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“What are you doing?”
“Giving my baby exactly what he wants.”
My eyebrows shot up at that announcement. “And what, pray tell, is that?”
“Sex and the Eiffel Tower.”
“What?” I squawked in a very unromantic, unsexy way. But the horrific noise didn’t appear to deter Sebastian. My boyfriend strolled across the room, shucking clothes as he moved to his bedside table. He paused in his strip show to snag the bottle of lube and a condom from the drawer.
By the time he reached the chair, he was completely naked and looking like a very naughty god with his impressive abs, thick thigh muscles, and devilish smirk. He lounged low in the chair with his legs spread wide, giving me an excellent view of everything. My brain was turning to useless mush. As it was, I felt like I could stuff a hand down my pants and happily jerk off to the vision in front of me. Then he waggled the bottle of lube at me in one hand while he stroked his hard cock with the other.
“You’re wearing far too many clothes, baby,” he purred.
I reached for my shirt to rip it over my head, but stopped to look at the open doorway that led to the balcony and the very heart of Paris.
“We’re far enough into the room that no one should be able to see us from this angle,” Sebastian reassured me. Not to mention, we’d not bothered to turn on many lights after returning from dinner. The room was dimly lit. Anyone gazingour way probably couldn’t see people moving in the room. To hell with it.
I ripped my shirt off while I toed out of my shoes. In a few seconds, my clothes were lying about the room and I was naked as I strode to my sexy lover. As I leaned down, I gripped the arms of the chair and stole a deep kiss that left him moaning into my mouth. He tasted of wine and a hint of chocolate from the dessert we’d shared after our luxurious dinner.
“Good start, but you’re facing the wrong direction,” he murmured, his lips brushing mine.
I pulled away and frowned at him. “Huh?”
He chucked and made a little spinning motion with one hand. “Turn around so you can see the Tower.”
I released the arms of the chair and turned. The moment I did, Sebastian grabbed my hips and positioned me exactly where he wanted me.
“Now stretch your arms back. Can you reach the arms of the chair if you bend forward?”
Following his instructions, I bent, pushing my ass toward him until my fingers could grip the chair arms. When I lifted my head, I could see the Eiffel Tower, perfectly, alight against the velvety black sky.
“Perfect.” Sebastian’s low voice caressed my ears and set me on fire. “Now don’t let go of the chair. I promise to take good care of you.” My brain was still trying to comprehend that promise as a hot hand rubbed one ass cheek, sending sparks shooting through my body straight to my cock.
I’d never had sex with someone quite like this. Sure, I’d been taken from behind plenty of times, but because of the way I was bent and required to hold the arms of the chair, I couldn’t twist to see Sebastian. Each time I raised my eyes, there was only the doorway lit by the Eiffel Tower and the alluring feel of his hand massaging and spreading my cheeks.
The snap of the plastic cap on the lube bottle made me flinch, but my heart jumped in eager anticipation of what was to come. One slick, wet digit pushed into me, and I moaned with relief.
“Fuck, that’s hot,” Sebastian groaned. “It’s like I’m being sucked inside of you.”
“More,” I groaned. One finger wasn’t nearly enough. I’d taken his thick cock first thing this morning and had still walked the Champs-Élysées.
He added a second, and I thought my eyes were going to roll into my head. The burning stretch of muscles made my legs tremble while my cock throbbed in time with my racing heart. I wanted to wrap a hand around my dick and stroke myself to the same rhythm that Sebastian had started thrusting his fingers in and out of my ass with.
But I couldn’t. My fingers tightened on the arms of the chair. Wood creaked in the nearly silent room. I didn’t know if it was from me or Sebastian.
“Look at that, baby,” Sebastian grunted. “Your cock is leaking.”
I dropped my blurry gaze from the window to my dick. Pre-cum was spilling from the head and dripping steadily onto the carpet.
“So sexy,” he continued. “I can’t wait until we get home. As soon as our latest tests come back negative, we’re doing this position again. I want to fill your ass with my cum and watch it leak out, running down your thighs to the carpet. Do you want that too?”
My tongue couldn’t form words any longer. His delicious torment had reduced my brain to goo, and it was probably dripping out the edge of my dick along with my cum. I wanted everything he could do to me and more. Every touch, every whispered word, every kiss wore away my resistance. I had no defense against him.
“Bastian,” I whined. My knuckles cracked as my fingers tightened on the arms of the chair. It was becoming harder to hang on. My dick throbbed, and I needed to stroke myself for a tiny bit of relief before I screamed.
“What do you need, my baby?”
“Put the condom on and fuck me now!”