AllFreeNovel
Share Us
She laughs, the sound music to my ears. "I want you, Philippe. Now." Her eyes meet mine, smoldering. "I'm on the pill. We don't need anything else."
My heart leaps at her words. To be joined with her, skin to skin, with no barriers between us, is a gift beyond price. I cradle her face in my hands, kissing her sweet and deep.
"Sei la gioia della mia vita,"I whisper against her lips. – You are the joy of my life.
Tatiana smiles, eyes shining with love."Mostrami quanto mi vuoi."– Show me how much you want me.
I intend to do just that.
I lift Tatiana into my arms, laying her face down on the plush chair. Her heart-shaped rear is presented to me like an offering, pale globes peeking from underneath the shredded remains of her stockings.
My cock throbs almost painfully, straining against the zipper of my pants. I hastily undo my belt and free myself, giving a few quick strokes.
Positioning myself behind her, I grasp her hips and slide home in one smooth thrust. Tatiana cries out, inner walls clenching around me like a velvet vise.
She feels exquisite. Tight, hot, wet. I have to grit my teeth against the urge to pound into her until I explode.
Instead, I move slowly, savoring the slick glide of our joined bodies. Each unhurried stroke elicits soft mewls of pleasure from Tatiana, spurring me on.
I bend over her, wrapping an arm around her waist and grasping one tender breast. She arches into my touch with a gasp. I pinch her nipple, twisting just enough to toe the line between pain and pleasure. Her answering moan sends shivers down my spine.
Our connection deepens with every thrust, a maelstrom of sensation threatening to drag me under. Tatiana meets me stroke for stroke, rocking back against me and clenching rhythmically around my length.
The coil of heat in my belly winds tighter and tighter, an inferno fueled by passion and love and raw desire.
"Philippe," Tatiana whimpers, voice strained with need. Her fingers dig into the upholstery, knuckles turning white. "Please, I'm so close..."
I quicken my pace, angling my hips to hit that sensitive spot inside her. Once, twice—she shatters with another sob, inner walls contracting around my thick member.
The rhythmic pulses tip me over the edge. I bury myself to the hilt with a guttural groan, spilling deep within her trembling body amid the wet slapping of skin and our mingled breaths.
We collapse in a tangled heap, chests heaving as we each struggle to catch our breath. I can taste her sweat on my lips. Tatiana turns her head, nuzzling into my neck with a contented sigh.
I cradle her close, heart overflowing. Tonight, I was hers, and she was mine. And together, we were whole.
I help Tatiana clean up and get dressed, handling her silken underthings and priceless gown with care. My fingers linger on her soft skin as I tie the laces of her corset, savoring these last intimate moments together.
When she's fully dressed, I ask, "Are you hungry, sweetheart? We could get a late dinner at the restaurant downstairs."
Tatiana shakes her head, a regretful smile on her lips. "I have an early drive to New York tomorrow. I should head back to my hotel to get some rest."
Disappointment settles in my chest, a physical ache. I'm loath to part from her so soon. Our time together seems fleeting, the hours slipping through my fingers like sand.
But I know she's a busy woman, and she's already accommodated me so much for tonight.
I escorted Tatiana out of the opera house through the VIP entrance and helped her into my Maserati, taking the wheel to drive her to her hotel. She insists she can take the driver and car I hired, but I'm yearning for even a few extra seconds with her.
The streets of Philadelphia are empty at this late hour, the city hushed under cover of night.
We arrive at the hotel all too soon. I walk Tatiana to the lobby doors, clasping her hands in mine. "When will I see you again?"
"I'm not sure," she says softly. "My schedule is demanding over the next few weeks. But I'll call you whenever I can to set up our next rendezvous. I'm off to Russia soon for a performance. Perhaps when I'm back?"
"I'll be waiting." I brush a stray curl behind her ear, my knuckles skimming her cheek. "You have my heart, Tatiana. No distance can change that."
She stands on her tiptoes and presses a sweet kiss to my lips. "You have mine as well, Philippe. Thank you."
With a lingering look, she walks through the revolving doors and disappears into the hotel lobby. I remain standing there for a long moment, remembering her taste, her scent, and the feel of her in my arms.
