, is up against the opening of my buttocks and begins thrusts that make me go crazy. At time when, no longer able to stand it, I'm about to beg him to penetrate, I hear the rustle of a condom wrapper. I stretch my buttocks toward Diamonds with a desire that surpasses and surprises me. He penetrates me at once, all in the way in, and makes me groan increasingly harder with his thrusts. My breasts are stuck to the mirror in front of me, I look at our two bodies reflected to infinity in the small lift. The cold glass against my hot nipples makes me go wild.

Suddenly, Diamonds grabs my hips with both hands and makes me thrust faster, longer and stronger. His face in my hair, I only perceive his appreciative gasps. The acceleration in which he penetrates makes me lose my mind and, in a final burst, I climax intensely. He slides a few more minutes inside my lubricated vagina and, raising his head and catching my eyes in the mirror, climaxes, with the characteristic sigh.

He kisses me with infinite tenderness while I put my panties back on and smooth my dress with a flat hand. Then he presses the red button and the elevator goes back into motion. He whispers :

- See you soon.

Our paths then diverge on the landing of the second floor. I find Marion who jumps on me :

- But, it's been a quarter of an hour since I lost you ! Where were you ?

A quarter of an hour... it felt like it had been an eternity. I mumbled that I had to go to the toilet whilst watching my beautiful lover's silhouette among the visitors. With a foggy mind, vagina still palpitating, I follow Marion through the photographs without looking at anything. I can only think of the image in the mirror of the lift : a very handsome man with a perfect body and piercing blue eyes making love intensely to a young woman with a pretty face. I realise that I am that young woman and the pride I felt made me blush.

I think it was a dream. I'm here, in a museum with my friend Marion, a Friday afternoon... and I really made love in an incredible way with a wonderful man, multi billionaire even ? What was he doing there ? Where did he go, had he vanished ? Thousands of questions invade my mind, still in shock from the pleasurable experience in the lift. Marion thinks i'm on the moon and I don't know what to say to justify my condition. We quickly go around the exhibition and get our coats from the cloakroom. In the queue, Marion teases me and says :

- But Amandine, are you in love or what ?

I am surprised by my heart's jump at this comment. In love... it may well be, casual. Moments later, we left Saint-Paul, where we took the subway in opposite directions. I wander around my neighbourhood a bit, hoping that the fresh air will get me out of this fluffy state in which I find myself, but to no avail, my thoughts drift towards Diamonds. Who is he ? Why is he so mute ? What does he think of me ? Here I am in front of my apartment. I feel my pockets looking for my keys, that I always misplace. In my coat's right pocket, something hard catches my attention. It is a cream coloured business card, thick paper. My heart races when I see Gabriel Diamonds' name engraved in gold letters.

I swiftly turned the card. On the back, in large ample writing, in black ink, are these words : « Meet up in Tuscany following the exhibition, next weekend. Desired arrival Saturday, December 22 at 10 am », followed by a mobile number. With a beating heart, I didn't even go into my house and spent a quarter of an hour reading and rereading the two lines in disbelief of what had happened to me. Gabriel Diamonds invited me for the weekend ? Me, Amandine ? I find it hard to believe that I'm not dreaming. Excited, I called Marion and invited myself over to hers. I jumped back on the subway, thinking to the power of a thousand. Arriving at Marion, I spill the whole story, before her round eyes. Very pragmatic, her first reaction is to say :

- You see I was right, you're completely in love Amandine !

Then, once the surprise was over, she helped me find the right approach. I go home appeased and text the number on the card. « Ok for Dec. 22. I'll get my train tickets tonight. See you soon. Amandine ». I had a lot of trouble sleeping that night, and even more so concentrating at work over the next few days.

The 22nd is almost here, and I'm spending my life on the phone with Marion, the only one aware of the incredible adventure that is happening to me. On the 20th, my suitcase is already fastened, and I try really hard to not let Eric see my impatience to leave work on the evening of 21st.

On the train on the way to Italy, I think of the madness I'm committing : after all, I know nothing of this man. We have only seen each other three times, and we have only made love in an incredible way. But who is he, underneath ? I hope to get to know him this weekend, but at the same time, I'm dying of fright. When I get out of the car that picked me up at the station, I gasp at the beauty of the area that I imagine belongs to Diamonds. A large white stone villa overlooking a natural pool surrounded by cypress trees. As far as the eye can see, vineyards and fields lie in the sun. I do not have time to dwell further on the details of the landscape. Near a building that looks like a barn, I see Gabriel, and his beauty paralyses me. Just wearing white linen trousers, he is topless. I see his chest for the first time, and I am seized by the splendour of his muscular and golden body. Fine droplets of sweat pearl from between his pecs, and I see he is chopping wood with an axe. Seeing me, he came towards me.

- The weather is very good, and even hot for the month of December, but the nights are cool, he explained as a hello. Would you like something to drink, miss ?

Leading me into the house, he seats me at a table prepared for two.