A Window to Love (Windows) (Volume 1) (11 page)

We walked out of the hotel entrance to a classic convertible
Jaguar XK140 roadster I’d hired for our drive. I loved the surprised look on
Melissa’s beautiful face when she saw the car waiting for us in the driveway.
“Nice car. You’re going to look extremely sexy driving that beauty. I'm going
to have a hard time keeping my hands off of you.” She slid into the passenger
side, and then ran her hand lightly across the dash as she took it all in,
pronouncing it all, “Gorgeous!” I was thinking the same thing about her!

“I can drive while you let your fingers explore me.” I
raised an eyebrow at her wickedly.

I put the car in gear, and we zoomed off to explore the west
side of Los Angeles. Taking Mulholland Drive across the Santa Monica Mountains,
we took a leisure cruise, stopping from time to time to take in the city views.
The crystal clear sky allowed us to see from the skyline of downtown Los
Angeles to the blue Pacific Ocean and beyond to Catalina Island. The stops were
also a good excuse to grab a few kisses from my beautiful girl. Once we made it
to the end of Mulholland, we dropped down into Hollywood and took Sunset
Boulevard back to the coast.

Turning onto Pacific Coast Highway we headed up north toward
Malibu for dinner. But first I suggested we drive up into the hills to see a
full view of the coastline. Winding up the back roads of the Topanga Canyon, I
saw an empty lot for sale and pulled down a partially paved road to a graded
lot. The view up and down the coast was amazing; a house on this spot would be
incredible.

Putting the car in park, Melissa exclaimed, “This is
spectacular!”

I smiled at her enthusiasm, but I was more focused on her
and the view I had of her. “You are spectacular, bébé,” I unfastened my seat
belt, pushed the seat back and hooked a finger at her, motioning for her to
move to me, “Come here and sit on my lap.” I winked, raising an eyebrow at her,
“I'm glad you have a skirt on.”

Melissa surprised me when she lifted her skirt up to her
waist. Quickly undoing my pants, I pulled them down my thighs, and she
straddled me. I moved her panties to the side, and she slid right on my
erection; a perfect fit.

“Mmmm, your pussy is so plush, so tight, so wet. Mmmm. Have
I told you how much I hate it when I'm not in you?” I had a firm grip on her
ass, moving her in the parfait rhythm.

“It misses your hard cock, too,” she moaned.

“I like your dirty mouth, bébé,” I groaned loving all the
sounds she’s made and how she was running her fingers through my hair.

“I'll have to use my dirty mouth on you later,” she said
capturing my mouth and sucking on my tongue.

“Mmmm. I love your mouth on mine,” I murmured. I loved
kissing her. I'd never kissed anyone as much as I'd kissed Melissa.

I leaned back away from her briefly and pulled my t-shirt
off. Melissa followed my lead taking off her top and her bra. I suckled on her
nipples, alternating to give attention to each one. I plunged into her faster
and harder just the way she liked it. I made her moan and pant as I brought her
to an orgasm. I followed her with my own.

As soon as my breathing had returned to normal, I made a
suggestion, “Let's buy this property, build a house, then I can fuck you while
looking out at this fabulous view.”

“Isn’t the view of my body enough?” Melissa asked climbing
off of me and removing the rest of her clothes. Then she shocked the hell out
of me getting out of the car and strutting to the front of the car. My mouth
fell open at the sight of her as she lies across the hood of the Jaguar
questioning, “Well, is this enough for you?”

I jumped out of the car and quickly walk around to the front
of it and turn her over. I draped my body over hers, swept her hair to the side
and licked the back of her neck, “You are perfect for me, bébé!” Caressing her
sides, rubbing my cock on her ass, I whispered, “The ocean view is just a
bonus. You’re the true beauty on this cliff. Let’s build a house here. The
property is for sale. I love the idea of fucking you with the Pacific in the
background.”

“I'd rather have a house on the beach. You could fuck me on
the sand.” Backing her ass up into me and wiggling, she moaned, “Actually you
could fuck me right now. Pretty pleeeease, monsieur.”

She didn't have to beg me twice. I unzipped my pants and
slipped right into her. My favourite place to be. “Bébé, you are a bad girl.”
Panting, moving at a delicious speed, I purred into her ear, “Good thing we're
in a secluded area.”

“Mmmm. I love you in me, Evan. Fuck me… fuck, harder,” she
cried out.

As we were fucking like two wild animals, a car drove up the
road towards us. “Oh shit, bébé! We have an audience.” I reluctantly slid out
of Melissa, zipped up my pants, pulled her around behind me, and walked toward
the car. Reaching in, I grabbed my shirt, and put it over her quickly.

