“I know,” he said, touching his lips to the corners of her mouth, along her jaw, on her closed eyelids. He wanted to leave his kisses like blessings on every inch of her skin. “Iknow.”
She ran her hands down his chest, back up to his neck, took his face in her hands. “I choose you,” she said. “I should have told you a longtimeago.”
“Lucky you,” he said, looking into her dark eyes. “I never had achoice.”
The choice had been made from the moment he’d laid eyes on her. Their love had been written the stars long before they’d ever crossed paths. He knewthatnow.
Her rigid nipples grazed his chest as she pressed against him, the heat from her pussy sinking into his cock underherlap.
“I don’t want to forget anymore,” she said, touching her lips to the corners of his mouth, tugging his lower lip between her teeth. “I want to remember everything — who I am underneath everything I thought I was, who I’m meant to be, who we’ll be together.” She slid her tongue into his mouth, her movements languid and sensual. She pulled away enough just to speak against his lips. “Help me remember now,Damian.”
He groaned and reached for the hem of her shirt, peeling it off her skin while she continued kissing him, breaking the kiss only long enough for him to pull it over her head, waiting while she did the samewithhis.
Her skin was still cool from the Paris night. It was an erotic foil to the heat of his own, already on fire with her proximity, with the promise of her naked bodyagainsthis.
She shifted to straddle him in the chair and he reached for her bra, undid the clasp, slid the lacy garment off her shoulders. Her breasts were taut and full, the nipples hard andpointed.
He wrapped his hands around her back, lowered his mouth to one of the little buds and locked his lips around it, his cock jumping as the fleshy mound filled his mouth, the nipple hard against histongue.
She sighed and arched as he sucked, his palms covering her slender back, pressing her against hismouth.
His cock was nestled into the cleft between her legs, hot even through her jeans. She moved against him, her hips finding a rhythm too much like fucking him to be anything but a nearly unbearable combination of torture andbliss.
He groaned against her breast, fingering the one he’d just sucked while he gave equal attention to the other one. He was barely aware of her hand sliding between their bodies, the manipulations of her fingers as she undid hispants.
Then her hand was wrapping around his cock and he was aware of nothing but the silken stroke of her palm. She was so close, her hot pussy inches from his now exposed cock, separated from him only by the fabric of her pants. He knew exactly what it would feel like to slide slowly into her heat, inch by inch, the knowledge enough to make his cock grow thicker and harder inherhand.
He kissed his way up her chest, stopping at his favorite part of her neck, letting his tongue dip into the tender well of her collarbone as she stroked him, her hips moving in rhythm to the stroking ofherhand.
He continued to her mouth, plunging his tongue into hers, mimicking the motion he would make when he drove his shaft into the wet heat of herpussy.
“I need to taste you,” he said, making his way along her jaw with his lips. “I want to feel you come against mymouth.”
She surprised him by scooting off his lap and sliding to the floor at his feet. Her eyes were pools of dark fire as she looked up at him from betweenhislegs.
“Not this time, Damian. I’m going to be in controlforonce.”
He let his head fall back against the chair, the lights of Paris casting a kaleidoscope of color on the walls as she peeled his pants off his legs and situated her warm body between histhighs.