Honeymoon passion

I couldn’t tell when the shift happened. Where Alexandro’s actions moved from ‘just for show’ to being intentional.

My heart skipped a beat at his words. The memory of his head between my legs sent a shiver through me and I couldn’t help getting turned on at his words.

My hands were still wrapped around his neck when the suite door opened, and we walked in. Paris had to be magical, we seemed to be moving from one world to another, one dreamland to another. A place of imagination because this couldn’t be real.

This place had to be special.

It was in my head that we were just going to another hotel, and when I saw that it was just one of Alexandro King’s hotels, assumed the interior would be the same or similar to the one we were coming from. Only for the sight before my eyes to remind me that this was Paris.

It had a beautiful view. The first thing that caught my eye was the beach. People were jumping and playing, looking happy, and kids running around in shirts, the women wore almost no clothes, but it was the happiness in the air that had me snapped.

“You should see this,” Alexandro murmured into my ears, his voice sending a sexual thrill down my already excited body.

He pulled my hands and I followed to see outside more clearly. It had a mini pool and connected to it was a jacuzzi. Such luxury. I couldn’t swim but I would lay in that warm tub all day. I bent down and dipped my hands into it, loving the warmth. My body itched to slide in, but I remembered I wasn’t alone. I stood up and turned back to look at the man who brought me into this world and to express a few words of thanks, but as I opened my mouth, he closed it with his.

No drop of blood in my body wanted to resist.

He took advantage of my lips that had already parted and slipped his tongue in, giving bold strokes. I could taste the wine he had drank earlier, they were making my heady as well. I blame the wine for making me kiss him back.

I felt my legs touch the ground and my senses vaporized because I didn’t stop him from kissing me, nor did I restrain my response to his touch.

I had to be mad.

His kisses which had been slow and seductive suddenly became aggressive and demanding. He broke off only to kiss me again from another angle, deepening this kiss while his hands proceeded to explore my body.

The thin material of the cloth I was wearing did nothing to shield me from his touch, instead, it made my skin more sensitive to everywhere his fingers touch and I gasped when I felt his finger lift my dress to grab my ass.

His fingers grabbed my ass, groped them, then caressed them. Everywhere he turned I burned with lust for more as couldn’t find any will in me to stop him, or to even stop kissing him. It seemed like his taste was addictive, the more I had the more I wanted, the more he took, the more I wanted to give.

I wanted to touch him.

My hands found the shirt of his button and I found myself undoing them, I lost patience on the fifth button, my skin craved another flesh, and the palm of my hands itched to touch him.

I moaned into his mouth when my palm found flesh. His chest was rock hard beneath my palm and I couldn’t help running my hands over his shoulders.

I heard two buttons pop to the floor when he threw his shirt off his shoulder, exposing his whole abdomen to my hands.

I broke the kiss to look at him, running my hands down in abdomen. Fuck! I wanted this man, how could I not?

He was hot, he was handsome, and he had given me so many sexual firsts. My first head, first blow job, first orgasm. Heaven knew I wanted to sleep with him.

My brain gave me its final warning. I would regret this. But what if I did? Who else deserved my virginity?

Dear God, I needed to think about this. But he felt so good under my hands, his lips had left my lips to skim my throat, and the little sense I had gathered managed to evaporate again.

He pulled down my dress, exposing my breasts, with one hand, he scooped one breast out of its bra cup and took it into his mouth.

“Mmmnnnn…” I moaned at the touch. It kept feeling better and better. How could I not want more?

After mintering to one nipple, he moved to the other and gave it as much attention, along the line, my hand had slipped into his hair, and while I moaned for more.

One hand sneaked around my waist and brought me closer to him, imprinting my little body against his. It was when I realized he was damn hard.

Alexandro King was hard, for me!

This was more than making people believe we were true lovers. This had become way more than that and I didn’t understand or realise the shift.

I wanted to touch him, that part of him that was so hard for me. Call me a fool, but I wanted this. Badly.

My hands found his belt and I found myself working them apart with speed.

“I think...” I started but he cut me off with his lips, kissing the words back into my mouth, writhing another moan from me as his sleek tongue slipped deep and my throat rattled out another moan.

“Don’t think, Em, just feel, feel how much I want you.” His voice came out as a grunt, his eyes heavy with passion, igniting something as deadly in me and driving me crazy as well. He started the real fire when he grabbed my hands and placed it again hard on. I felt brave and wrapped my fingers around it, earning myself a deep sound that came from his insides strong and fucking hot, it escaped his lips as a grunt but I felt his whole muscle buck and steel up against my body.

He jerked my hand away before I could do it again, distracting me again with his wet and experienced tongue.

It occurred to me that Alexandro knew exactly what he was doing while I just went with whatever felt right, but I desperately wanted to make him feel good.

I feared I lacked the experience, and what it took to please a man like Alexandro.

With his mouth still on mine, he pulled me inside, I didn’t know where he was leading me, but I followed his lead.

He laid my back against a door I hadn’t seen earlier, I guessed it was the bedroom. This was it. I was going to sleep with Alexandro King. This was so impromptu, that I was scared. But yet I was glad it was him. Girls had given their virginity to way worse guys, I would be giving mine in Paris, in one of the most beautiful places that I had ever seen.

The room opened and I was surprised to see rose petals everywhere, there were candles sweetly arranged on the floor, outlining a path that led to the bed.

Then it clicked in my head.

All this was planned. I wasn’t in his arms because I had decided to give myself, he had baited me, planned this, and toyed with my emotions.

My body went cold under his touch.