A real estate agent and her clients got out of the car and
walked in our direction. The agent didn't look too happy and informed us she
was showing the property, and we were trespassing. I quickly let her know that
we were interested in the property, as well. The client interrupted immediately
stating that he was convinced that he wanted the property, and would like to
make an offer. I had no intention of bidding against this man. I told the agent
that we may be interested in something on the beach, after all that’s what my
bébé said she wanted. The agent handed me her card and told me to call her to
set up an appointment. I thanked her then headed down the driveway slowly as
Melissa struggled to get redressed.

We laughed uncontrollably as we wound our way down the hill
to the coast. “Ready for some early dinner after putting on a show, bébé?”

Melissa blushed, “Oui, after that I’m in need of champagne.”

Melissa…

WE PULLED UP to valet parking at
Moonshadows, a seafood place right on the beach in Malibu. The glass front
building reminded me of a beach house that had been turned into a restaurant.
We were seated out on a deck. The surroundings were so beautiful from the
luxurious furnishings to the natural elements. I loved hearing the waves crash
on the sand, the warm sun on my face, the smell of the ocean. It was a perfect
day. Best of all, I was with the most gorgeous man. I could stare at him
forever. I couldn't believe he came looking for me and tomorrow I was going to
Paris with him. Wow! Evan and I in the most romantic city. Fucking in Paris.
Ooh la la!

Gazing at him, I saw his sexy mouth moving, but I wasn't
listening. “What? Did you say something? I was just admiring the view.”

Evan laughed and gave me one of his panty-wetting looks. Oh
mon dieu… I could eat him up. “Melissa!”

Mmmm. Evan in his birthday suit. Naked. Love him exposed in
all his glory. Not sure what I enjoyed looking at more; the lovely face or the
exquisite body. Maybe the total package was best. Looking into those passionate
blue eyes while being trapped under his very fit body. I got wet just thinking
about it.

“Melissa? Hello, bébé. What are you moaning about? Must be
naughty because the look on your face is pure lust.”

Finally, I snapped out of my yummy daydream. “Oui.”

“Seriously, bébé, let's buy a house here,” he announced and
I wasn’t sure I was truly hearing him correctly.

I turned my head and gave him a weird questioning look.
“You're crazy. You hardly know me, and you want to buy a house with me?”

“Why do you keep saying I don’t know you? We have been
together for days exploring each other non-stop. And the answer to your
question is, yes, I want to buy a house with you. I'm not letting you go. You
are mine.”

He said, I was his. I smiled at him and then I giggled. I
felt like a lovesick teenage girl, and I couldn't make words form correctly as
I was thinking does that mean Mr. Model, man of many a women's fantasy, is
mine? Still in la la land, I placed my elbow on the table and rested my chin on
my palm and all that I could get to come out of my mouth was, “Mmmm.”

Evan was laughing at me, shaking his head, questioning me,
“Melissa, what is running through that pretty head of yours?”

Again, I was at a loss for intelligent words, and I mumbled,
“Why?”

“Why what? Why are you mine?” I simply nodded my head.
“Because I will not share you with anyone. Because the thought of anyone
touching you, let alone fucking you, drives me insane.”

“Soooo there's the truth,” I said before adding a purring
question, “Am I to be your sex slave?”

“I like that idea.” He grinned and then turned serious
again. “I want you for everything, bébé.”

WE ARRIVED IN Paris. Paris! Ooh la
la! I was in the City of Love and Lights with this hot man on my arm! A car was
waiting for us at Charles de Gaulle, and we drove directly into the city. My
heart beat faster as the first sweet signs of Paris hit me as we made a half
circle around the Arc de Triomphe at the top of Champs Elysees before shooting
down George V.  I loved this tree lined avenue filled with shops, hotels and
charming cafes. Getting closer to the Seine I knew I was about to see Tour de
Eiffel and for some reason when I would see that I always felt as
if my heart was home. However as many times as I’d been in this city,
somehow this time felt so different; it felt so right. Perhaps it was being in
the magical city with Evan, the man I love.

After crossing over the exquisite Pont de l’Alma bridge, we
followed the Seine a short distance before we turned into a residential
neighborhood and pulled up in front of an apartment building instead of a
hotel. Looking up at the beautiful alabaster stone-block building with its
black mansard roof, my eyes twinkled and an enormous smile spread across my
lips as I asked in a dreamy voice, “Did you rent an apartment?”

