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"I had some idea, leannan," she chuckled, and held me in her arms.
"They're absolutely stunning, darling," I smiled, and unwrapped the box. Inside were a dozen champagne truffles, the smell decadently delicious.
We jumped on the bed and fed each other one truffle after another and sent a message to Belle, thanking her for her tender thoughtfulness.
"Were your feet really tired or did you know they were arriving?" I asked, chuckling at her subterfuge.
"No, hen," she laughed. "My feet were killing me, but I knew they'd be here early afternoon, so..."
"How are they now?" I smirked, and moved down to the end of the bed. I moved between her legs, which she willingly spread, allowing me to get comfortably settled. I picked up one foot and gently dug my thumbs into her sole.
"Fuck, leannan....that's good," she grinned, and popped another truffle into her mouth.
"How about I give you a good...hard...massage, then we'll head out?" I beamed at my fiancée.
"That...sounds...perfect, darling," she sighed, and relaxed, her arms flopped at her side and her eyes closed. "Kiss them, leannan. Kiss...my...toes," she sighed, dreamily.
I didn't need to be asked twice, as I calmly brought her supple foot to my mouth and blew a warm breath across her painted toes. I gingerly kissed each one, my thumbs pressing into her sole.
"Do you...kiss...have any...kiss...idea...kiss...how much...kiss...I'm...kiss...love you?" I whispered, as my tongue licked each little pinkie and planted the most fragile kiss on each.
I rubbed her foot across my warm cheeks, my lips touching her curved arch, as my free hand stroked her calf and thigh.
"Damn you, hen. You do that so...good," Maisie vacantly sighed, her hands on her slightly heaving breasts, and her excited toes wriggling about.
After twenty glorious minutes, I switched to her neglected foot, lavishing my love on it in the same, absurdly slow manner. My fingers brazenly rose higher up Maisie's taut body, 'til I bent her leg and my fingers slipped under her dress.
"Don't ever stop that...leannan. God. Your fucking hands are so...mmmmm. Yeah...that's the word. Mmmmm," she whimpered.
She wiggled her toes on my face, pinching my cheeks and nose, as her hands caressed her full breasts. I gently laid her leg down on the mattress, and my hands rose up her legs, massaging her stretched muscles. With every tender swipe, my hands moved higher, 'til I was under her dress, my fingers creeping along that beautiful crease at her upper thighs. I brushed them across her panties, slowly drawing an imaginary circle around her covered vulva. I smiled to myself, as I felt Maisie gently lift her hips, her eyes still firmly shut.
I leaned my body between her open legs and pushed her dress up, Maisie grasping the material and helping me with my smooth motion. A low moan of pleasure oozed from my mouth, as I felt my own panties wetten. I leaned onto her covered pussy and smelled my fiancée. I tenderly kissed her panties, her hands now on my head. I breathed in her musky, scented womanhood, as my nose ran through her slightly prominent cleft.
"That's....yeah, Chloe. That's just...ohhhhh...fuck, dar—" she groaned, as the tip of my nose nudged her still-hidden clitty.
I kissed and licked her now-moistened panties, my fingers playing with the edges of her flimsy underwear. They were loose enough, so I grasped the leg opening and pulled it over, her moist, damp pussy bare to me.
"Yesssss, darling. Just...just lick me, swee—" she growled, pulling my head tight against her anxious cunt.
I lapped her rapidly oozing creaminess, sucking her lips, my desires growing with every seductive lash of my tongue. I moaned into her quim, her scent arousing me so much, I thought I could cum without touching myself. Maisie twisted my hair in her tight hands, keeping me firmly on her pussy, as her hips gently fucked my tongue.
She spread her legs even more, as she ground her cunt on my face, her labia riding my eager mouth. My face was drenched with her pungent secretions, as her breathing laboured.
"That's...ohhhhh...fuck, Chloe...just...ohhhhh...fuck...baby-girl...that's...just...there....there, dar—" and she continued to abuse my mouth.
My now-hardened tongue slipped into her crevice, sucking her juices, as she pulled my hair harder. My lips found her agitated clit and I sucked. I dug my nails into her thighs, and she came, gushing her dewy, familiar sap over me. I slobbered and swallowed, licked and lashed her, 'til she somewhat released her grip on my hair. I felt like the proverbial kitten, lapping up her treacly honey, as my flaying slowed.
I laid gentle kisses around her vulva and lifted my coated face, smiling and so bloody proud of myself. Maisie was still heaving and sighing, her hands now tenderly in my hair. I crawled up her glistening body and carefully kissed each wobbling breast, and lay my head on her chest.
