A Window to Love (Windows) (Volume 1) (21 page)

“Mmmm. No underwear on my husband?” She said dropping to her
knees and taking my hard cock deep into her mouth.

Grabbing her shoulders, I moaned. “Bébé, stop. Let me get
you out of your dress.”

She shook her head from side to side, moving my hands away
and continued her assault on me. “Oh bébé. That feels so good.” She was sliding
her tongue up and down my shaft, paying attention to every inch. Over and over
she sucked me in and then all the way out to swirl her pink tongue around my
engorged tip, and then sucked me deep into the back of her throat. I tried to
stop her, but she insisted I come in her mouth. Watching her, I panted loudly,
growling her name, releasing as she wished.

My beautiful bride licked her lips. Looking up at me, she
murmured, “yum,” before she stood and attacked my lips with her hot little
mouth. I could taste my come on her lips.

It was so erotic, I had to control myself. I wanted to rip
her dress in half and fuck her until she couldn't walk. Taking a few deep
breaths, I spun her around and deftly unbutton the million, tiny champagne
pearls down the back of her dress. As soon as it hit the floor, my mouth
dropped open at the sight of her icy blue lingerie. I growled, “Oh bébé, you're
going to fucking kill me.”

She giggled. This woman had no idea what her giggle did to
me. It was so fucking sexy. Desperately needing to be in her, I ripped her
panties off and lifted her up She nibbled my bottom lip and wrapped her legs
around me as I walked her a short distance across the room and pushed her up
against the wall. She purred, “Oh mon dieu,” as I slammed into her, driving
deep into her pussy with my thick cock, making her moan over and over. She felt
so good. So wet. So tight. I love how her walls squeeze me, breathlessly she
panted, “Oh Evan, I'm going to come. Evan. It's too good. I can't stop.”

I captured her mouth with mine, and she moaned, clamping
onto my cock even harder and I joined her, spill into her, screaming her name.
“Oh bébé, you're the best.” With her body still wrapped around mine, I carried
her into the bedroom and finished undressing my wife. I was not done with her
yet. It would be a wonder if we could walk on to the plane tomorrow.

WE MADE IT to the private plane on
time. I was not certain, but I think Evan purchased this plane for us.
“Monsieur, this is gorgeous,” I commented as I gazed around the cabin.

With a smile on his handsome face, he leaned forward and
whispered in my ear, “Go explore, bébé.”

“This is yours, non?” I inquired tilting my head to stare
into his pools of blue, and he just grinned.

As I looked around, I didn't need him to answer. There were
features everywhere that had his initials on them. The cabin had a neutral
backdrop of beige, taupe, brown and grey with decor accents in citron and
midnight blue. The cabinetry in the bathroom, bedroom, and kitchenette were all
a beautiful dark wood grain veneer. Scattered throughout the aircraft on
different pieces of furniture I saw a variety of fancy pillows and a few faux
leopard throws that were similar to the one in our bedroom at home.

“What are you grinning about?” Evan inquired, settling
himself in one of the pale grey leather chairs in the dining area, opening his
tablet on the table.

“Nothing. I'm just happy to be going on a honeymoon with my
husband,” I beamed at him.

“I'm sorry things got switched around, bébé. I will
definitely make it up to you. You will not be disappointed.”

“Who can complain about Paris?” I said climbing into his lap
before we took off. I needed a little snuggle.

We had planned to go to California, but due to a schedule
change, we were now on our way to Paris for a few days alone. After Paris, we
would be popping around Europe to attend a variety of fashion week events. Evan
was still insisting that we buy a beach house; a perfect honeymoon spot, but I
had a feeling he had already purchased one. I believed it was only a matter of
time before he surprised me with a trip to Malibu. He was quite happy to dish
out surprises; however, he was not always thrilled about receiving them. Mr.
Duke liked to be in control; everything in its place and everything scheduled.
He was definitely not wild about me upsetting his balance, but I though it was
good for him every once in a while. I loved the reaction I got, it was so
predictable; the raised eyebrows, the chin rub, the head tilt and as long as we
were not out in public, the hand raked through his perfectly groomed hair. I
laughed to myself. I loved everything about that man. The perfect, and don't
tell him, the not so perfect parts.

Still cuddled up in Evan's lap, I reached up and ran my
fingers through his hair, pulling him in for a kiss. His mouth was lush and
perfect for mine. I moaned as he deepened our kiss. “I can't wait to fuck you,”
I heard vibrate against my lips and my panties instantly moistened.

