Page 29 of Nobody's Girl

“True, but you really are that talented, never forget it.”

Sofia’s heart warmed now as she walked through the streets of her adopted city. How she been so lucky as to meet such a special guy. Instead of going home, she decided to go and see Stefan, her savior from when she was on the streets. He smiled and gathered her into a bear-hug.

“I hear you’re about to be a superstar,” he teased her, waving a copy of the magazine her profile had been sold to. Sofia rolled her eyes.

“Ha, not likely but at least I can pay my way. How’s business?”

Stefan grinned. “Very well. Almost too well. Since you were sick, since you met that man of yours, I seem to be getting a lot of orders from high-end restaurants for my produce. Know anything about that?”

Sofia chuckled. “Don’t thank me, thank Ivo. He’s the most generous man I’ve ever met.”

“You and him…”

Sofia flushed, nodding. “Pretty much.”

“Well, I’m glad for you, little one. Look here,” he pulled the cover of the stall up. “Look where you came from, look where you are now.”

Sofia felt tears prick her eyes. “I wouldn’t have survived without you, Stefan.”

She said goodbye to her friend a while later and walked home. She would bathe and get dressed for the party later, and was deep in thought, wondering what to wear, when she opened the main door to her building. She didn’t see him until she started up the stairs.

“Hi.”

An American accent. She turned to see a young man, about Ivo’s age with light brown hair and blue eyes smiling at her. “Hi.”

“I just moved in. Felix Hammond.” He stuck his hand out and she shook it.

“Sofia. You’ve taken Mme. Forniere’s old apartment?”

He grinned. “If Mme. Forniere lived in number three, then yes. I have to say, I’m a little relieved to know another American lives here. Or Canadian, I shouldn’t presume.”

Sofia laughed, warming to the newcomer, and his friendly manner. “No, you were right the first time. American-born, at least. What brings you to Paris?”

“Inspiration. I’m a writer. You?”

Sofia hesitated. “An artist. Actually, I do have to run – we have a gallery opening tonight.”

“Oh, yes?”

Sofia nodded. Seeing he looked interested, she dug around in her bag for an invitation, pulling out a rather crumpled one. She handed it to him. “Come along, if you like. There will be champagne and food, if nothing else.”

Felix thanked her, telling her he would see her later and Sofia said good bye. In the apartment, she showered and threw on her robe, going to the kitchen to dig out some food. Settling for some cheese and an apple, after eating, she lay on the bed, trying to quell the nerves. She had almost fallen asleep when she heard the door open. She opened her eyes and smiled.

“Hey, pretty girl.” Ivo bent down to kiss her as he pulled off his tie, and undid his shirt. She watched him as he stripped down, her beautiful man, his dark curls messy, his light green eyes crinkled with amusement. “You like what you see?”

He was naked now, his cock becoming stiff, as he gently pulled the tie of her robe open, then pushed the white fabric aside. He gave a groan of desire and buried his head in her belly, his tongue tracing circles around her bellybutton, his lips against her skin.

“I do like,” she whispered, running her fingers through his hair. He moved up her body to kiss her mouth, and they lay together, gazing into the other’s eyes. Outside, it had started to rain hard, and for a time, they stared at each other, listening to the sound of their breathing, and to the silence of the apartment. Finally, smiling down at her, Ivo wrapped her legs around his waist and pushed into her. Their lovemaking was gentle, tender, Sofia gasping as his cock drove her towards orgasm, his lips against hers. Ivo stroked the hair back from her face, watching her expression as she let herself go, almost delirious as he began to strengthen his pace. He drove himself deeper, harder, pressing her legs apart with his thighs, pinning her hands to the bed, forging a connection between them. Sofia couldn’t imagine being this way with anyone else. Her back arched up as she came, crying out his name. “Ivo, god, Ivo!”

She felt his cock erupt inside her, pumping thick creamy semen deep inside her belly. She loved this feeling, his seed within her core, was glad she had started to take birth control so they didn’t have to use condoms. She knew it would give her confidence to know he was inside her at the opening tonight. “I love you,” she whispered. Ivo smiled down at her, as he caught his breath.

“Was there a world before you?”

She giggled. “Cheesy.”

Ivo laughed. “You know it.” He rolled onto his side, propping himself up on his elbow. Sofia traced her finger down his cheek as he stroked her belly. “You’re not too nervous about tonight, are you? It’s going to be fantastic. You’ll be the star of it, I know it.”

Sofia groaned. “Don’t say that.”