Are you almost ready?”” he asks.
“Just about. I need one second.”
“For what?” Jace asks as he closes his suitcase.
“I told Isabelle I'd call her once we got here.” Jace rolls his eyes and lets his body sluggishly fall to the couch. “Stop it, it'll be quick. I promise,” I say, pouting my bottom lip.
“Quick. . . right. You know my sister, nothing is ever quick with her.” Jace spreads out on the couch and pulls the bright orange decorative pillow under his head. “Wake me up when you're done.”
I giggle as I pull my phone out and call Isabelle. Pressing the phone to my ear, I look out the window and wait for her to answer. The city is absolutely beautiful.
Trees are blooming with big pink flowers all the way down the sidewalk as far as I can see. I can smell the floral scent in the room. The sky is clear and there are people everywhere, enjoying the gorgeous weather.
“Finally!” she yells into the phone as she answers. “I thought you guys were dead.”
“Dead? We were on a six-hour flight. It's not like we've been missing for days or something.”
“Yeah, I know, but still. I feel like I haven't seen you guys in ages.”
“I know, but it's not like we'll be gone forever. We're coming back.”
“Good, because if I had to even think about not seeing you for months, I'd go crazy. I like it better when you guys are minutes away, not an ocean. Plus, I miss my study buddy.”
. So, what are your plans for today? I'm sure whatever it is it'll be more exciting than here. I bet Jace has skydiving on his list or something.”
“Eiffel Tower. No sky diving for me. If he wants to do that, I'll hold his wallet and wait on the ground.”
Isabelle laughs loudly, then sighs. “Yeah, that's a good idea. Especially because I'm not there to fix either of you up. Save the danger for back home where I can put my skills to use.”
“That's fine with me.” Jace lifts his head and arches his brows as he looks at the clock on the wall then back at me. “All right, I got to go. Your brother—”
“Is pacing around like an inpatient child?”
“Close. It's more the I'm dying from boredom look.” I smirk at Jace, and he makes a funny face, sticking out his tongue.
“Yeah, I know the look,” she says.
“Okay, I'll call you tomorrow.”
Isabelle and I hang up. I stand over Jace and rest my hands on my hips, leaning forward slightly. “There, feel better now? Are you done acting like a child?”
He suddenly throws his arms up and around my waist. Jace yanks me down, rolling over so he's on top of me. He pins both my wrists over my head with one hand, and starts to tickle me. “What was that? Am I still acting like a child now?”
I'm laughing so hard, I snort. “Stop!” I call out through heavy giggles as I wiggle beneath him. “This isn't fair!”
Jace keeps tickling me, his weight holding me in place. I'm rocking and moving, trying desperately to break free. I'm laughing so hard tears stream down my face and it's hard to breathe.
“What do you got to say to me now? Hm?” He leans forward, his fingers hovering dangerously close to my ribs. “Anything? Anything else?”
“Yes.”
“Really? And what's that?” He lowers his fingertips, brushing my shirt and gearing up to tickle me again.
“I love you,” I say, lifting my face to kiss him.
Jace grins with thin lips. “I love you too, but that isn't going to stop this punishment.”
“Maybe I don't want it to stop. Maybe I want more,” I say, my lids lowering as I lick my lips. “We are here in the city of love.”
“Mm,” he moans out, taking his threatening tickling fingers and softly stroking my ribs. “I like the way you think.”
I lift my hips and rub my pussy against his bulge. His hand tightens around my wrists as he bites his bottom lip. His fingers move across my belly and up my right side. The pads of his fingers dance across my chest, and over my hard nipples.
I love when he touches me. Every nerve in my body ignites, and my blood turns to liquid fire. His touch is magic, sending me to the heavens and back. My back arches as he glides his hand down the center of my chest and cups my mound.
“You want me in there?” he asks. “You want to feel my cock inside you?”
I tug my bottom lip in and nibble on the skin. Nodding yes, I rub my pussy against his bulging cock. He's solid as granite, his tip pushing firmly against his jeans. I need to feel him in me. There's nothing else in this moment I need more. Not air. Not food. Not my heartbeat. I need him.
“Take me,” I say, my voice a whisper of a breath as I exhale.
Jace growls as he rips at the button on his pants. He releases my hands, standing up and pulling down his jeans. I slip my pants off, taking my panties with them. With a single finger, I gently trace my body as he watches.
His eyes follow my finger over my belly and around each breast. I pluck my nipple, twisting it between my fingers. Jace is stroking his cock as I play with myself. I love it. I love watching him react to me.
With a sexy smile on my face, I palm my pussy, sliding a finger in my heat. I push it in slowly, pulling it back out and rubbing my juice over my folds. I dip my finger in again, and rub my clit with my thumb.
Jace's eyes light up as his hand moves from base to tip and back again. He squeezes his engorged head. A small drip of pre-cum glistens at the edge, begging to be licked off. I push myself up and lick the droplet. It's salty and sweet.
“Mm,” I groan as he moves his hand so I can suck his cock. I raise my finger to his lips, and he sucks it into his mouth with a deep moan.
A shiver runs through my body, making my pussy seep and my clit throb. I can't wait anymore. I need him right now. Reaching up, I grab his shirt and tug him back down on top of me. I roll his shirt up over his head, and it toss to the floor.
His cock slides inside me easily. My juice coats him like silk. His dick spreads me wide open, swelling inside me, and stretching my body as far as it can go.
I never thought life could be more perfect. But it is. Every day with this man makes my life better. I feel more love. More appreciation. More beautiful. He looks at me like I'm the only woman in the world, just like he is right now.
His eyes never leave mine, not for a single second. He kisses me like my lips are his life and my body is his soul. With precision, he thrusts his cock in deep and hard, sending a rush of heat to my core.
The fire burns hot, spreading warm tendrils up and around my chest. My muscles buzz as he fucks me harder and faster. I can feel the orgasm building and growing. My toes curl and my fingers dig into the mounds of muscle in his back.
I release a moan as my legs clamp around his body, holding on tight. The orgasm bursts like a balloon, sending waves of pleasure coursing through my body. Jace bites my neck, giving one last thrust as he comes. His cock pulses, purging its life blood in my pussy. We lay silent, our bodies still connected as we breathe heavy.
“How is it this hot every single time?” I ask, running my hands through my hair and pulling it tight against my scalp. “My damn thighs are shaking.”
“It's because we love each other,” he says. Jace opens his eyes and kisses me on the forehead. “That's the only explanation that makes sense.”
I run my fingers through his hair and look up at him. “I really do love you.”
“I love you too.” He climbs off me, grabbing some tissues from the box on the table. Passing me a few, he cleans himself off. “So, now that we got that out of the way, are you ready to see this place?”
“I am,” I answer, putting my pants back on. “Where are we going?”
“A little place called the Louvre.”
“Oo, so you're an art man, too? I had no idea.”
Jace chuckles as he fixes his shirt and adjusts his sneakers. “It's my dirty little secret.”
He smiles at me and winks. It feels like I'm struck in the chest by a lightning bolt. This moment is surreal. I'm in Paris with the man I love. Seeing the world with new eyes. Enjoying every day like it's my last.
What have I done to deserve this life?
Some people think that life is a series of pre-planned events that you have no control over. I don't believe that. I can't anymore. I took a risk, finally moving to the city. I took a chance on a man and fell in love.
We did this together. And I'm excited to see what our future holds. I know that wherever we are, as long as we have each other, we can make anything happen.
Because it's not just me or him, it's us.