Page 41 of The Stipulation
My breath catches in my throat, something I try and fail to hide, and I can feel the electricity crackling in the small space between us. I finish unpacking quickly.
“I’m going to go and get changed,” I announce croakily.
I head into the en-suite bathroom with my pajamas and my toilet bag. I brush my teeth, wash my makeup off, and brush out my hair. I change into the pajamas. I use the toilet and cringe when I have to flush. Ugh… Schooling my features into an expression of perfect calm and insouciance, I open the door.
Good God!
Axel is naked, but for a pair of black boxer shorts. He looks up as the bathroom door opens and heads casually towards it. For a few seconds, I freeze at the glorious sight, and we almost bump into each other just outside of the bathroom door. Then I come alive. We both attempt to sidestep each other, but we both go the same way. For a fraction of a second, the world contracts. His hand brushes my arm as if to move me to one side, and I feel that same jolt of heat I’d felt in the vault when our hands touched over the painting.
He looks at me, his gaze so dark and intense that I don’t pull back. I can’t. What he wants, I want too. I tilt my chin slightly, and in a motion that feels both natural and inevitable, he leans in. Our lips meet, tentative at first, then urgent. The careful restraint I promised myself I would show on this trip shattersinto a million pieces, and we haven’t even been here for an hour yet. None of that matters, though. What matters is here and now. Axel’s bare chest presses against me, and suddenly every second of tension, every unspoken word, every glance and brush of skin over the past few days explodes into a raging fire that neither of us can control.
The hotel room becomes a blur around us: the few bits of luggage we haven’t put away yet, the open window next to the balcony doors that lets in a faint Parisian breeze, the quiet hum of the city outside. All of it recedes. Nothing matters except the heat of him, the way his hands find my hips and my waist and the way I cling to him like I am drowning, and he is the only one who can save me.
It’s raw, it’s consuming, and it’s nothing like I imagined it would be.
There are no words, no plans, only the desperate need to claim, to feel, to taste. Axel grabs the bottom of my vest top and tugs it upwards. I pull away from his kiss and put my arms in the air, and he peels the top off me and throws it aside. For a second, his eyes glitter as they alight on my bare breasts, then his lips swoop down and find mine again. My breasts press against his warm chest, and I can feel my nipples hard and aching as they touch his heated skin.
We tackle each other’s bottom halves; Axel expertly pushes my pajama bottoms down, and I find myself wrestling with his boxer shorts and the massive, thick, strutting cock that jumps out. We both kick them away and stand together nude, our tongues entwining as our hungry mouths press tighter together. My hands roam Axel’s back and sides, and his hands cup my ass. His dick throbs urgently against my flesh. He lifts me, and I wrap my arms around his shoulders, my legs around his waist.
He carries me to the bed, sits me on the edge, then kneels down in front of me. Wrapping his big hands around my knees,he pushes my legs apart. And for a long while, he stares with glittering, greedy eyes at my pussy. When finally, he looks up at me, the naked lust in his eyes makes my stomach clench hard, and my clit pulses like mad. Axel doesn’t waste any more time. He brings his head in between my legs and starts flicking his tongue hungrily over my clit. The velvety warmth feels amazing, and I groan and open my legs wider, giving him better access.
He lifts one of my legs, hooks it over his shoulder, then does the same with the other one. I lay back in surrender, and his hands run over the sides of my thighs and my hips. He sucks on my clit, gently stretching it until I can’t take it anymore, and I gasp. He releases it and then goes back to licking it. I can feel the pressure building inside me, and I press myself against his face, moving my hips, desperate for release.
Axel moves his tongue through my slit and pushes it inside of me. His fingers replace his tongue on my clit, and he rubs quickly, side to side and then around and around. My orgasm comes over me, the release I need coming fast, flooding out of me. Axel slurps up my juices, licking around my opening, tasting me, claiming me with his mouth.
I close my eyes and moan his name as another rush of pleasure moves through me. I feel my clit pulse, my pussy clench, and my stomach contract all at once as an intense feeling of heat and pleasure spreads through my body.
I am still feeling the after-effects of my orgasm when Axel lowers my legs and pulls his face back from me. He is still kneeling between my legs, and I lift my head to look at him. He looks me in the eye and licks his lips clean, then he wipes his face with his hand and, with his eyes never leaving mine, he slowly sucks his fingers clean.
I moan as desire floods through me.
Axel gets up and gets onto the bed between my legs. I quickly scoot backwards to make space for him. His cock is hard as arock. It looks angry and ready to do damage. He holds it against my opening and thrusts into me in one hard movement. I cry out as his cock fills me, stretching me as I have never been stretched in my whole life. I want to call out to God and send him special thanks for the indescribably delicious sensation. I reach up for him as he begins to thrust, and he lowers his head and starts kissing and sucking at my neck as he moves within me.
We cling to each other, our bodies moving as one. We roll, first he is on top, then I am, then he is again. The whole time, he is pumping into me, his cock rubbing over my G spot, sending shocks of electricity through me, waking up nerve endings I didn’t know I had. When I orgasm again, I am on my back beneath Axel, and I look into his eyes as I climax.
I dig my nails into his shoulders, clinging on as I ride wave after wave of intense pleasure. I say his name over and over again until my throat feels raw. As I clench around him like a vice, it pushes him over the edge too, and he climaxes alongside me, burying his face in my neck as he pulses inside of me.
We cling together a moment longer, and then he slips out of me and rolls off me. He rolls me with him, so we lie on our sides facing each other. Spent and breathing hard, we lie that way, our foreheads pressed together, until finally, I feel like I am myself again, that I can breathe normally once more.
“Holy shit,” I finally say.
“This is going to complicate things,” he mutters, his voice rough but amused despite everything.
He rolls onto his back, lifting his arm so I can lay my head on his shoulder. I laugh softly, resting my hand on his stomach.
“Complicated maybe, but worth it,” I whisper. “Or we could make it simple. What happens in Paris stays in Paris.”
He smiles, a brief, wolfish grin, and presses a soft kiss to my head. “Yes, we can blame the whole thing on Paris. I like that way of thinking.”
“We didn’t use any protection.”
“Don’t think I didn’t notice,” he says softly.
“It might be a way to kill two birds with one stone…”
Axel laughs softly, his breath warm on my face. “That’s true.”
I let out a small laugh, too tired to speak more, and close my eyes. Paris is suddenly more than just a city of lights and art. It’s the place where everything between Axel and I have changed, and neither of us will ever be able to go back to denying this pull between us.
