Scarlett
Travis lifted me again, his strength never ceasing to amaze me. I caressed his chiseled chest, my fingers tracing the route of a faded scar that ran from his collar bone to his abs.
He placed me back on the desk, and I felt one of his large hands at my thigh while the other grabbed my breast.
I moaned as he pushed two fingers into me. Strong waves of pleasure flowed through my core as he increased his rhythmic pushing.
He stood in front of me, completely naked and he looking better than I’d imagined in my fantasies. I longed for him to take me and finally, he obliged.
His hands went to either of my legs as he pushed them apart and I felt myself open to him.
He stepped forward, slowly pushing into me. I felt myself stretch, struggling to accommodate him. There a slight twinge of pain, mixed with the pleasure of a week-long fantasy come to life. He pushed himself into me deeply, grunting with animalistic pleasure and then leaning over to gently bite my neck.
I’d never felt anything like this before. As I felt him filling me, my knees shuddered. Without breaking stride, he kissed my neck and kept his hips pressed into mine.
I grabbed his shoulders. “Travis,” I moaned.
He groaned in response.
“Fuck me, Travis. Hard,” I said, my voice a strained whisper.
He leaned in to kiss me deeply as he slid back, almost exiting me. Then all of a sudden, he deeply pushed himself back in. Intense waves of pleasure built inside of me as his pace slowly increased.
The ecstasy in my belly increased as he went harder and faster, his hips slapping against my skin. I scratched his back with my fingernails, and my breasts pushed against his chest, erect nipples pressing against his muscled frame.
It was almost too good. The pleasure was unbearable. Tension built within me, rising into my core in an unstoppable wave.
My face contorted as I leaned into Travis, pushing him deeper into me. His moans were loud in my ear. I convulsed with pleasure, the waves of sensation radiating from him becoming almost painful in their intensity. I screamed as I orgasmed, quivering and clenching with each wave of tension.
“Oh fuck!” I screamed as the orgasm built to a crescendo. I’d never cum like this before.
Travis slowed as my orgasm faded. He looked down at me, his blue eyes wide with pleasure and his jaw clenched.
“Your turn,” I said. I wanted to see him orgasm now.
He was still inside of me, though he’d slowed down to a steady push. “I’m gonna fuck you real hard now, Scarlett,” he said, almost like a warning.
My whole body tingled in response.
He turned into an animal in an instant, fucking me harder and faster, concentrating solely on his intense need.
I locked eyes with him as he continued increasing the pace, his strong hands grabbing my breasts. If it wasn’t so good, it would have been painful. Another wave of pleasure and tension built as he reached his climax and slowed his pace. I felt him bunch and twitch inside me as he came.
“Oh, fuck… Scarlett…” he moaned, his voice deep.
I leaned forward as his orgasm passed, grabbing his arms.
He slowed to a stop and I felt his knees weaken. He shuddered and gave a low moan. “That…That was amazing,” he gasped. “You’re amazing.”
The mystery man was finally showing some emotions. And I wouldn’t let him go that easy.
“Let’s get cleaned up. I happen to know there’s a shower close by.”
After showering, we went out to the balcony. Travis poured me some champagne and himself some whiskey.
He was a different man. I barely recognized him with his ice-cold façade lifted. I understood then that his hard-man demeanor had been for protection. A way of pushing people away for fear of being hurt, misunderstood, and unaccepted. He had been deeply troubled in the past. But now, his mask had finally lifted.
I still sighed with pleasure from time-to-time as we cuddled. Talking, laughing, and joking, we watched the sun set over the cityscape around us. Comfortable silences stretched between our small talk.
I felt a warmth in my chest, a deep and complex feeling. I knew right then that I was falling for Travis.
Or I had possibly fallen for him already…
Rather than feeling scared, however, I felt the safest I’d ever been in my whole life. Nothing could touch me now.
I squeezed Travis’s thigh through his bathrobe, which was comically too small for him. I heard a rip as he lifted his whiskey glass to his mouth, and we both burst out laughing.
“So,” I said after another long silence, “I’m bored of Paris, I think.”
The sun was almost out of sight, fast fading behind the skyline.
Travis looked down at me. “Flights to Prague are tomorrow. Or you want to go someplace else?”
“Prague will be nice.” I poked him in the rib, which hurt my finger more than it hurt him, I suspected. “It’s supposed to be very romantic.”
Travis almost choked on his whiskey. “Right. I’ve heard enough out of you now. Time to shut you up again for a while.”
He led me back to the bedroom by the hand, pushing me to sit on the bed in front of him. “Take your robe off,” he commanded.
I complied, slowly untying the bathrobe and letting it fall down my naked body.
He got down onto his knees, looking at me as he started kissing my inner thigh, the pleasure of his tongue and lips mixed with the sharpness of his stubble.
“If you want me to be quiet,” I said, voice quivering, “you’re going the wrong way about it.”
I gasped as his tongue entered me.