I was ready for him now when the flight attendant walked in,
softly clearing her throat, “Excuse me, Mr. Duke. We will be departing now.
Would you both like a sleeping mask?"

“Sure. Thank you, Sandy.” Evan took the sleeping masks and
tosses them on the thick, clear Lucite dining table between our seats. “Hey,
bébé, let's buckle up for take off,” he said lifting me off his lap, kissing me
passionately. Yummy!

Once we leveled off and were cruising across the ocean, we
got comfortable on a plush grey couch adorned with chocolate brown, midnight
blue and citron pillows. Evan was generously rubbing my feet. I yawned, and he
offered me a sleeping mask. “These have gotten moi into trouble,” I murmured
softly looking at the mask resting in my hand.

“What kind of trouble, bébé?” He asked with an inquisitive
voice.

Oh merde! Why do I say my thought aloud? It always gets me
in trouble.

“How has a sleeping mask gotten you in trouble?” I could
feel his eyes burning into my skin as my gaze remained low.

I was quiet, contemplating an answer. Finally I replied, “It
was a long time ago. Forget I said anything. We shouldn't talk about our
pasts.”

“You've peaked my interest,” he said drawing me closer to
him, tilting my head up, and looking intently into my eyes. “Is there a
naughtier side to you that I don't know about?”

“It's not something I want to talk about.” Hesitating for a
moment, I decided to come clean. “I had sex with a complete and total
stranger.”

“A one night stand? You never saw him again?” Evan asked
with a small laugh.

“Something like that. Only worse. I never actually saw what
he looked like...” my voice trailed off. Uncertain of his reaction, I turned
away from him, avoiding his eyes.

Evan gently put his finger just under my chin, coaxing me to
turn back to him. “Your eyes were covered the whole time?” he asked slowly, his
brows rose with interest or was it surprise?

Nervously playing with the mask that brought about this
discussion in the first place, I answered, “Yes,” in a voice just above a
whisper,

Covering my hands to still my nervous fidgeting, he leaned
in closer to me, his brows now furrowed with worry, his laughter replaced with
concern, “Were you tied up or forced?”

“No,” I said attempting to pull away from his touch, but he
refused to let me move. “It was consensual, completely consensual.” With the
words out of my mouth, I searched his face for clues to his thoughts, and while
at the same time wondering if I actually wanted to know.

Evan leaned back and studied me for several long and painful
moments. When he finally asked “Where did this happen?” His eyes narrowed; his
voice lowered to a husky whisper.

Biting my lip, I closed my eyes, and as a deep breath
escaped my lips I murmured, “Lily took me to a ‘private’ party.”

“Tell me more, bébé. Tell me all of it.” He urged me on with
his words, with his voice, with his eyes. I could feel an energy radiating from
him, but I had no idea what it meant.

I opened my eyes and looked straight into his blue eyes that
had grown dark. Dark with what, I wondered. Lust, anger, intrigue? I couldn't
be sure. “I don’t think we should talk about this.” I decided.

He didn't care if I wanted to talk about it or not. I could
hear an urgent demand for more in his voice. His hand gripped my arms as he
asked, “Was the party in Paris?”

“No,” I said as I started rattling off simple answers as the
night events began to play back in my mind: “It was outside of Paris. In a
chateau. It was a beautiful place. Gowns, tuxedos and everyone wore masques.
Champagne was flowing...” my voice trailed off softly.

Evan grew quiet as he rubbed his brow, for the moment, lost
in his own thoughts. Finally, he asked, “Was it a masked ball?”

Shaking my head slowly, I was wondering why he couldn't let
this questioning end and how do I tell him the truth about the kind of event I
attended? “Oh mon dieu. I don't want to talk about this anymore. Please.”

Again, my plea went unnoticed, “Were you drunk, bébé? You and
your champagne...?”

Was I drunk? If I tell him I was drunk then it would make
sense that I would do this? Is that to be my excuse? But I wasn't drunk. I knew
what I was doing. “A bit tipsy, maybe. Lily and I drank lots of bubbly and
danced.” I looked straight ahead and slightly shook my head as I waited for his
next question.

Now it was Evan whose voice was filled with pleading, “Did
you meet this masked man dancing? Please, bébé,” he said softly, his lips
brushed against my cheek, his breath hot with desire. “Trust me. Tell me all of
it.”