“No, bébé, this is my place. I'm in Paris so often that it
made sense to own an apartment. I stay in so many hotels when I work for a few
days here and there, but here, staying in a hotel isn’t my thing. I like Paris
to feel like home and this apartment is just across the river from most of my
work. Some of the best things that have ever happened to me have happened in
this city. Besides, my family likes to use it too, and it's a good investment.
I can sell it or rent it when I decide I don't need it or want it anymore. Oh,
and the answer is NO.”

I tilted my head, looking at him, puzzled. “The answer to
what?”

“I know how your mind works. You are the only woman I have
ever brought here. Well, other than my mother and sisters. And 'Isabelle.' She
decorated it.”

The apartment was located on the fashionable Rive Gauche
side of the Seine across from the design houses on Avenue Montaigne. It had
three bedrooms, three bathrooms, a living room, formal dining room, and a good size
modern kitchen for Paris standards. There were French doors in the living room
and master suite that open onto small balconies perfect for flowers boxes. The
furnishings were very traditional with masculine and feminine touches. The
decor was the exact opposite of his parent's apartment in the states. The
apartment reminded me of my apartment with all its formal white boiserie
woodwork, crown molding, and decorative ceilings. I adored the eclectic mix of
French furnishings; the Louis XV style juxtaposed with contemporary and a
scattering of antique accessories. The window coverings were divine full
draperies in beautiful silks; they were something I would have chosen.

Once we settled in, Evan kissed me goodbye and headed out to
his photo shoot. I texted my friend Lily to let her know I was ready for some
fun.

< Hey Silly Lily, your BFF has arrived... Must see YOU
immediately!!! >

< Ooh la la… Can’t wait to see you!!! Let's have lunch
and go to a special museum showing… Please tell moi that you are available NOW!
>

Lily told me to meet her at the infamous Café de Flore, one
of her many haunts in her arrondissement. She loved to make the rounds to the
various cafes of Paris where her favourite artists once frequented. She said
the cafes inspired her; the spirits got into her mind and helped her create. I
loved how her brain works.

Paris was the perfect place for her Lilly, and I couldn't
imagine she would ever leave. She loved her life in this wonderful city. Lily
was an artist; she photographed and painted various themes incorporating Paris
into her work. In the last few years, she had started painting nudes with
Parisian backgrounds. She had made quite a successful name for herself here.
Her paintings were featured in various galleries. She had received some big
commissions and some very famous people had posed for her. Of course, being
always professional, she would not divulge who they were, not even to me!

It had been three years since I last visited my Silly Lily
and oh, how I had missed her! We met in our first year of college at a
Francophile event and became instant friends. In our second year of college, we
took our first trip to Paris together. When we arrived, she took one look
around, vowed that as soon as we graduated she was moving to Paris to live, and
that's exactly what she did. Over the years, I had seen her a few times,
and it had always been a crazy, fun time laced with a bit of drama. I was
hoping today was fun, but uneventful. I was not looking for any Lily drama this
time in Paris.

I threw on a heavy coat, wrapped a scarf around my neck, and
rushed out the door and made my way down a couple blocks toward the Seine to
Quai d’Orsay where I popped into a taxi.

I arrived at the café just as Lily showed up wearing that
fashionable Parisian street attire that all women in Paris seemed to wear with
that certain je ne sais quoi. Her ever-present sketch book was tucked under her
arm as if it was part of her wardrobe. We hugged and kissed on each
cheek, then found a table. After ordering champagne, we spent a long leisurely
lunch over a three-course meal catching up on her latest escapades around
Paris. Everything was delicious! Miam Miam! Oh mon dieu, I love Paris!

After we finished our yummy desserts and café crèmes, Lily
and I headed to a little museum off the beaten path to view a retrospective
collection of sketches and sketch books created by famous artist of the past.
We popped into a taxi, stopping on a rue in the 8th arrondissement that was
dotted with gorgeous mansions, and I thought we were making a detour before
going to the museum until Lily announces, “Nous sommes arrivés!” Hopping out of
the taxi, she paid and then dragged me to large doors that opened onto a gravel
courtyard, giving way to a Parisian mansion. Once inside it was a typical stark
white museum with statues, paintings, sculpted items and even a shopping cart
filled with what looked like garbage. I was always amazed by certain things
that were labeled as art.

As I was taking everything in, Lily pulled me through the
musée to a private exhibit. She produced two very formal looking tickets, and
we were admitted into an exhibit space existing of four large dark rooms. There
was strategically placed lighting throughout the exhibit illuminating the wall
sketches and the various sketch books scattered about on tabletops and in glass
cases. While I meandered around taking it all in, Lily had wandered off with
sketchbook at the ready.

