Passion Blooms in Paris (Diary of a Free Woman) (3 page)

“I started modeling in my youth. I played on television shows before I took a break and attended college. I returned to acting in my late twenties and have been in the business for the last ten years.”

He stopped in front of a portrait of a half-naked woman.

“You must have a lot of fans,” Gwen said.

“Yes. It’s difficult to go places sometimes. But this place is big and I can move around without too much attention. Pictures are not allowed.”

He turned to the framed art on the wall. As he surveyed it, she studied him and tried to guess his age. To be an actor for so long after completing his education had to place him in the mid to late thirties. The facial hair gave him an older, more experienced quality. Women tended to appreciate men who appeared to have confidence and brains. Add dark hair, tranquil blue eyes and lips worthy of sucking to said male and most women would drool on the spot. Hence the reason her panties were damp and she couldn’t help staring at him.

“This is not one of my favorite portraits of a woman, yet I look at it every time I come here. This woman holds fake beauty. Her skin is too white and it has a waxy sheen. She has no moles or hair. Her breasts are too small and the nipples seem unreal. Her expression is impassive. How can this be when she’s laying half naked in front of a man?” He shook his head and said something in French.

“Maybe this is a creation from the artist’s imagination and not a real person.”

“But why not make the woman more lifelike so we can appreciate her true beauty. Why paint her as something she’s not?”

He turned to face Gwen. “I’ve seen plenty of the women portrayed in pictures in the Louvre and their beauty doesn’t compare to you.”

A rush of heat reached her cheeks. “Do you say that to all the women?”

“No. And I’ve met plenty.” The corner of his mouth twitched. While holding her hand, he lifted his other and touched her shoulder. Slowly, he glided his fingers over her skin and tendrils of longing scurried to her breasts. “I greatly desire to see your beautiful body. Without clothes.”

He lowered his gaze to her chest and the yearning within her increased tenfold. But hesitation gnawed at her conscience. She was in the Louvre and she barely knew him. She took a deep breath as she considered what to do. What to say.

“I assure you, my girls are not like hers.”

A smile formed on his face. “They are bigger, yes.”

“Rounder, yes.”

“Full. And your nipples, are they hard?” He moved his fingers to her neck and gently grazed them lower, bringing the tips underneath the fabric of her sundress that covered her left tit.

“Yes. Very.”
And aching for his touch.

“Do they wish to be touched?”

“Yes, and sucked.”

The yearning in her core spread like a wildfire. His touch made her long for more, made her wonder what it would feel like for his hands to hold and squeeze her breasts. Staring at his lips, she imagined them closed around her perky buds and doing all the wicked fun things a man liked to do. Fuck, she wanted him.

“I would enjoy playing with your girls, as you call them,” he said with a sly grin. “But first, I’d have to lick every inch of your body. I want to taste you and the desire inside you. Are you wet, Gwen?” He slipped his fingers deeper under her sundress and into her bra.

She squeezed her thighs together. Damn, he was adding fuel to her carnal fire.

“I’m a horny forty-four year old woman. Yes, I’m very wet right now.”

His smile widened. He let go of her hand and wrapped his arms around her. “Honesty is an excellent quality to have.” He pulled her close until she touched his body.

“It’s one of my strong points,” she said as she felt something stiff press below her navel.

“I have several…strong areas as well.” He stared at her mouth.

“I can feel one now.” The length and firmness of his dick made her want to ride the man right then and there. She leaned into him, admiring the feel of his erection.

“My strength grows and wishes to be inside you.”

She wedged her free hand between their bodies and placed it over his solid member. “After you lick me.”

He moved his face closer to hers, well within kissing range. “I will roll my tongue all over your body, then devour the sweet spot between your legs. I will make you come and enjoy your womanly juice as pleasure enraptures you.” He smoothed his hands over her back and ass.

The need for him overwhelmed her. It was as if he was a siren, with his arousing words and sexy French accent. She rubbed her palm over the bulge in his pants. His cock twitched.

“I’d very much enjoy that.” She lightly touched his lips, encouraging him to kiss her.

