Serendipity (Inevitable) (58 page)
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Authors: Janet Nissenson
“Oh, I agree Mrs. Atwood-to-be.” He kissed his way down her cleavage, dropping to his knees as his mouth dipped to her navel. “But that’s probably because I’m too busy telling you how much I also love your ass. And your legs. And especially this sweet, juicy cunt.”
“Nathan.” His name escaped her lips on a long, drawn-out moan, as he pushed aside the crotch of her panties to slide two fingers deep inside her.
“Always wet, always ready for me,” he crooned as his thrust his fingers in and out. “And once again you got these pretty panties soaked. You know what that means.”
He slid the pink lace boy shorts down her legs, and then carefully set them aside.
“We don’t want to lose them again, do we?” he asked with a smirk. “After all the trouble I went through retrieving them the first time.”
“N-n-no,” she agreed shakily, as he licked at her moist folds. Her legs were trembling, unsteadily in the sky-high stilettos as he proceeded to savor her with almost maddening slowness. He ate her out with exquisite care, opening her for his tongue and fingers, stimulating her clit until her hips began to rock against his mouth and he could feel her core convulse.
Nathan wrapped his arms around her knees, resting his forehead on her thighs, holding her steady as her body quivered with the long, drawn-out release he’d brought her to. He slid back up her body, unhooking her bra, and then led her over to the sofa. He bent her over the edge, her ass sticking up in the air, and he gave her buttocks a lingering caress.
“Don’t move. And leave the shoes on.” He ordered. “Stay exactly like that or I’ll spank you.”
In response, Julia wiggled her butt back and forth, drawing a chuckle from him as he swiftly undressed. When he was naked, he stepped behind her, his foot wedging its way in between hers.
“Spread them.”
She obeyed instantly, recognizing the command in his voice, and feeling the surge of excitement shimmer through her. She groaned as he rubbed his rock hard erection between the cleft of her buttocks.
“Mmm, I’d love to slide inside this tight, delicious little ass,” he breathed. “But not tonight, baby. We’d need to take that real slow and gentle and I need to fuck you hard and fast.”
Julie cried out as he suddenly thrust fully inside her wet, clenching pussy, and then commenced to ride her with deep, rapid strokes. He held her immobile, bent over the sofa, his hands on her hips and his thighs pressed against the back of her legs. Her breath escaped in short, audible gasps, overwhelmed by his total possession, and half-afraid she’d faint from the intensity. With each deep stroke of his cock, she whimpered with the near-painful pleasure, felt him butting against the entrance to her womb.
He reached his hand between her legs, his thumb finding her tender, swollen clit and flicked over it again and again until she felt her orgasm building.
“Oh, God, Nathan, yes, just like that. Ohhh, I’m so close, so close. Just – ahhh!” she cried, as her body was wracked with the strong spasms of her climax, even as he continued to pound into her fiercely.
“Christ, I love you, Julia!” he called out just seconds before he came, filling her with his hot seed. He wrapped his arms around her waist, holding her close against his chest as his body shook over and over again.
He carried her still trembling body – sans the stilettos - into the huge white marble bathroom. A short time later, the sunken tub was filled with hot, fragrant water and the room lit with a dozen vanilla scented candles. Nathan sat with his back against the tub, and Julia nestled in between his spread legs. She’d hastily piled her hair atop her head with a clip but several errant curls tumbled down her back to tease the surface of the water. He picked up one silky strand and wrapped it around his finger.
“We should order a bottle of champagne.”
She shook her head at his suggestion. “I think we indulged plenty at dinner, between a full bottle of champagne and another one of wine. Any more booze tonight and I’ll fall asleep right here in the tub.”
“You’re right. I’ll call room service for a pot of coffee instead. Or a few espressos. I plan on keeping you up for hours yet.”
Julia snickered, reaching between his legs to squeeze his semi-erect cock. “I believe that’s supposed to be my line.”
And then her snickers turned to gasps as he cupped her breasts, his fingers twisting the nipples.
“I haven’t fucked these beauties for awhile,” he murmured, licking the side of her neck. “Maybe we’ll get around to that before sunrise.”
“Hmm.” Her head had lolled back against his shoulder as he continued to pluck her nipples. “If you’re serious about having sex until dawn, maybe that pot of coffee isn’t a bad idea.”
Nathan laughed heartily, his arms wrapping around her waist as he nuzzled behind her ear. “Don’t worry, baby. I’ll allow you short naps in between. And last time I looked you had a stash of pastries inside the fridge in case you need nourishment.”
She swatted his playfully on the forearm. “Fiend. Considering I’ve probably already burned off like a thousand calories I probably will need to replenish if you’re going to ravish me all night long.”
He pinched her ass, drawing a yelp of protest from her. “Let’s get dried off. It’s almost midnight and we should watch the fireworks from our balcony. Then we’ll come back inside and set off our own fireworks.”
Despite the frigid temperatures and the freezing sleet, they wrapped themselves in the thick, fleecy hotel bathrobes and stepped out on the balcony.
“Should be any minute now, baby. Watch just over there,” he said, wrapping her tight in his arms to keep her warm.
“Hmm, this is much better than being out there with thousands of other people getting pushed and shoved. Best seat in the house,” she joked.
And then they could only ooh and ahh at the majestic display of fireworks that lit the Paris sky far above the Eiffel Tower.
“Happy New Year!” they told each other simultaneously, and shared a long, deep kiss.
“I love you, Nathan,” she murmured. “This is the most wonderful New Year’s Eve of my life.”
He kissed her sweetly. “Mine, too. And next year’s will be even better because we’ll be ringing in the New Year in our brand new home. As husband and wife.”
Julia tugged on his hair teasingly. “Married that soon, huh? And here I figured we’d have a very long engagement.”
She squeaked when he slid his hand inside her robe and gave her a pinch on the ass. “Brat. If you think I’m waiting more than a year to marry you, guess again. What’s the weather like in Carmel in June?” he asked.
She laughed as he swung her around, lifting her bare feet off the chilly tiles of the balcony. “A lot warmer than Paris in January.” Her eyes were shining as she planted a smacking kiss on his mouth. “And absolutely perfect for a wedding.”
The End
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