The Accidental Mistress (24 page)

"So you keep in contact
with your father?"

"No. When I was growing up
I was shuffled between the two of them. I got to go to school in
the states for a stint. I decided America was more for
me."

"You consider yourself more
American than French?"

There must have been
something in his tone because she stared at him a furrowed brow.
"You don't like the French? Do you?"

"I didn't say
that."

"I get the feeling you
don't. The way you said you are American, sounded like. Oh never
mind."

"My mother has crammed my
legacy down my birth from the crib. Being part of the French
aristocracy is like some merit badge for her. She destroyed my
father in the end. Or maybe his inability to please her drove her
to it. Either way, no I'm not fond of the great Republic of France.
Okay?"

"You and your mother aren't
close? That has to be hard. A son's relationship to his mother is
as important as hers to her father."

Christophe sipped his wine.
He was done talking about Stephanie Montague.

"Is that why you don't call
yourself Stephan? Why you call yourself Christophe?"

"It was my father's name
for me, the name of his father."

"Is he dead?"

"He's dead.
Alcoholism."

"I'm so sorry."

Christophe smiled. "Don't
be. I'm over it."

"Are you?"

"Look at how great I turned
out." he spread his arms wide. She looked at him, then smiled. He
didn't see pity in her eyes. That was a relief. He was halfway
through his meal before he realized he'd told her more in the short
conversation about himself than he shared with Gabriella. Talking
of his parents always made him uncomfortable. Suddenly he felt none
of that.

"You're fascinating,
Christophe. I can tell you're lonely, sad sometimes, but you don't
seem bothered by it. I think you've accepted life as is, given
up."

"What makes you think I'm
lonely?" he asked.

Zuri sipped her wine. He
was curious as to her choice in words. He wasn't exactly begging
for the attention of a woman or bemoaning his existence. Why would
she conclude he was lonely?

She lowered her glass. "I
don’t think you're lonely. I feel that you are or I felt it
yesterday when you kissed me.
La seule
vraie langue du monde est un baiser."

He found the words beautiful: "The only true
language in the world is a kiss?" he translated.

She nodded. "A woman can tell a lot about a
man by the way he kisses her."

"Have you kissed many men?"

"Only three." she smiled.

He smiled. "And that makes you an
expert?"

"At kissing? No. At telling who a man is by
his kiss. Well that comes naturally. Don't you feel it when you
take a woman into your arms? Isn't a kiss the most sensual way to
express your self? There's a lot to be found in tasting
someone."

"Shall I tell you what you taste like?" he
asked, leaning forward. Remembering how sweet her nectar was
between her legs.

Zuri laughed. "I'm not sure. Is it
appropriate dinner conversation?"

"I can't figure you out. You're beautiful,
smart, kind. Why hasn't any man made you his?"

"Who’s to say no man has." She held his
stare. "I know things were uncomfortable between us after that
night four years ago. But I never forgot what happened between us."
Her eyes returned to his. "It's been hard to forget how I felt that
night with you."

Christophe paused. "So, you
haven't um, you haven’t
—
"

"Had sex with another man?" She chuckled.
"No. I've come close, but I haven't. Not because I was waiting on
you, but I have been waiting... on the right man."

He dropped back in his chair. He wasn't sure
if he could believe her. The way she moved on the dance floor. The
way she touched him, kissed him. She didn't behave like a novice.
He immediately hated himself for doubting her, just as he did the
first night he had her.

"You don't believe me." Her eyes
narrowed.

"It's not
that
—
"

"Then what?"

"I feel like a fool," he confessed.

"Why?"

"Because I've wasted so much time not
knowing you. Will you be honest with me? Did I... did I jade you
about sex, making love? After we... because of how we parted?"

Zuri stabbed a cube of meat on her plate
with her fork. "Partly, yes. At first, I was angry at myself. Then
I was focused on school again. Driven to make my father proud. But
when I tried again with a man who cared, it just didn't feel right.
That wasn't you. It was me." She lifted her gaze to him and gave
him a coy smile. "I think."

Christophe felt the possessive urge to take
some delight in the fact no one has had her but him. But the guilt
was there too. He had given and robbed her of a true experience.
And he realized in that moment he'd done it on purpose. The moment
he felt that connection with her, he wanted to destroy it. Make her
loathe love and him as much as he did back then. How stupid he was.
She reached for the wine bottle and he reached over to stop her.
"No more."

"Huh?" she said curiously.

"No more wine, tonight."

She stared at him for a moment then
understood his request. Her hand slipped from under his. Christophe
rose from the table and went to her. Zuri rose from her chair and
turned to him. He cupped her chin and tilted her head back. "Am I
truly forgiven? Because I want to make it up to you."

She nodded.

Christophe's lips moved
over Zuri's. She tasted so much sweeter with the addition of wine
on her breath and tongue. Slowly she pressed into him, her arms
lifting to go around his neck. A sudden blood rush hit his brain,
and the very room around him began to spin, then fade from
existence. The pounding of his heart finally quieted with the feel
of her lips under his. She moaned into his mouth and he knew that
she spoke the truth. There weren't enough words in French or
English to express all he learned about himself and his feelings
for her within this kiss.

I have to have
her.

Her mouth was hot and
hungry beneath his. She tightened her arms around his neck and
thrust her tongue forward in sweeping swirls with such urgency he
lifted her into his arms. She felt light as a feather. He carried
her through his suite, the momentum of the wind blowing through the
extinguished the candles as if on command. He only withdrew his
mouth from hers to kiss and sample her neck. In his arms her head
went back and her fragrant skin flooded his nostrils. The then
drapes that covered his bed, were parted on the left. Gently he
deposited on her mattress. She sought his mouth again, pulling him
down on top of her.

