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She reaches behind her, finding my cock and stroking me, positioning me between her legs and coating me in her juices. She's panting, and I reach for her lips, needing to kiss her again. "I need you to fuck me," she cries, desperation in her voice. This is where I want her, begging me. Showing me I'm the only one who can satisfy her needs and how frantic she is for release.
"Don't you like what I'm doing?" I press my lips to her back, sucking her soft skin as I move down her spine. I like taking my time with her, really working her up.
"Yes. I do. I want more." She begs me like she can't wait a second longer without me filling her up. Her plead goes straight to my cock, he wants to please her, but I'm having fun. Her body is perfection, and pressing her buttons and discovering what makes her fall apart is fast becoming my new favorite thing to do.
"So greedy," I whisper in her ear, biting her lobe as I slap her pussy for being impatient.
"Oh God, Heath," she cries, pressing her ass back into me. I let my cock slide between her legs, teasing her just as much as myself. My hands are everywhere, running over her body. She's right, I don't want to wait another second.
"Don't move a fucking muscle while I find a condom," I warn her with one more slap for good measure.
I find my pants on the floor where I discarded them and root around in the pocket, finding what I'm looking for. I rip the packet open with my teeth, taking hold of my length, and roll it on, stroking myself as I look over her perfect body. I grip her hip, teasing her with the tip of my cock. She’s open and waiting just for me, to please her how only I know how to do.
She looks over her shoulder at me, begging me for some relief. And because I never could say no to those baby blues, I line myself up with her pussy entrance and push in balls deep, feeling her tight walls clench around me. I let out an involuntary hiss.
"Fuck, Heath," she cries out, her grip on the window frame tightening.
I stop moving, concerned I’ve hurt her by being too rough. "Are you okay?"
She pushes back into me. "Yes, I need this. Fuck me."
"Thank God." I move inside of her, thrusting in deep slow motions as I take hold of her hip. I want her to really feel every thick inch of my cock as I stretch her, and she responds so nicely, rocking her body back into me as I move. We become more frantic, and our bodies slap together and her moans grow louder.
I drop my head back to her ear, running a hand up past her breasts to settle on her throat, my grip tightening. "Are you going to scream my name when you come again, baby?"
"Yes," she whimpers, and I know she's close.
I grip her closer, my hand holding her around the neck so I can whisper into her ear. "Go on, scream my fucking name, baby. Tell every person on the street below who owns this pussy."
"Oh, fuck." Her body tightens and then, "Fuck, Heath, don't stop, don't stop. Heath!" She calls into the open space. Her body trembles as the orgasm takes over, and she pulls me right into the same euphoria, and I fill her with my release. Holding her closely, my grip still around her neck as I pump her slowly, our bodies move together like they were made for each other. I'm sure they were; she was made for me in every way. I knew that when I was a kid and I know it more than ever now.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
AMELIA
Thecityisalivewith a buzz of energy—or maybe it's just me, walking through the streets of Paris, my hand in Heath’s. I feel alive in a way I haven't for so long, like my true self. Everything in my life is finally falling into place. The kids are happy, my career is better than I ever could have imagined it could be, and I have the man of my dreams promising me the world.
"What?" He smirks at me.
I realize I must have been staring at him, grinning like a fool. "I don't know, I guess I just can't believe I'm here in Paris with you. Am I dreaming? I feel like you should pinch me so I know this is all real."
He stops walking, turning toward me, one hand going to my waist and the other pulling my face toward his for a long, lingering kiss. "Real enough for you?"
"Yes." I sigh dreamily. It must be real; that certainly felt like it anyway.
He cups my face, forcing me to look into his eyes. "I know you're not ready for this, but standing here in the most romantic city in the world, with you looking so beautiful and happy." He presses his lips to mine. "I have to say it. I love you, Amelia. I know we have been apart for a while, but I never stopped."
I smile back at him, unable to stop myself. This is so crazy, but I feel it too. I know it's early and I could end up hurt again, but we're so good together, and us having paused for ten years means we already know so much about each other. This isn't like some relationship that has just started out of the blue. There was already so much love between us. It never went away.
I wrap my arms around his neck and stare into his deep brown eyes. "I love you too, Heath." I kiss him with everything I have, feeling so blissful I think I might just burst. This man completes me in every way.
He takes my hand again, and we continue down the street. I can't wipe the stupid grin from my face. Another block later he stops. "This is the place. What do you think?"
I look it over; it's like every other building in Paris. I'm in love with this town. Cute corner bistros with tables all lined up on the street front, with a striped awning covering them. This particular building is clad in an off-white and has a beautiful purple vine climbing the walls. "It's adorable. We should definitely eat dinner here."
It's a pleasant night for fall, and we choose a table out front so we can watch all the people go by. We have a quick look over the menu and a waitress approaches us almost as soon as we sit down, like she was just waiting for something to do with her night. I guess the rest of the place is pretty empty. I could choose just about anything on the menu, it all looks so good, and I'm famished after this afternoon’s activities. I order the Beef Bourguignon, and Heath get the crisp duck confit, alongside a bottle of red wine. This might be a work trip, but now that Heath is here with me, I intend to make the most of the alone time with him. Who knows when we will get it again.
The people on the street hustle by like they’re in a rush to get home to their families, their clothing a kaleidoscope of colors, styles, and patterns. "I'm so inspired being here," I tell him. It's crazy, I have been feeling so overwhelmed at home lately, I haven't been able to come up with a lot of new designs. It has felt like that little spark I need to be creative is gone, and I was starting to worry I wouldn't be able to do it anymore. But all day I've been seeing things that give me inspiration, and my next collection is starting to form in my head.
