My Sexy Awakening

Ready for you

Because we would take a few days off work, Paul and I worked harder than usual this week, so we barely saw each other. The fact that Paul was out of town most of this week did not help either. Regardless, we chatted every day and face-timed every night until we fell to sleep. On Wednesday, he said I should be ready to leave the following evening. I asked him repeatedly where we were going, but he refused to give me an answer.

Paul told me to pack for four days and gave me specific instructions of what to pack, which made me think he probably talked with Lucy about it. A limo picked me up on Thursday at 5:30 pm and took me to the airport. I couldn’t believe he was taking me out of town. The driver escorted me to a meeting room within the airport, where Paul was waiting for me. He looked just breathtaking. As soon as he saw me, his face lit up, and he showed me the most beautiful smile. He held me tight, kissed my forehead, and said:

-I missed you so much it hurt.

-I missed you too, Paul. A lot. A lot lot lot. 

-Come on, Andrea, it is getting late. We need to move.

-Where are we going?

-What is your dream destination, darling?  

- Paris. 

-So Paris it is.

-What? Oh my God, Paul. I have always wanted to visit Paris!! Wait ... I didn’t bring my passport.

He grinned, put a hand in his pocket, and then handed me my passport. 

-How come you have my passport? How did you know I wanted to go to Paris?

-I had some help from Amanda and Mariana, I must confess… They told me that Paris was top on your bucket list. I wanted it to be a surprise, so Mariana offered to retrieve your passport. She said she has a key to your place and knew where to find it.

I was beyond excited. Paul took the time to find out my dream destination, and the gesture touched my heart. He led me to his private jet. After taking off, Paul explained what he had planned for us to make sure he considered all of my favorite attractions. We only had four days, so he wanted me to make the best out of them. Again, he took the time to find out where I wanted to go. 

Mariana knew very well that I always wanted to visit the Tour Eiffel, the Louvre, Notre Dame, Champs Elysée, the Seine River, the Latin Quarter, and Versailles. When I was a teenager, I had a scrapbook where I collected information about all the places I wanted to visit when I was an adult. When Mariana found a picture or drawing of one of these places, she saved it to add to my collection. That’s why she was perfectly aware of my obsession with Parisian attractions.  

We arrived in Paris around noon, and we headed straight to the hotel. I was in awe when I realized that we were going to stay at Hotel Shangri-La, one of the most beautiful buildings in Paris. When we got to the concierge, a very handsome man with a thick French accent greeted us. “Good afternoon, Ms. And Mr. MacMillian. Welcome to the Shangri-La.” I almost corrected him, but Paul took the lead. “Thank you, my wife and I are thrilled to be here,” he said, making my heart beat a bit faster. Paul booked us a spectacular duplex suite, which had a fantastic view of the Eiffel Tower. I couldn’t stop smiling. 

We had a quick lunch in a cute coffee shop around the corner and headed to the Seine River, where we took a private boat tour with an excellent guide who told us everything about the city, the buildings, and the bridges we saw along the way. After we finished the tour, we walked around the Latin Quarter and dinned at a bistro, where we had the best boeuf bourguignon and chocolate profiteroles ever. 

When we got to the hotel, it was already dark. We got into the suit, and I headed straight to the window, where I could admire the incredible sight of the Tour Eiffel. Paul stood behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist; he kissed my neck tenderly and whispered to my ear, “I can’t remember that last time I felt so complete and happy. You have no idea how good you make me feel. Are you tired? Should I prepare a bath?” I nodded, and Paul asked me to wait for him for a while. Soon after, I heard him call, “mademoiselle, your bath is ready.” 

He approached me wearing a white cotton robe and handed me another. He helped me undress, looking at my body as if it were a piece of fine art, and helped me put the robe on. I couldn’t believe my eyes when I saw the bathroom. The place was full of candles of different colors and sizes. The bathtub was covered in red petals and the voice of Carla Bruni singing “Quelqu’um m’a dit” added to the already perfect romantic vibe Paul created. He took his time washing my body, reminding me how precious I was and how I should be cherished and worshiped. After he gently dried my skin, we headed to the bedroom. Paul looked at me intently, took my hands in his, and asked me:

-Are you sure you are ready, Andrea?

-I am more than ready. Frankly, I am starting to feel a bit desperate. You had me hot and bothered since last weekend…

Paul chuckled. I was surprised about how blunt and sincere my answer was. I am usually shy when it comes to expressing my feelings and needs, but it was as if there was nothing I could not share with Paul. He caressed my face, kissed me softly on the lips, and then moved to my neck and collar bone. He removed our robes, so we were completely naked in front of each other. He started to kiss and suck my n*****s, and at the same time, he pressed firmly on my c**t, making me embarrassingly wet. 

-You are so ready for me, darling. 

He was right; I truly was. My hands touched his chest first, and then his arms and abs. Slowly I started to stroke his c**k, while he kept touring my eager body. He introduced one finger in my drenched p***y, making us both moan.

-So responsive, so wet. Let’s get to bed, Andrea. 

I laid on my back, with Paul by my side. He looked at me up and down, again and again, and resumed his sweet torture, making me needy until I felt I could not take it anymore. 

-I want you inside me now, Paul. Please.

-Not yet, darling, let me make you come all over my hand first.

A minute later, I was screaming his name. He waited for me to descend from my climax, removed his fingers, and looked straight into my eyes. 

-Are you sure you want me? 

I could not believe myself when I nearly cried:

-Paul, for the love of God, f**k me already. 

-How can I deny such a persuasive request? Let me grab a condom.

-I am clean and on the pill. We can use a condom if you prefer, but we don’t need to.

-I am also clean, Andrea, and I’d love to feel you bare. 

He positioned himself on top of me, teasing my entrance with his rigid c**k. He started to enter me slowly, giving me the time to accommodate his size. 

-You are so tight, darling, and I want you so so much that I am not sure how long I am going to last. This will be fast, but I promise to last longer as soon as I get some time to recover. 

He f****d me relentlessly. He put his thumb on my c**t and started to move it fast while he sucked my n*****s desperately and kept pounding. The stimulation was too much. 

-Paul I’m gonna… Oh God … Paul.

We both came at the same time, screaming each other’s names. 

-Jesus Andrea, that was amazing.

I couldn’t talk. I just felt a life-changing orgasm. I was too agitated to express myself with words. Tears started coming from my eyes. 

-Darling, are you ok? Did I hurt you, Andrea? Please say something; you are starting to worry me. 

-Paul, this was the best day of my life. But this, what we just shared, the way you made me feel, it’s just overwhelming. When we started the “self-discovery journey,” I was eager to try, but I just wanted to be able to experiment, to see if I was ever going to be able to know what s****l satisfaction was. But I never expected what I just experienced to be in the cards. I didn’t even know such pleasure was even possible. The orgasm you just gave me was magical, and it was a sort of sensory explosion. And I never felt this way for any man before. I am falling so hard for you, Paul, that it scares me. Please don’t break my heart. 

-Oh, sweetheart. I know what you mean; I feel the same. You know I had my fair share of women; I am hardly inexperienced. But believe me when I say that never in my life, not even a single time, I felt this way. This is perfect. You are perfect. I have no words. You are amazing, and I am head over heels for you. I hope you feel the same way because I won’t be able to let you go. Ever.    

We slept all night long, embracing each other, making sweet love, not wanting to let go. At last, I felt the journey was not the end but the beginning of a perfect, wonderful experience.