I wasn’t sure I would be interested in sketches and sketch
books as I preferred vividly painted canvases. I never thought of sketches as
finished products to be put on display alone, but some of these were
breathtakingly amazing. It made me rethink my own sketches as I looked at these
lines and shadows drawn by some of my favourite artists like Picasso, Matisse,
Lautrec, Degas and Renoir.

Eventually, I was reunited by Lily; she tucked her arm
through mine and walked me through all four sections of the installation. My
personal docent informed me about the history of each sketchbook and sketches
adding fun stories that she probably heard from one her professors. I always
loved when a personal story was told about each artist, it made them human and
made us feel that we were no different from them, wanting to express ourselves
creatively. Once Lily finished schooling me in all things art as only she could
do, she informed me that she had a craving for chaud chocolat avec macarons.

I suggested the Ladurée Patisserie on the corner of Rue
Jacob and Rue Bonaparte and Lily licked her lips. As we sat at a table for two,
I filled her in on my relationship with Evan, and she hinted that she may have
met someone special via all her ‘adventures.’ We were never at a loss for words
or laughs when we were together.

Halfway through our hot chocolate with just crumbs of
macarons left, Lily received a text. A startled look appeared on her face, and
I gathered that whatever it said, it must have been important because she leapt
out of her chair, “Melissa, mon amie, time for me to go. And don't forget to
ask Evan about a photo shoot with the two of you.” Lily gave me a wink, kissed
me on each cheek, and she was gone. With anyone else, I would've been alarmed,
maybe even hurt, but this behavior was typical of my dearest amie. Even though
this was not unusual, she still worried me, and I feared that one day her wild
escapades would get her in serious trouble.

ONCE I SETTLED the bill, I wandered
the magical streets of Paris. Exiting Ladurée, I turned down Rue Jacob, in the
direction of Evan’s apartment, looking in various boutique windows. The streets
were crowded with shoppers and tourists. I loved listening to the excited
voices of tourist as they discovered treasures hidden everywhere. I delighted
in the sound of French dripping from the tongues of natives and foreigners
attempting their rudimentary French. I adored that instead of one-stop
shopping, Paris was filled with various specialty petits magasins; boucheries,
boulangeries, chocolatiers, fromageries and patisseries. I popped into a few of
these shops purchasing a baguette, some red ripe strawberries, a few stinky
cheeses and a bouquet of anemones before strolling along the Seine. Lost in my
promenade, I was startled by a text from Evan.

< HOME! NOW! MISS YOU! >

My heart started pounding. < Will be there as soon as I
can. >

< HURRY! >

I grabbed a taxi to get to him as quickly as I could. Not
fast enough for Evan.

< Where are you? >

< Getting closer. >

< Now? >

< A couple blocks away. >

< Now? >

< One block. >

No more texts. The taxi stopped in front of Evan’s apartment
and my handsome man was waiting for me. As I was paying, he was opening the
door and pulling me out of the taxi.

Laughing, he scooped me into his muscular arms along with my
petite shopping bags, and carried me up the winding staircase to his apartment.
“Put me down. I can walk,” I insisted.

Shaking his head and continuing his quest, he protested, “No
way. I haven't touched you in hours. I want you close to me.” I didn't fight
him; I just leaned into him, biting and kissing his neck. He growled, “You
better stop that, bébé, or I'm going to fuck you right here on the stairs.”
Laughing more, I gave him one more bite and then snuggled into him, making him
growl again. I loved how those sexy growls sent chills down my spine and
brought moisture to my panties.

As soon as we were through the doorway, our clothes were
off, and our bodies were entwined in a passionate embrace. Our hands were
roaming, our lips were parting, our tongues were caressing, drinking in each
other’s essence.

Spiraling out of control with heat and desire, we couldn't
get enough of each other. “Bébé, I need to taste every part of you,” he panted,
moving his hot mouth to play with my nipples. Tugging and sucking them with his
lips, I cried out for more, and he moved down my body.

Licking down my stomach, dipping his tongue in my navel, I
moaned, prompting him to continue. He spread my legs wide, skimmed his tongue
across the tender flesh between my thighs, tasting my moist opening over and
over. As desire raged through me, I had an overwhelming urge to taste him, and
I softly begged for his cock in my mouth.

Growling, Evan climbed over my throbbing body, placing his
knees on each side of my head before lowering his cock to my
lips. Anticipating having his cock in my mouth,
I lifted up and my tongue reached out greedily to lick his
moist tip, he moaned, “Be patient bébé.”

Slowly he dipped closer, and I swirled my tongue around the
head of his beautiful cock. Sucking him in, my body quivered as Evan’s body
stretches out across mine and his mouth returned to my pussy.