Christophe could barely
contain himself. The pointed tips of her nipples brushed his chest
and he groaned. He eased down her and suckled on one hard tip
through the fabric of her halter dress.

"Oh Christophe," she
sighed.

He lifted his mouth and
eased up against her to look down into her liquid brown eyes. "I
love the way you say my name, Beautiful. I can hardly wait to make
you say it over and over."

"Then don't. Make love to
me." She stroked the side of his face, and a bright flare of desire
sprang into her eyes.

The night would be filled
with him showing her how passionate he was about her. His hand
moved underneath her dress to slide it up her thigh in a slow,
sensual crawl. He elicited soft moans from deep within her throat.
And when he finally eased his hand between her tender thighs and
cupped her pussy, she trembled beneath him.

She hadn't worn any
panties. Christophe groaned in his throat, and her heavy lids
parted as a slow smile eased over her lips at his discovery. This
was definitely meant to happen. He rubbed his hand over her mound
before caressing her outer labia with his fingers. He slid a finger
between the slick folds of her vagina, and then eased in another.
His fingers became moist thanks to her damp tightness. They probed
and twisted inside of her channel and she wound her hips in
response, digging her nails into his shoulder. She parted her knees
and granted him further access.

"Oh gracious, Christophe,
please. I can't take it. Just make love to me now."

"But I am, Beautiful. Don’t
you know that?" he slowly withdrew his digits then reinserted them
as he would his cock with slow seductive movements. He wanted her
to burn for him like he did for her. For her to know how consuming
the passion between them was. As he increased the pace of his
thrusting fingers she thrashed and bucked her pussy against his
hand. Her cries of pleasure grew louder and more ardent.

"Shhh... relax," he
whispered into her ear, "We haven't begun yet." He sucked her
diamond-studded lobe. "Go with it, Zuri. This will be the first of
many."

"Yes! Do me, do me," came
her response as he twist and thrust his middle fingers and rubbed
her clit in whirling motions with his thumb. "Yes!"

His lips traced a sensuous
path from her ear to her mouth. Zuri stiffened before shuddering
wildly. She let out a beautiful cry of submission and his cock
nearly ripped through his zipper as it bulked and pressed so hard
to the front of his pants. Christophe removed his hand causing her
to whimper softly. He brought his fingers to his mouth and tasted
her.

Dazed and hugging herself
she watched him. He delayed this a minute longer. His face dove
into her wet pussy with her skirt pushed up to her hips. His mouth
latched on to her clit. He milked the last of her climax from her
clitoris and licked her pussy until her body thrashed about as she
chanted his name until she was spent.

Christophe drew away. He
looked down at her shaking with her legs spread apart. Her skirt
was up to her abdomen now so he could see her pussy. Her brown
thighs were parted wide enough for him to admire the glistening
pink flesh between the dark folds of her vagina. He dragged his
gaze from her cunt to her breasts where her nipple points jutted
and strained against the front of her halter. She hadn't worn any
undergarments tonight.

"Good girl."

He let his gaze rove
higher, landing on her face.

Her crinkly hair was wild
and spread on the pillow. The rhinestone headband was like a crown
to keep the mass of curls in place. "Damn, you're
beautiful."

***

It seemed like forever,
with the way he stared at her. She did have the urge to cover
herself. She lay so exposed for him. But she knew he wouldn't
permit it. Before Zuri could say a word, he was on top of her
again. His mouth covered hers with a kiss so hungry it was as if he
was a man possessed. A thrill washed through her because she knew
she was the cause of his lack of control. She felt him struggling
with his belt buckle and lowering his zipper. It was a savage lust
that claimed them both. He yanked down the top of her dress and
sucked her entire areola into his mouth as he freed his
dick.

Condom!

As if he heard her
thoughts he removed one from his pocket. She only noticed when he
stopped his sucking and nibbling of her nipple and lifted his head
to rip into the foil package with his teeth. She had imagined them
undressing and making love slowly, like the seductive way he
touched and pleased her at the spring. But there was something wild
and primal in his eyes. He had only pushed his pants and underwear
to his hips.
This is going to happen, oh
sweet merciful God it's happening now.
He
was good, because he sheathed his cock within minutes, and was
ravishing her breasts again.

Her body felt alive once
his cock pressed between her folds and then began to rub up and
down. She lifted her hips to aid in brushing her pussy against him
while stroking the back of his head. She kicked her feet, the heels
of her stilettos stabbing the mattress and digging into the
duvet.

The meaty thickness of his
cock was as hard and ready for her as she was soft and pliable for
him. He bit her left nipple and she winced. "Owe, slow down
Christophe," she begged.

His head lifted. She was
shocked by the glazed look of pure lust in his eyes. She wondered
how gentle he'd be this time.

"I'm sorry love, but you're
making me crazy. I can't wait any longer," he panted.

Christophe guided his cock
into her moist entrance. Zuri's breath caught. Yes, she been
prepared to take his length and width but still it was a shock to
feel his cock-head breech and her vagina stretch to accommodate
inch by inch. He groaned into her ear how tight she was. And she
figured by the way his shoulders shook that it was a good
thing.

He lifted his hips and
slammed deeper into her quivering flesh.

"Christophe!" she cried out
as his pleasure-pain ripped through her and he stretched the walls
of her pussy beyond its limits. She wrapped her legs around his
waist and reached up to hold on to him. Christophe started stuffing
her pussy with every inch of him. He grabbed her hips, with his
face buried between her breasts; he guided her up and down on his
dick instructing their loving.

The muscles in her pussy
tightened around his cock making him lift his face and bury it into
her neck. He pumped in and out of her and soon she was moving to
match his rhythm. His mouth sought hers and his tongue thrust
between her lips. It darted in and out of her mouth, mimicking the
motions of his cock.