"Better, darling?" I whispered, facetiously.
"Mmmmm, hen. So much so, sweetie," she giggled, and laid her hand on my back.
I leaned up, my coated lips touching hers, and I slipped my tongue between her open lips.
"I...I love licking you, Maisie. You cannot even imagine how much," I breathed deeply.
"I...I have a fairly good idea, leannan," she giggled, as she relaxed into the afterglow of her orgasm.
Maisie delved back into our box of decadent goodies and held a truffle up.
"Open, sweetie," and pushed the bulb into my waiting mouth.
"Mmmmm," I moaned. "These are absolutely gorgeous, aren't they?" I sniggered.
"Belle does spoil us, hmm? Don't take this the wrong way, hen, but I'm glad it's just us here, hmm? After all, we're forever, right and Belle's only here 'til something serious comes along for her. I don't mean that spitefully or anything, I'm just being realistic," Maisie sighed.
And as much as I hated those words, I knew it was true. The only constant in my life, well, except for my family, was this glowing woman next to me.
Gradually, we calmed down and readied ourselves for another night out. We had a quick, but tender, shower, and spruced ourselves up.
I still couldn't take my eyes off my ring.
"Baby-girl? Would you, uhm, wear this tonight?" she smiled beatifically, holding my bum plug in her hand.
"If I must!" I theatrically tutted, and grasped the silicone toy from her hand and facetiously stomped into the bathroom. I could hear Maisie chuckle behind my back, as I closed the door.
I looked at myself in the mirror and smiled. What am I like, I thought. Well, for one, a subby, acquiescing fiancée!
I lubed my erotic toy up and slowly shifted it inside me. Fuck Now that feels good, I mumbled to my face in the mirror. I tried not to blush, as I walked back to the room, but my Maisie just smiled and smirked.
"Be nice," I urged her.
"Hmmm. I think it's you who needs to be nice, hen," she chuckled.
As always, or, as usual, we chose each other's clothes. I loved dressing for Maisie, as much as she did for me.
Maisie pulled out my panties first, but neglected to lay out my matching bralette. Hmmm, I thought, smiling. I watched as she flicked through my blouses and held out my loose, cream silk number, which she adored. She smiled and laid it on the bed. Now, trousers or a skirt? I knew exactly which she would choose. After all, she still had those scummy endorphins swirling through her brain. Yep, she took my short-ish plaid skirt off the hanger and gingerly placed it atop my blouse. I wasn't at all surprised when she re-opened my drawer and came out with the above-the-knee socks she had just bought for me. I could only smirk.
"What?" she chuckled, as if butter wouldn't melt in her delicious mouth.
I took my time choosing her outfit, finally deciding on her wonderfully cut, pale-yellow, deep-V'd soft blouse, and her light-tan skirt, not quite as short as mine, but just as loose. My eyes caught her light-beige hold-up stockings and a thick black belt.
"What?" I smirked, when her eyebrows raised.
Whereas I could get away with my trainers, Maisie, for fashion's sake, donned a pair of low-heeled pumps. She helped me with my light black jacket and she slung her grey one over her shoulder and we headed out.
The streets were busy with the throngs out, enjoying the fading sun and still-warm air. We decided to head over to the Ile de la Cité to have a look at the refurbishment on Notre Dame. It broke my parents' hearts when the fire started, destroying so many memories of theirs. Although closed, we walked hand in hand to Sainte Chapelle, promising I would show her the stained glass before we left on Sunday.
We came across a charming (aren't they all?) little restaurant, and amid the candlelit table, we indulged in a wonderful confit of duck with copious amounts of red wine. We held hands, as lovers are wanting to do, and outrageously flirted and unabashedly kissed.
"To my beautiful fiancée," Maisie whispered, and we touched glasses.
Maisie leaned back, her features highlighted by the flickering light and ran her stockinged foot up and between my legs. Thank goodness for long tablecloths, hmm? I shimmied down and grasped her foot, pressing it onto my ever-wet gusset.
"I want to fuck your toes, chérie. Would you let me, huh?" I quietly teased, moving her shrouded pinkies over my panties.
Suddenly, I felt my butt tingle, the tiny pulses waking yet another desire. Maisie smiled cheekily as I gasped, hoping no one was looking. She scrunched her toes up in my panties and pushed.
"Right here, hen? Hmm? Shall I...fuck you right here...baby-girl?" she taunted, and dialled the remote up another notch.
"Fuck, Maisie," I grumbled. "How about if I pull my panties aside, hmm? Will you...fuck me then?" I teased right back.
