I squeezed her hip, pulling her as close to me as I could, kissing her hard, making sure she felt me. I wanted her to know how attracted I was to her, and I ground against her again. Our lips parted, and I lay back down, breathless, as my mind spun. I closed my eyes and that was when I felt her hand run over the front of my boxers. I went to take her hand when she surprised me by straddling my waist and raising her body on top of mine. I could feel the heat from between her legs and could only imagine how wet she must have been.
I wrapped my arms around her body as she kissed me with as much passion as I had kissed her, only this time I felt her hips rotate as she ground down onto me. I gripped her hips with my hands, praying that she would stop. It had been so long since I had been with a woman, and knew I wouldn't be able to take much without embarrassing myself, but it didn't stop her.
I watched in the shadows of the darkness as she sat up and pulled her shirt off over her head, her hardened nipples calling to me. "Touch me, Maddox. Please," she murmured, bringing her lips to mine.
I swallowed hard as I allowed my hands to travel up to her full breasts. Cupping them in my hands, I ran my thumbs over her already hardened nipples. I sat up and took one into my mouth as I pulled the covers up around her to keep her warm. The instant I had sucked her into my mouth, she dropped her head back and let out this deep moan that went straight to my cock. I then took the other into my mouth, repeating exactly what I had done. She rocked her hips against me as I pulled her into my arms.
"God you're beautiful," I whispered as I brushed a strand of hair out of her eyes. I could tell even in the darkness that her eyes were full of want and need. I pulled her down on top of me, rolled her over, and took her mouth with mine.
I didn't want to admit it to myself, but over the past few days, I had begun to feel for this woman who lay in my arms. I hadn't wanted to admit it to myself that there was something between us, but through each small touch and each slight gesture, the fog had finally cleared.
Now, as I held her, almost naked beneath me, my hands gripping her waist as I kissed her, I knew deep in my soul that I was in trouble. I just prayed that we took our time and that we didn't rush things. I didn't want to scare her away from me.
Tess
When I woke the next morning, the power had been restored, and the room was back to its normal temperature. I’d slipped out of bed and into the shower. I stood underneath the warm spray and closed my eyes. The memories of last night flashing before my eyes. I could feel his urgent kiss, his hands as they roamed parts of my body, the way his mouth felt as he sucked my hardened nipples into his mouth. I could hear his ragged breathing as I ground myself down onto him, his soft moans as I repeated those moves over and over, until he finally flipped me over onto my back. As I stood there, I could feel my centre begin to throb as those memories ran through my mind, and I leaned up against the wall and placed my fingers between my legs.
I had dressed and had just hung up the phone from ordering breakfast when Maddox woke. I could feel the tension rising in the room and I swallowed hard as he climbed out of bed. I watched as he stretched, I had no idea how to react to what had happened between us. I didn’t know how he was going to react to what had happened. I dug deep trying to find the words I wanted to say as he walked over to me. He placed his hand on my shoulder, bent down and placed a single kiss on my lips.
"Morning." His eyes met mine, and then he met my lips one more time, pulling me against him, before he made his way into the bathroom.
There was nothing else said about what had happened the night before between us, and if it hadn't been for that morning kiss, I would have thought he hadn’t remembered what had happened.
We spent our last day in Paris touring some museums. We walked together, sharing small, intimate glances as we held hands. We focused our attention on one another, instead of on the artifacts of each museum. We talked silently through touches and glances, looking into one another's eyes, saying more to one another than could have been possible with words.
It was still hard for me to believe what had happened between us in the early-morning hours, my mind constantly going back to that first deep kiss. His kiss was like no other I had experienced before, and if I were being open and honest with myself, I couldn't wait for the next one.
It was a new feeling for me to be so perfectly in sync with someone that I almost didn't know how to handle it. I'd never been like this with Derrick or any of the other guys I'd been with. But I needed to stop myself because Maddox and I weren't together. Then a question popped into my head: what were we to one another? Instead of allowing my thoughts to overtake, I cleared my mind, slipped my hand into his, and tried not to overthink things.
When we returned from the museum, we took our time packing our things, preparing for the move to Le Mont-Dore in the morning. It was a full day of travel, and even though I knew Maddox was looking forward to spending some time on the slopes, neither of us were really looking forward to losing an entire day travelling.
"What do you say we order in some room service? Perhaps, add in a bottle of that wine we both love?" he asked while picking up his bag and placing it by the door. I stood at the edge of the bed, struggling with the lock on my bag as he waited for my response. "Here, let me," he said, coming over, wrapping his arms around me from behind. My entire body was on fire as I felt the heat from his body and his scent surround me. His hands covered mine as he slipped the lock from my fingers and fiddled with it.
When the lock finally clicked shut, I looked up at him. “Thank you,” I whispered as our eyes locked, and we stood there for a moment, until he finally brought his lips to mine for a quick kiss, which turned deeper. I closed my eyes as his lips danced over mine and felt a large void when he pulled away.
"That sounds...fantastic," I said, looking up at him.
"It does sound fantastic," he said breathlessly as he bent his head and brought his lips to mine once again, his hand resting on my lower abdomen, pulling me back against him as he kissed me deeper this time.
I could already feel his arousal through his jeans and wanted more, but he pulled away. My body screamed. I didn't want him to stop, yet I was afraid to do anything that would bring him back.
He picked up my bag and placed it down beside his. "All right then, let's take a peek at the menu and decide what we want," he said, throwing the room service menu down on the edge of the bed, moving to lean against the desk.
I could feel him watch me as I read over the menu. I'd finally made a choice, and while he called for the food, I checked to make sure I had our tickets ready for the train tomorrow.
We shared food, some wine, and watched a movie, and then, as if it were a normal occurrence between us, we fell into bed together for the first time without reason. Only tonight, there was no kissing nor messing around. He simply pulled me into his arms and held me until the warmth of his body enveloped me and we fell asleep.
I woke in the middle of the night, panic filling me. I sat up and looked around the room and then to Maddox, who slept soundly beside me, trying to catch my breath.
I slipped from the bed, getting up to grab a drink of water. I filled the glass and stood in the bathroom drinking down the cool liquid, looking at my reflection in the mirror. My mind was running over all that had happened over the past few weeks.