Page 72 of His Gift

"If you can resist me." I raise my eyebrows and he raises his in return. Challenge accepted.

Paris. Oh my God. And not just Paris, but Paris with the man I love, the one I can't get enough of. The one who'll be begging to fuck me as soon as we're in our hotel room.

I stir, a soft rustle of silk sheets against my skin. The room is still dim, just a sliver of pre-dawn light spills in from the floor-to-ceiling windows. My eyes drift open, not quite ready to face the day, and then they land on it.

It’s there, framed perfectly in the expanse of glass, the Tour Eiffel. At this hour, it’s a phantom, a whisper of wrought iron against a sky of deepening rose and violet. More impressive than it was last night. And yet a tad less romantic.It stands sentinel to the city below, just now beginning to wake. A few scattered lights still twinkle, stubborn stars against the receding night, but the streets are largely deserted. It feels like a secret, this private viewing from my elevated perch. A sigh escapes me, content and utterlycaptivated.

"Good morning, my gift."

"Morning. Have you seen how beautiful it is?"

"Oh, I have. I've barely slept because I couldn't take my eyes off you, my beautiful wife. My amazing gift. And you still have to uphold your promise."

I giggle, arousal from yesterday stirring inside me, snuggling closer in my pervert husband's arms.

"It's your fault. You drained every last crumb of energy from my body."

"That's why I've let you sleep. Even though I've been tempted to take advantage of you while you were out cold. To eat you out until you couldn't resist anymore. To make you come so hard and scream so loud you would've waken up." It wouldn't be the first time.

"And now that I'm awake, what do you plan to do with me?"

"This." He opens my legs, bringing one over his, his cock sliding between my folds, rubbing against my clit. Easy, gentle motions followed by open-mouthed kisses on my neck, bites on my lobe, low, sexy moans resonating in my ear. "Don't move. Look forward, sweet girl. Let me be in charge. Feel me. My cock breaching your entrance, sliding inside your pussy, taking its place where it belongs. Claiming what's mine. Your walls closing in on me. Driving me insane. No matter how many times I'm inside you, it's always surprising. How you fit me. How you complete me. How you fill my heart." He moves lazily, our fingers latched on my chest, his voice arousing me even more than his lovemaking. "I'm not going to hurry. We'll watch the sun come up while I fuck you so slow, so thoroughly, you'll feel me inside you for the rest of the day. Mine. My perfect gift."

I'm lost in him. No matter what's in front of me, the only thing that matters is Conrad. It's us. Joined. Complete. Maybe a little obsessed with each other.

"And you are mine, Conrad. My perfect gift."