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Our next stop was the Musee Rodin. Seeing The Kiss in person with the man that I loved sent a thrill through me. Giovani leaned down to kiss my ear as we stared at the marble couple in their eternal embrace. It was incredibly romantic, and my thoughts quickly turned to what I planned on doing with Giovani at our hotel that night.
After the two beautiful museums, the sun was beginning to set. Gio pulled me along to a little market where we bought fresh bread and cheese and a small bottle of French wine. Satisfied that we had everything we needed for a lovely picnic, he instructed our driver to take us to a specific park that overlooked the city.
“I can’t wait for you to see the Eiffel Tower as the sun sets,” he murmured in my ear.
The lust that we shared for each other was always crackling just beneath the surface, but this day had racketed it up so high that just his whisper against my ear had me squirming in my seat and stifling a low moan. Giovani could see how turned on I was, and I could tell that it was getting him hot and bothered in turn.
We arrived at a quaint park, and Gio laid the blanket down for us to sit on before popping the cork from the wine bottle. He sat down on the blanket and gestured for me to sit between his legs, leaning against his chest. We passed the bottle of wine back and forth, drinking directly from the bottle. We hadn’t brought any utensils or plates, so we tore the bread off in chunks and nibbled at the cheese. After spending the day drowning in luxury, it satisfied my carnal side to be eating with my hands.
Just as Giovani promised, the sunset looked glorious. We both fell silent, basking in the beauty of it.
“This has been the best day of my life,” I whispered, not wanting to break the silence but still wanting him to know how much I appreciated everything he had done for me. “Thank you so much.”
“Of course, baby, anything for you. I love you,” he whispered back, sending delicious shivers down my spine.
I set the bottle of wine down and turned so I could face him. I desperately needed to kiss him, and it seemed that he felt the same way. Our lips crashed together, teeth and tongues and lips becoming one. He put his hands on my hips and I could feel my dress riding up indecently, but I was too turned on to care. Our kiss turned frantic, our hands gripping and grabbing at each other as we tried to satisfy the deep need that had fallen over us.
Giovani pulled away first. I didn’t understand how he could possibly have the self-control to stop what we were doing. If it was up to me, I would have fucked him right then and there in that park.
“Let’s get to our hotel,” he said in a voice gravelly with desire.
I stood up eagerly, wanting to get there as fast as humanly possible. It would be a miracle if I didn’t jump his bones in the car. I wished there was a partition so that we could have a little privacy on the way.
Luckily, the car ride only took a few minutes. Giovani spent the entire ride slowly rubbing his hand up and down my thigh, just barely letting his fingers get under the hem of my dress. The movement and anticipation had me soaking wet.
When our car came to a stop, he hopped out and ran around the side to let me out, then grabbed me by the hand and pulled me into the hotel. The lobby was dripping in elegant gold and crystal decor, but I was too excited for what Giovani was about to do to me to care. Thankfully our driver had dropped our bags off and checked us in while we were at the Louvre, so we didn’t have to stop until we reached the door to our suite.
Giovani roughly pulled the key card out of his pocket and shoved it against the door, his lust making him clumsy. Finally, we were inside. Gio turned around and pressed me up against the door, his kisses falling hot and heavy on my mouth and neck. I returned them, gripping him on either side of his head to help gain purchase. The need I had was growing and growing.
“How much do you like this dress?” he asked me in between kisses.
“I have others,” I gasped, unwilling to let the dress come between me and him.
With a sexy grunt, he yanked the top of my dress down and ripped it so that I was naked down to my waist. He immediately descended upon my breasts, landing kisses and taking little love bites as he went. My breasts were swollen with desire and my nipples stood firmly at attention.
“Please, I need… you,” I struggled to get out between moans.
“Need. You. Too.” He punctuated each word with another kiss.
Finally, he reached under my dress and yanked down my panties so that I could step out of them. Without warning, he pressed two fingers into my throbbing core. The sudden sensation only left me wanting more.
“So wet for me, sweetheart,” he murmured as he moved his fingers in and out, reaching up with his thumb to tease my clit.
Just when I thought I was going to come on his hand, he reached down and unzipped his pants, hardly stopping his kisses. He quickly replaced his fingers with his hard cock, and the change had me gasping and writhing against him. Using the door behind me to help provide support, he grasped my hips and pulled me up so that he was holding me between him and the door. The angle forced his cock deeper inside me while making my breasts bounce up and down with each thrust.
He stared hungrily at my breasts as he thrust roughly into me. Seeing the desire he had for me written all over his face ratcheted my own desire even higher.
Keeping one hand firmly wrapped around me, he reached his other hand around so that he could go back to teasing my clit. He circled it in time with his thrusts. The coil of desire wound tighter and tighter inside of me, and I knew I was going to orgasm any second.
All it took to send me over the edge was one more long look into his eyes. The love within them as he looked at me made me scream his name as I came, and as usual, my release triggered his. With one last thrust, he was spent. He leaned over to kiss me as he gently put me back on the floor.
