The penthouse overlooks Paris at midnight. Floor-to-ceiling glass walls frame the Eiffel Tower’s glow. Soft light spills from crystal chandeliers. Suede sofas cradle my body. A flute of chilled Dom Pérignon fizzes on my lips, crisp and golden. The air hums with oud and flute, magnetic, insistent. Malika enters. Brunette curls frame almond eyes, fine features. Her body weaves into the melody. Hips tremble, waist twists, shoulders slice air. Hands trace hypnotic swirls. No one else. Just her. And me, Nicolas, eyes locked on her light curves.
Veiled face hides a faint smile. Paillettes glitter on sweat-slick breasts. Belly rolls like a serpent’s eye. Hips rise, fall, spin. Round, taut ass veiled by shimmering skirt. Thighs whip colorful threads. Bare feet, painted, pulse to the rhythm. Gazes clash. Hers pierce. Mine drop to her body, embarrassed desire. Champagne lingers on my tongue as heat builds.
The Privilege
Music obsesses. I rise, join her cascade. Arms high, we dance face-to-face. She slips from my near-grasps. Heat smothers. I smile, close in. Bodies brush, touch. Breaths mingle. Hands stroke. I spin her by the hand. Skirt flares, revealing brown thighs. Kiss her hand, elbow, soft arm to shoulder. She trembles, sways.
Intense kiss on bare shoulder. Hips snap. Eyes fuse in thirst. Basin grinds hers. Neck kisses make her quiver. Tongue teases matte skin. She leans head to mine. I suck earlobe, behind it, hairline. Hands roam belly, lower back. She yields to music, lips. Behind her, hair cascades. Neck kiss unleashes intoxicating scent. Hands on trembling belly.
“Sorceress, I want you,” I whisper.
“I’m yours,” eyes half-closed.
Slowly unhook her bra. She flings it off majestically. Fine breasts sparkle with multicolored flecks. Nipples hard, dark. Hands cup them. Sighs deepen. My crotch grinds her plump ass. Hard cock strains pants, rubs her wriggling cheeks. Hands squeeze breasts. She pants faster. Waist grip leads her to leather sofa. Heads turn, mouths crash.
She breaks, kneels on sofa. Ass lifts. Elbows on backrest, eyes lock mine. Arches, knees part, skirt rises. Her secrets: dark curl above smooth slit, brown lips parted over pink bud, tight ring pulsing between firm cheeks. Music throbs. Skirt drops. Naked.
Kneeling, I caress thighs, ass, back. Sculptural, oriental waves. Lips kiss cheeks. Tongue laps softly. Slips between. She arches deeper. Tongue darts into lips. Muffled moans.
Raise her standing on sofa, back to wall. I sit between feet. Toison dances before face. Hips sway. Hands climb thighs to firm ass. Lips on bush. She advances. Tongue flicks curls. Deeper, over face. Tongue probes slit, parts lips, teases clit.
She spins, back to me, bends. Hands on ankles. Ass offered. Tongue invades. Licks lips, re-enters. Holds cheeks, explores. She grinds pussy on mouth. Tongue high-low, clit to perineum, rims pulsing anus. Penetrates both.
Frees my cock. Hand strokes slow, lingers on head. Tongue deep in her, I lick fiercer. She shakes ass. Align: I lie back, mouth glued. She atop, stroking rigid shaft. Tongue dives dripping pussy. Finger rims vagina, laps swelling clit. Fingers tight ring.
She sucks: kisses, licks shaft, engulfs head, bobs slow. Deep sucks. I probe deeper.
Can’t wait. Faces me, sinks on cock. Burns deep. Dual groans. Ass gripped, she rocks, deep thrusts. Hands on chest, eyes shut. I kiss pert breasts.
Hips dance: forward-back, plunge hard. Moans rise.
The Excess
“I’m cumming,” hoarse.
Grip reins. She arcs, screams, quakes, collapses.
“Cum too, make me again.”
Flip: her back, thighs wide. Pound deep. Lips suck cock. Juices flow.
Second orgasm rips her.
Mouths fuse. Pace quickens.
“Harder.”
Ass up, knees to breasts. Cock rubs slit, cheeks, ring. Presses in. She moans, yields. Slow anal thrust. Fingers clit.
Faster. “Flood my ass.”
I erupt deep. She milks.
Withdraw, gasp. “I love you.”
“Love you fierce.”
Silence. Music softens. The Discretion: Wrapped in cashmere throws, city lights blur beyond glass walls. Champagne refills. Secrets sealed in opulence. Night deepens. Desire sated. For now.