He pressed his mouth to hers, but a thud on the floor jarred his attention. He dropped his arms and took a step back. Gwen twisted as a young man with a backpack stepped into the room. A woman followed him.

“Forgive me. I shall return,” Pierre said before he strode away from Gwen.

She stood frozen, gripping her purse and staring in shock as he left her. Desire burned within her flesh. She longed for him to do all the wonderful things he wanted to do to her. He’d kissed her. Well, he’d started to. How could he leave her in such a heated state? How could he walk away with such a hard-on?

She shook her head, trying to let go of her naughty thoughts and the hunger for sex gnawing at her insides. With a deep breath, she took one step and another. Although she faced the pictures on the wall, her focus wasn’t on them. Her strong need for Pierre continued to thrive. She hoped he suffered the same aching misery she did and it would force him to return to her soon.

Gwen increased her stride and entered the next exhibit. More paintings from the same era hung on the walls. Four guests studied the artwork. Gwen decided to skip examining the works and headed straight for the next open doorway.

A slight hum and vibration alerted her as she entered the next area. Luckily, no one else was around. Walking toward the corner, she lifted her purse and withdrew her phone. The message on the screen brought an instant smile to her face.

I want you, beautiful Gwen.

She quickly prepared a response to Pierre.
I want you, too.

The keen interest she had for Pierre was one she refused to ignore. She knew she should be marveling at the art in the Louvre, but damn it, she craved sex. And Pierre seemed willing to satisfy her needs.

Another message arrived promptly.

Do you want me to pleasure you with my tongue?

A light spasm between her legs answered on her behalf. The image of him licking her was one she took pleasure from, but she yearned for the real thing.

She typed her reply.

Yes. Then fuck me with your stiff cock. Make my visit to Paris one I will never forget.

She lowered the cell and kept it close to her hip, hidden by her hand and her sweater. While she waited for his next message, she strolled near the pieces of art and glanced over them. The second her phone vibrated in her hand, she glanced over her shoulder and checked for security and other guests. No one had entered the gallery yet.

She lowered her head and lifted her phone.

I’m three or four rooms from you. Alone. Come to me. Hurry.

Without delay, she shoved the cell into her purse and strode toward the open doorway. His instructions didn’t specify which direction to take, so she guessed based on the direction he’d gone when he’d left her. From one exhibit, she accessed another and scanned for Pierre. She discovered one person and the visitor’s height and build didn’t compare to the man she sought.

She left and stepped into a hall with two entrances on her left and two on the right. Staying in stride, she continued to the first opening. She found a few guests but none resembling Pierre.

She hurried to the next passageway with adrenaline fueling her pulse. She had to be getting close to finding him. Past the wide doorframe, she found a couple and two men in the large room. Neither one of the unaccompanied males resembled tall, dark and handsome Pierre.

Where the hell was he?

Sighing, she left and walked across the hall. The clack-clack of her shoes was light, but the sound echoed in the wide and vast museum. How many rooms away did he say he was? Three or four? She’d passed through one and checked on two others, which made the next the fourth. Approaching the exhibit, excitement rushed through her. She couldn’t wait to see him again.

She strode inside and came to an abrupt halt. She stood alone with paintings staring at her. Had she counted the rooms correctly? Had she taken too long to find him?

Gripping the handle of her purse, she returned to the hall and headed for the next room. Was he playing a game with her to see if she’d pursue him? Could he be watching her? She pressed her lips together, frustrated and angry at him. She didn’t like games and would surely let him know.

Unease churned within her when she stepped past what she considered the fifth threshold. The empty gallery came as no surprise.

Disappointment surfaced but she attempted to block it out. She was standing in the Louvre with magnificent pieces of art. Forget men. Forget the rigid penis she’d touched briefly, earlier. She could still enjoy her day in the museum.

She slowly examined the paintings on the wall and let the frustration drift from her. Although she hated not knowing the truth, she refused to ponder over the unanswered questions any longer. If he wanted to reach her, he could.