I was surprised, caught off balance by his response. I felt
something rising in me as I turned my face to him. “No. It was nothing like
that.” I told him slowly, “Lily disappeared for a bit. When she returned, she
dragged me off to a game room. A group of men and women were playing a truth or
dare, spin the bottle kind of game. Lily insisted I play.” I paused to gauge
his reaction while this feeling, a tension, continued to build in me. “Lily got
an easy question. I, however, got a dare; an encounter with a stranger.”

I felt his eyes blazing into me, burning my skin. “Yes,
bébé. Tell me about your stranger...” he whispered. Lifting my wrist to his
lips, he brushed them against my skin and in that moment what had been building
in me broke through to the surface as a rush; an erotic heat pulsed through my
veins.

My cheeks were flushed with a hot blush as I continued. “I
was lead down a dark hallway. My mask was removed and replaced with another
one. I could not see at all with the new mask. Then a door opened. A voice told
me someone was waiting for me inside and to walk straight ahead. I stood still
unsure of what to do. A hand on my back lightly nudged me in. The door closed
behind me.”

Evan closed his eyes as my story continued.

“A voice said 'come here' in French. I walked forward toward
the voice, but as I did, I stumbled on something on the floor and ended up fall
into a man's arms. Against his bare chest.”

A low deep growl slipped through Evan's lips. “He kissed
you?” he whispered.

“Yes,” barely escaped my throat.

He opened his eyes and looks into mine.” Did you like it?”

Again, all I could get out was “Yes.”

Evan…

“OKAY, BÉBÉ. NOW it's my turn,” I
said softly as I ran my thumb down her hot cheek.

“I'm not sure I want to hear about you with a stranger...”
she said, although her voice was deep and full, just like it was after I'd
taken her.

I cut Melissa off and slowly began my story. “She was
trembling as she ran her hands over my chest. I rubbed her arms. I whispered
sweet things to her in French. I kissed her until she moaned and opened her
mouth up to me. I deepened the kiss. She relaxed, wrapped her arms around my
neck and drew me closer to her. I reached around her and untied her dress. It
slid to the floor. All that remained on her body were panties tied on each hip.
I yanked one tie and then the other and put the panties in my pocket.”

Melissa gasped as the pieces began to fall together. “Oh mon
dieu!”

I nod as a small grin tugged at my lips. I gently swept back
her hair and pressed my lips to her ear, whispering “Do you want to hear more?”

She nods her head and whispered back, “Oui.”

“I pulled her up next to me, grinding into her so she could
feel how excited I was. Then I guided her to the bed, kissing and biting her as
we moved. I laid her back on the bed and began devouring her body with my
mouth. I grabbed her hips abruptly, pulling her to the edge of the bed, draping
her legs over my shoulders. I licked her folds over and over with my tongue. I
placed two fingers inside of her, fucking her with my fingers until she
screamed, 'oh mon dieu.' As she was climaxing, the door opened briefly, and I
could see a glimmer of her blonde hair. I moved away from her to lock the door.
I heard her moving. I told her, 'ne pas bouger, rester sur place,' and she was
still. I dropped my pants and moved back to her.” I stop and look at Melissa.
Her eyes are closed. “Shall I continue, bébé?”

“Yes, please. Oh, Evan...” I could tell by her hardened
nipples she liked this story.

“I walked to the bed and told her to get on her hands and
knees. I joined her on the bed, moving my hard cock to her pussy. I toyed with
her a little, slapping my cock across her pussy. I could feel her juices
dripping on me. She whimpered, 'Please. S'il vous plaît, monsieur.' Slowly, I
slid into her tight pussy.” I paused in my story, “You're panting, bébé. You
like hearing this?”

“Mmmm. Yes. Oui. Could you show me what you did instead?”
She purred, moving closer to me and I felt one of her beautiful breast graze my
arm.

I laughed softly and growled at her. “Yes but first, you
need this.” She opened her heavily lidded eyes to look. “Close your eyes,
bébé.” I put the sleeping mask over her eyes, she moaned, and I lead her to the
bedroom. “Take your clothes off.” She quickly removed all of her clothes as I
did the same. Guiding her on to the bed, I tell her, “Get on your hands and
knees - Obtenez sur vos mains et genoux.” Positioning her close to the edge of
the bed, I slid into her extremely wet pussy. “Mmmm. You're so wet for me. My
story turned you on?”