A gentleman walked in through the restaurant with an arm full of freshly cut roses. He passed from table to table, trying to sell some flowers for a couple of euros. It was a common sight to see, especially in more touristy parts of Paris. The vendor likely had a deal with the restaurant owner, and was allowed to sell his flowers for a tiny cut. By the time he got to our table, he still had enough roses to make a full bouquet.
“Monsieur? Des fleurs pour la madame?”
I nodded and reached into my pocket to hand him fifty euros for everything. The man walked away with a skip in his step, while Hannah smiled wide at the gift.
“They’re lovely, thank you.”
After we were finished eating, we strolled together through the dimly lit streets of Paris. She held onto her flowers like some sort of prize, which only made me want to buy her an entire garden so she could look as happy as she did all the time. I held her hand in mine as we walked, passing by little creperies and boulangeries and little street vendors stationed out on the sidewalks trying to sell little French-themed trinkets.
I couldn’t remember the last time I felt this in love. I had never been with a woman as amazing as Hannah. Every glance she threw my way had the butterflies in my stomach going crazy. Every time she laughed, I felt like time slowed just so I could savor the music of her voice. Every time she rested her head on my shoulder, I felt more and more protective of her and her happiness.
But deep down, we both knew that things were going to come to an end. I had to return home at some point, and her flight was schedule at the end of the week. I wasn’t ready to let her go. I didn’t think I ever wanted to let her go. Not again. The heartache and the bitterness I felt because of her year-long absence wasn’t something I was keen on experiencing. Come the end of the week, I would be ready. There was no way I was letting Hannah slip through my fingers again.
I loved her too much to let that happen.
When we got back to the hotel, we spent the night in her room instead of mine. She’d rented one with a double bed, so we didn’t see any point of being cramped up in mine. I lay there with Hannah in my arms, mindlessly brushing my fingers through her hair as we stared into each other’s eyes. The light of the moon and the glowing yellow lights of Paris seeped in through the cracks in the curtains, casting Hannah in beautiful highlights. Her eyes stood out at me the most. They always did. I felt like I could swim in them. They were so dazzling, like amber glitter floating about an easy stream. I wanted to lose myself in her gaze and get drunk off the scent of her floral perfume.
It wasn’t long before I was kissing her, exploring the shape of her mouth with the tip of my tongue. I relished the noises she made, savored the seductive moans and groans that escaped her lungs. My hands worked their way down, slipping beneath the front of her jeans and underwear. The pad of my middle finger drew slow, easy circles over her swelling clit. I knew I was doing a good job in pleasing her whenever her breath hitched, whenever she shivered beneath my weight. The heated wetness of her tight little pussy spurred me on, my cock hardening to the point of discomfort. I picked up the pace, drawing circles faster to bring her closer to the edge. Hannah gripped onto me as we continued to kiss, breathless, whimpering into my mouth.
“William,” she whispered frantically. “William, I’m going to cum.”
I captured her lips once more and didn’t ease up, turned on by the way she shuddered and jolted as climax roared through her veins. After a moment, she lay there quietly, eyes half-hooded as she came down from her high. She eventually turned and grinned. “Well, wasn’t that a treat.”
I kissed her again. “I’m glad you enjoyed yourself.”
Hannah cheekily palmed the front of my pants. My cock was desperate for her touch, growing even harder with the sudden contact.
“What can I do for you?” she asked coyly.
I licked my lips, unable to deny my desires. I eyed her pretty mouth and let out a shaky breath. “I really want to fuck your mouth.”
“You do, do you?”
I nodded, doing my best to hold back. I didn’t want to rush her, force her to do anything that she didn’t want herself. But my prayers were answered when Hannah slipped off of the edge of the bed and got down on her knees, pulling me with her. She looked so damn sexy beneath me, peering up at me with those amber eyes. Hannah undid the front of my pants, my throbbing cock springing forth. I hissed as the cool air hit my sensitive skin. The head of my cock was angry and red, dripping with precum. I held my breath in anticipation as Hannah licked the head with the tip of her tongue before wrapping her lips around me.