After the long day we’d had, we didn’t even bother to shower. We took the rest of our clothes off and curled up in the glorious bed, Giovani wrapped tightly around me.
I had no idea how I would ever have a day as wonderful as this one.
*Olivia*
I woke up with the sun shining in through the gauzy blinds on our hotel window and immediately rolled over, wanting to cuddle up to Giovani, but his side of the bed was empty. I blinked and felt his pillow, thinking maybe he had just run to the lobby for something, but it had gone cold like he had been gone for a while.
I couldn’t imagine why he would’ve gotten up without me; it was only our third day in Paris, and so far, we had spent every single second together, just basking in the luxury of being in one another’s company. It had been the best few days of my life, spent doing nothing other than exploring the city, eating amazing French cuisine, and making love to Giovani every single night. I never wanted to go back to our regular life in Italy, I just wanted to keep our Parisian fantasy going forever.
I sat up and grabbed my phone, but I didn’t have any messages other than a suggestive text from Dahlia about France and high libidos. I could tell that she had been growing increasingly bored at her parents’ place as her texts grew stranger and stranger. I sent her a quick laughing emoji back and resumed my hunt to figure out where the hell Giovani could be.
After a few minutes of walking in circles around the room, I finally found a small note that Gio had written on the notepad by the phone. The note simply said, “Went to get breakfast. Back soon. Love you. –G”
I found it endearing that he still did things like leave handwritten notes instead of just sending texts, but I was mildly annoyed at how long it had taken me to find it, not that that was his fault.
I also wished I had some way of knowing when he had written it. What did “back soon” really mean if I had no idea how long ago he had left? Being left alone in an unfamiliar country had me majorly on edge. The small bit of peace that our trip had given me was being stripped away as I sat alone in the hotel and hoped that Giovani would return quickly.
I called him, hoping to get an idea of when he would come back, but he didn’t pick up his phone. My mind began running through worse and worse scenarios as I sat and tried to stop it. What if he had been injured and was lying hurt in the street somewhere? What if the Russians had somehow kidnapped him and were coming for me next? I decided to give Dahlia a quick call, just to help calm my nerves. I knew that she would be able to help me stay rational. Her parents were staying in a place near Rome, seeing some friends, so she’d gone there to visit, but I believed she was planning to head home today.
“Hello!” she answered in her usual ‘happy to hear from you’ way.
“Hey, Dolly,” I said, not bothering to hide my upset tone of voice.
“Uh oh, what’s wrong?”
I sighed, feeling a little embarrassed to admit why I had called her. Wasn’t it most girls’ dreams to be surprised with breakfast after their man had taken them to Paris? What was wrong with me that such a sweet gesture left me feeling sad and scared?
“Ugh, it’s nothing,” I said, feeling like I had majorly overreacted. “I just woke up this morning, and Gio isn’t here, so it kind of freaked me out.”
“Aw, I get that,” she reassured me. “I mean, you’re in a totally different country, and he’s the only one there that you know. It makes sense why you’d want him to stick by your side. Do you know where he went?”
Her calming words immediately made me feel better.
“Yeah, he left a note saying he went to get breakfast, but when I called him, he didn’t answer. I feel stupid for even calling, but with everything that’s been going on, it just felt weird to wake up alone.”
“Well don’t worry about it. I haven’t heard anything from Tallon or Alessandro, so I’m sure everything back home is just fine.”
“You’re right,” I agreed. “I’m just overreacting.”
“Try to let it go, and I’ll see you in a few more days! Have a great rest of your trip!”
“Okay, bye,” I told her, feeling far better than I had when I woke up and wondering why I had let my imagination run wild with fear.
I was in Paris fucking France! There was no time for upset feelings. I decided that I would use Gio’s little outing to my advantage. This would be the perfect opportunity to take a little longer on my morning routine so I could look especially great. We planned on spending the day walking around the city and seeing the most famous landmarks, and I would love to get some great photos to post on my social media. What was the point of going to university in Europe if I couldn’t brag a little bit on social media, after all?
I got in the shower and turned the water to the perfect temperature, taking my time as I scrubbed myself and shaved my legs. I decided I was finally going to attempt the tousled, air-dried look that I had seen so many of the beautiful French women wearing, so I washed my hair and hoped it wouldn’t dry looking like I had been in a windstorm. I usually used a blow dryer.
After my shower, I took my time applying my makeup, trying to emulate the French style of a fresh face with a lovely pop of red lipstick. By the time I was finished with my makeup, my hair had dried in nice waves that framed my face. I stood back to take in the whole effect and felt rather pleased with myself.
All that was left was to find the perfect outfit. That would’ve been a bigger challenge back when I was living in the States, but living for a few months in Italy with Dahlia had significantly improved my wardrobe. I chose a mid-length white linen dress with long fluttery sleeves. It helped round out my “effortless but not” look perfectly.
I was deciding on which shoes to wear when I heard the door to the hotel room open. I glanced at the alarm clock and was shocked to see that I had been awake for well over an hour. And I didn’t even know how long Gio had been gone before that. Surely it didn’t take that long to grab a quick to-go breakfast.