She took two steps into the next exhibit and gasped when Pierre grabbed her arms. He tugged her away from the doorframe and pulled her close until her breasts pressed against his chest.

“What took you so long?” he asked before he covered her lips with his and thrust his tongue deep inside her mouth.

Chapter Three

The intense kiss took Gwen by complete surprise. And she liked it. How could she not when he was stroking her tongue with his? Each brush sent desire coursing through her. She was on fire, burning with need for him. The frustration she’d felt no longer existed. Raw hunger now consumed her. He kissed her passionately, exploring and diving deep into her mouth. The hard object pressing against her belly was real. Clearly, the man longed for her. He held her tight to his body as if he refused to let her go. Her heart pounded and she needed air, but damn it, she enjoyed his playfulness and the feel of his rigid shaft touching her stomach.

He tore his lips away and spoke in French.

“Shut up and kiss me again,” she said as she placed her free hand on the side of his face.

He obeyed like a good lover and smothered her with another kiss. This time he claimed her tongue and sucked on it. A moan slipped from her, enthralled from his seduction. The temptation to lift her dress, release his stiff member and climb on top of him for a hard and fast ride plagued her thoughts. A quick romp would ease her heightened sexual craving, if only for a little while.

A gasp and a voice ended the kiss quickly. Pierre looked over her shoulder and said something she didn’t understand. Gwen glanced behind her and found an older couple talking to Pierre. She had no clue what they were saying.

“Come.” Pierre let go of one of her arms and led her into the adjoining room. Although it was empty, he continued to the next doorway.

Gwen glanced over her shoulder to see if anyone was following. “Did they recognize you?”

“I don’t think so. The man recommended I kiss you somewhere more privately.”

She grinned. “Really?”

“Yes.”

They entered another unoccupied area and stopped in front of a religious painting with naked male angels. Pierre shook his head and said something in his native language.

“What?” Gwen asked.

He tilted his head toward the picture. “More small penises.”

“Well, the angels reflect a semblance of religion. A large erection on a creature seen as pure and good might not go over well with the religious population.”

“Are you saying you like small ones?”

“No. No. Of course not.” The words flew out of her mouth.

He pressed his hand against her back and slid it down to her ass. “Good, because I have a large cock, and it wants to slide inside you.” He moved his digits between her butt cheeks and lower yet.

Once again, his sexy accent, sultry words and teasing touch roused her craving for him. Her body warmed and pulse quickened.

“I like the idea of a big dick filling me.” She found his shaft and rubbed it. He was quite sizable, as he’d admitted. She’d been wrong to think he was playing games with her. Clearly, he had more than a friendly interest for her.

He brushed his lips near her ear while he roamed his hand over her ass. “It wants to feel your heat and slickness.”

Her heart jumped. “Mm… I have just what he seeks,” she said as she caressed the rigid muscle in his pants.

“You do?”

“I do.”

“Then, you want it. Yes?” He kissed her cheek and fondled her ass.

“Yes.” She pressed her palm over his bulge. “I want it. Inside me. Filling me. Again, and again.”

“Would you come for me?” He pecked her ear.

The hair on his face was soft and tickled her slightly. “Yes, I’d come for you. I’d squeeze my walls around you and steal all your strength.”

He spoke in French again then said in English, “I can’t resist you. I want to fuck you right now.”

She licked her lips. Yes, she wanted him to fuck her, too.

He tugged her dress up and slid his hands over her bare ass. Choosing to wear a thong had worked in her favor.

“I love touching your flesh,” he said before he covered her mouth and squeezed her butt.

Passion returned in a heated rush and took control of Gwen. Forgetting who he was and where they were, she unzipped his pants. He moved his fingers lower, between her legs. When he touched her slick pussy, she decided she would take him here and now. Screw decency.

But the road to hot sex changed in an instant as it had before. The creak of the floor captured Pierre’s attention and he broke the kiss. He spun her around so his back faced whoever was entering the room. French words shot from his mouth. Judging from his angry tone, Gwen suspected he was cursing.