She gathered a spoonful of crème brûlée and teasingly held it inches from my mouth.
"Maybe I'll just cover your little...pussy with this and...eat you, aye?" she whispered, her breath shifting the dim light to and fro, 'til she greedily licked the dessert off the proffered spoon.
I could feel my hips surreptitiously wiggle about, searching for that elusive contact, as Maisie kept this incessant pressure on my vagine.
God knows I tried to pull my too-tight panties aside, but, without being seen, I just couldn't. I could feel myself creaming my knickers, my eyes fixed on Maisie's.
"I...I want to see your bra. Show me, darling," I murmured.
Maisie pushed her toes onto my wet panties and played with the edges of her blouse, the deep-V already showing off her ample cleavage.
"What? These?" she teased, her shadowy bra illuminated in the romantic candlelight. "What do you really want, hen, hmm? Do you want to rub your face over my soft...bra?" she sultrily hissed.
Fuck me. God, how did I ever end up with this woman?
I slightly sat up, and grasped the edges of the table, my hands hanging on. Maisie's persistent and welcoming toes kept pushing and fidgeting around. I could smell myself, but ignored the raw sex coming from our table.
I was so close, so close to spilling my juices in my delicate panties.
"Show...show me...darling," I murmured, uncontrollably.
Maisie looked around and pulled her blouse open, her full, firm breasts encased in the most elegant, thin bra and I orgasmed. Our eyes were locked, as my vagine gushed, Maisie pressing harder on my oozing slit.
"Do it, Chloe," she urged. "Cum on my...toes," my breath, too loud and strong, as I shifted and grumbled.
"Fuck...fuck....fuck," I almost silently whined, my hands reddened by my firm grip on the table. I was waiting for the waiter to come over and escort us from his establishment, banned for life and probably driven out of Paris for my lewd display.
Oh well, I thought. In for a penny, in...and I continued to shimmy and empty my pussy, Maisie's wide-mouthed gasps spurring me on.
She, too soon, pulled her foot from my sodden panties and grabbed her drink. I could just hear her faint giggles, her eyes on mine, as she tipped her head back and drained her glass.
"You look so fucking beautiful, leannan," she murmured, and grasped my hand, as I continued to gasp for air.
"God, Maisie. That was unexp—" I chuckled.
"You really are a baby-girl, aren't you, hen? So? A bit more dessert?" she laughed.
I tried to compose myself whilst looking around to see if I had embarrassed us, but I thought we got away with it. We finished the crème brûlée and called for the bill, telling the waiter how much we enjoyed the meal.
"Et nous avons apprécié votre compagnie. Tous les deux," he smiled, knowingly. (And we've enjoyed your company. Both of you.)
And I blushed.
Still unsteadily, we walked from the delightful bistro and ended up near the Square du Vert-Galant, a small park at the tip of the island. The views, especially at this time of night were spectacular. We easily found a bench and sat there, my head on Maisie's shoulder, her arm tightly around me.
My life felt perfect.
We FaceTimed Belle and caught up with her day. She couldn't talk long, as Jonathon had made a surprise visit home. We all chuckled, 'til Belle told us to behave. Hmmm. That wasn't going to happen! We did the same with my parents, their faces all smiles and well aware there would be nuptials at some time in the future. We told them the story of our evening when we both proposed. They weren't surprised and were ecstatic for us.
We headed back to the hotel, Maisie kindly keeping my butt plug on low. Devilishly, she refused to turn it off.
Walking through a near-deserted park, I pushed her against a plane tree and wrapped her head in my arms, kissing and licking her lips. In the half-moonlight, I opened her loose blouse, her gauzy bra perfectly in view now.
I leaned over and rubbed my cheeks across her bountiful mounds, my tongue licking the soft material and her hand on my head holding me against her bosom.
"That's what you needed, hmm, leannan?" she sighed, and rubbed my face around her chest.
"I...I always need this, Mais," and pulled a wispy cup down, her nipple popping out. The cool, night air made her little nib harden, as I slowly engulfed her, my tongue licking and sucking on her now-erect nib.
She pulled my head away and looked at me, her lips attacking mine. My hand slipped under the silky blouse, cupping and fondling her.
"Fuck my tits, Maisie. Would you...please?" I urgently asked. "Cum on me, darling. God...I need you, baby," I moaned, and suckled her again.
"Ohhhhh, fuc—Chloe. God, yesssss...I'll....mmmmm—fuck you....ohhhhh—jeez, bab—" she moaned into the night air.
