Page 37 of It Happened In Paris

“Family motto?” She cocked her head.

“Pretty much. You might as well commit it to memory now, after all, Paris is half of me.”

“I seem to be learning a lot about Buchanans lately. Anything else I should know?”

“Yeah. To become one, we have an initiation where we make you drink the blood of a lion on a full moon night and pledge allegiance to the family crest.”

“What?” Her eyes widened.

“I’m kidding.” I backed her up to the bed until we tumbled onto it. Our breathless laughter mingled with soft moans as we adjusted amid the plush linens, a tangle of limbs and longing.

“You were far more suave in Paris last time, carrying me to bed and undressing me,” she teased.

“I’m more desperate to get inside of you this time. I won’t last long. If you can handle my impatience now, next time I promise to be twice as suave,” I murmured against her neck, savoring the sweet taste of her skin while hovering over her.

“I’ll hold you to that,” she replied, adding a moan of my name as I ground my hips into hers.

I moved lower, devoting my mouth and tongue to worship her breasts, her nipples, and every inch of her. I trailed my fingers under her panties again, and along the seam from her slick entrance to her sensitive center. Then I shimmied her panties off, down her lean legs. I added my mouth to pleasure her there, tasting her again.

She gasped, “Oh, don’t ever stop,” as her hands played through my hair like her private playground, and pulled me deeper into her.

“Never stop,” I vowed, kissing the inside of her creamy thighs. “You’ve been all I’ve thought about. Out of my mind. Have to have you.”

I lavished her with my tongue until she came again. The taste of her was better than the finest cuisine; and I’d had the privilege of dining with some of the best chefs in the world.

Knowing how good I pleased her shot through me like a bolt of lightning. The tension coiled tighter inside of me, my cock in agony and in need of release. I undressed myself the rest of the way then caught her appreciative stare at my length and girth.

“Best view in Albany?” My coy grin locked in place as I returned on top, sliding her legs open with my knee.

“Yes, you are. Condom?”

“Damn. Right. Condoms. Hold on,” I quickly grabbed one from my wallet and sheathed myself, torn between spontaneity and caution. Although the image of her pregnant with our second child teased my mind, a distant possibility with our second chance…

“I’m on the pill this time,” she assured me, removing her bra. “Although I don’t know why, when I haven’t been with a man in so long. I’ve probably forgotten how.” Like arrows, that struck my heart and ego, setting my pulse on edge.

Our surroundings blurred. All my eyes could focus on was her radiant beauty in the center of the bed, and the apex of her thighs.

Tonight, I needed to be joined with her.

I pressed the head of my arousal against her warm center, inching in through her wet walls. My cock stretched her, eager for our bodies to reacquaint. Her ragged breaths dialed me in how far to push. Once seated inside of her fully, I had little control left, squeezing back the urge to release. All of her so familiar, like I’d found my way back to our one special night in Paris.

Between our fervent kisses, I growled into her mouth, “Fuck, you’re perfect for me, Vivian. Such a good girl for me…”

She moved with instinct, rocking her hips against me as her feet dug into my rear, providing the leverage that made our passion all the more pleasurable.

With each thrust, every moan that escaped her lips unhinged me, the deep scratches of her nails on my back intensifying. Changing angles, putting one of her legs on my shoulder, I aimed deeper for that exquisite spot of hers, in and out, adding the pressure of my thumb to her clit.

“Yes, Richard,” she chanted my name, as I coaxed her into deeper waves of pleasure, requiring another orgasm from her before I could claim my own.

Her heat set every inch of my skin ablaze as I drove into her, until her body arched, shuddering in response. My own climax chased hers like an all-consuming fire.

We were perfection together—in my mind, the only description for us.

We collapsed onto our backs, fighting for breaths. Catching her eyes, we laughed, the first time all week I’d seen her this relaxed.

“You needed that,” I teased.

“I did. You, too. And you provided, exactly like you’ve been there for me this whole time. You’re too good for me.”

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