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“Come here.” I motion for her to go down one of my favorite walkways. I was blown away by my first impression, I can’t wait to share it with her. “I want to show you something.” I lead her down a hallway that’s substantially brighter than the areas around us. The ceiling’s made of stained-glass squares, illuminating in the sunlight. It’s a magnificent view and I’m dying to show Samantha.
I fell in love with this the first time I went through this station as a passenger.
“Oh, wow!” Samantha gasps as she appreciates the new view. She pulls out her phone and snaps picture after picture. “This is so amazing.” She seems lost in thought as she takes everything in.
“Here, why don’t you stand over there.” I point to a lifelike statue coming out of the wall. “I’ll take your picture so you can remember it.”
Samantha absolutely glows in this light. Her smile’s infectious and I can’t help but enjoy this moment. I honestly don’t think I could love her any more than I do right now. She’s not only captured my heart but will be the mother of my children. My wife. How the hell am I going to watch her get on a plane tomorrow? As much as I want to say something, I choose not to. I promised her fun and adventure today. I hope I’ve shown her just how much she means to me.
After I’ve taken quite a few pictures of Samantha, I feel a tap on my shoulder. I turn to see an older woman greeting me with a smile, motioning to my phone and then to Samantha. “Puis-je prendre votre photo?”
“Oui, merci.” I nod. “Appuyez simplement sur cette, Madame."
I walk over to Samantha and place an arm around her. I can’t help myself as I graze my lips along her cheek and tuck her in front of me. Samantha melts into me, and I grip her even tighter. I could hold this woman for the rest of my life, and it will never be enough.
After the woman takes our photo, she walks over to hand my phone back to me. “Merci beaucoup,” I thank her.
She pats me on the arm, nodding her head with a smile shining across her wrinkled face. She brushes her short, graying hair and says, “Je vous en prie. Prenez soin de cette femme. Soyez bénis.”
I nod, indicating I’ll take care of Samantha before she walks away. Her blessing was kind.
Samantha whispers, “Just how many languages do you speak?” The look on her face is priceless. It’s a mix between wanting to kick my ass for showing off and astonishment. I’m not sure which one will win out in the end, and that in and of itself is the beauty of Samantha O’Reilly.
“A few.” I shrug in an attempt to be humble. I only speak English, French, Spanish, and a bit of Russian, as well as German. Mostly enough to get by in public.
She rolls her eyes and elbows me in the side as I attempt to back away from her, but I was too late in realizing her intent. She gets me firm in the ribs and a huff as what’s left of my breath escapes me in a rush as she says, “Sure, just a few… And I’m only alittlepregnant.”
Samantha cocks her chin to the side and raises an eyebrow in my direction. “Are you going to fill me in on the conversation you just had?”
I chuckle. “Um, she said to take good care of you.”
Samantha’s eyes shine with delight as she grins. We spend more time walking around the train station. When we’re done, we walk around the town of Metz. Samantha and I enjoy the narrow, cobblestone streets and looking in the various shops. We make our way over to the well-known cathedral in town. It’s another phenomenal structure that’s completely awe-worthy.
By the time we arrive back at my apartment, it’s nearly eight p.m. Samantha fell asleep on the way home, so hopefully she’ll be well rested. I know the long flight tomorrow will wear her out.
As soon as we enter my apartment, I’m surprised when Samantha wraps her arms around my shoulders. Her fingers lace behind my head as she leans up on her tiptoes. “In case I’ve forgotten to tell you, I’ve had the most wonderful time here, Enzo.” Her voice comes out like a purr, setting my senses on fire.
“Me, too, beautiful. I’m so glad you came.” God, I wish she wasn’t leaving. I have the morning off so I can take her to the airport, but it will suck ass, having her away from me. The weeks before she arrived were practically unbearable. I can’t imagine how it will be now, knowing I’m half of a world away from the woman I love and our children growing inside of her.
She pulls my neck toward her and I kiss her sensually. Samantha boldly quickens our pace when she reaches between us to undo my belt. It’s like she has hands with lightning speed. My pants drop down my thighs at a moment’s notice.
I don’t get a chance to respond before she drops to her knees and her mouth’s on me. “Fuck,” I growl. “You’re going to be the death of me, beautiful.” In tandem movements, her hand fists my shaft, as her mouth applies the perfect amount of pressure. When she reaches up with her other hand to find that sensitive spot behind my balls,fuck!I. See. Stars. My spine tingles and I can’t help the roar that escapes from the unexpected orgasm that rips through me. Holy fucking shit. What the hell was that?
As I open my eyes to refocus on her, there’s a look of pure contentment with a mix of pride filling her features as she milks every last drop out of me.Fuck, this woman knows just how to do me in.
Though I nearly die on the spot,and God, what a way to go,I somehow muster up the energy to haul Samantha into my arms and crush my lips to hers. I can’t get close enough. When my brain registers my desperate need, I toe off my shoes and kick my jeans off as they fall to my feet. I somehow manage to do this all while kissing the living hell out of Samantha. I lift her, and her legs curl around my hips as if she were made for me. I intend on finishing this in my bed.
After a few steps, I realize the bedroom is just too far away. I set her feet down on the floor, and in one fell swoop, I have removed her jeans and underwear before hoisting her again. I take the two necessary steps to place her on the small island in my kitchen.
I continue to pepper her with kisses as my greedy fingers make their way down her body to find that magical place that has her writhing in seconds. First, I slide my fingers along her folds, teasing… testing… to see what she needs. Her deep pants and subtle moans tell me everything. I insert two fingers to really work the woman before me.
My kisses pepper her jaw, behind her ear, along her lobe, where I nibble before I whisper, “I love you, Samantha,” as I make my way down her body. I break apart for a moment to literally tear her thin t-shirt from her body. I’m not sure who’s more shocked, her or me, when the fabric’s torn. There’s a moment of laughter, but it’s soon replaced with deep desire. Our mouths fuse together again, and my fingers intimately inspect the inner workings of Samantha’s body. Like a road I could navigate with my eyes closed, I know exactly what Samantha needs. I instinctively do what it takes to make her pleasure mine. Within seconds, I feel her inner walls tighten. The moment my thumb brushes her clit, she detonates and the pure bliss that crosses her face is the most beautiful fucking thing I’ve ever seen.God, I love this woman and her responsiveness.
Of course, I’m a greedy bastard, and I want to see just how many times I can make this happen. I drop my lips to her inner thighs, teasing and tasting with the perfect combination of fingers and tongue. As soon as she has ridden her high to completion again, I feast on her desire to see if I can bring her there once more.
Just as she’s about to light off like the Fourth of July, I reach down and stroke my dick. I give my balls a tug, so they won’t crawl up my throat before she’s finished. The second she quakes, I quickly stand and thrust deep inside her. I feel myself bottom out with ease from the slickness of her desire. I pull out and urgently thrust deep within her, setting a pace I know she enjoys. She comes gloriously around my cock and with a few more thrusts, I follow her right over the edge into heaven. I lean over her body, completely spread out on the counter before me. Her dark, mahogany hair is fanned around her face, her pants eventually slowing, as her breathing returns to normal. I kiss her jaw, neck, and make my way to her breasts, still covered by her bra.
She pulls at my shirt and I break our contact to haul it over my head in a mere instant, our bodies still connected. The next thing I know, there’s a clamping sensation around my cock. The moment I look into Samantha’s eyes, I realize she’s laughing.