I moved to fall to my knees and go down on her right then and there, but she held me up, chuckling that perhaps we should head back to our room. Humph! She used to be fun!
We began to rush back, our feet pattering on the sidewalk, 'til we slowed our pace and relaxed into a nice, romantic rhythm. We clasped our hands together, stopping every so often, and one of us embraced the other, our slow, deliberate kisses keeping us both simmering with desire.
The closer we came to the hotel, the more Maisie tortured me by turning up my trembling plug. She was such a fucking tease!
We hurried through the ornate, revolving door, wishing the receptionist a cheery, 'Bonne nuit,' and almost raced to the lift. Before Maisie could grab me, I seized her and pushed her against the wall...just as the doors closed. One hand was in her long, red hair, the other slivered in her cleavage and I fondled her dimly lit breast.
I could feel her trying to laugh, but she gave in and readily embraced me. We tangled with each other, 'til the doors slid open with an electronic hum.
I took her hand and pulled her to our room, sliding the card into the slot and pushing her through the door, letting it slam shut. The lustful temperature rose, as we grappled with each other, unbuttoning buttons, unzipping zips and tugging our skirts off.
"Fuck my tits, Maisie," I pleaded. "Show me how much you love them," I rasped, my body singing with desire.
She grabbed me by my hair and pulled my lips to hers, as her fingers carnally ripped my open blouse off. I kicked my skirt away and stood before her in my soiled panties, Maisie glaring seductively at me. She pushed me against the closed bathroom door and cupped my small mounds, as I shook her blouse from her shoulders. I watched her skirt fly by me, as she fondled and tweaked my hard nipples, her eyes devouring me. She pushed me back and unclasped her bra, letting it fall. I went to pull her panties down, but she shoved my hands away.
"Bed! Now!" she growled, and slid her panties off her hips and to the floor.
I lay on the bed, bare except for my over-the-knee socks and a delirious smile. I played with my breasts, teasing Maisie as much as myself. She took those three deliberate steps towards me, naked except for her stockings. She smirked at me, as she pulled the plug remote from her skirt pocket, and turned it up.
"Ohhhh....fuck!" I moaned, as Maisie smirked at me.
She clambered up on the large bed and moved between my open legs.
"Do it, Mais," I longingly sighed. "Just...do it."
Her fingers spread my labia lips, running them through my squelching mess.
"Someone's excited, hmm?" she teased, as her fingertips prodded my unhidden clitty.
"Please, Maisie. Just...just fuck me, darling," I pleaded.
"In time, baby-girl. In time," she murmured, her fingers circling my vulva and my scent rising.
I felt a subtle, firm touch on my clit, which took my breath away. Again, she flicked her thumb and index finger against my nervous clit. And again, her face solemn and staring at me. And again, the surprising jolts were both excruciatingly beautiful, as they were parched.
"God...Maisie. That's...ohhhhh fuck, dar—" I moaned, my hands grasping the sheets, as my hips involuntarily rose with every tormenting touch.
"Ohh, my Chloe, you look so...incredibly...beautiful," she sighed, her fingernail dully thrumming on my clit, my wetness seeping along my bum crevice, as her other hand caressed my thigh.
"Don't...don't ever...stop," I huffed and wheezed, her persistent rhythm carrying me.
"Cum for me, leannan. Please, baby...then I'll fuck your...tits," she teased, and I orgasmed, my juices ejaculating from deep within my womanhood, and spurting over her hand.
"Aaaaaah—my—fuc—oooooo—gaaaaawd—harder dar—uuuuuh—that's—please," I whined, but was unsure if I was imploring her to continue or to stop.
Her now-slushy fingers swept through my viscous juices, as she tenderly petted my throbbing vagine.
"That's my girl," she whispered. "Yes, just like that, hen. Mmmmmm, God, darling. I...I love your smell," she groaned.
Reluctantly, I pushed her hand away from my spasming pussy, giggling and choking for air. She leaned over, rubbed her nose through my sodden labia and gingerly kissed my reddened lips.
Maisie crawled up my body, straddling me and wiping her newly expended sap on my tummy. Tenderly, she caressed my petite mounds, as I opened my bleary eyes and looked at her.
"Yes," is all I could whisper, as she shifted over my breast and wiped her pussy on my nipple.
"Is this what you want me to do? Hmm?" she asked, my bum plug still humming away. "I'm going to...cum on you."
And, so slowly, she ground her pussy over me, her gentle, but assured, swaying coating my mound. I grasped my breast and squeezed, my now-plump nipple extended and ready to be fucked.
