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Their excitement crackled in the air between them like static electricity, from the cab to the airport, in the plane from the City of Glass to the City of Love, and in the cab to the hotel.
Paris at last, and they held hands or made out during each leg of the trip from Vancouver. But they weren’t teenagers high on new love, uni students drunk on wanderlust, or even newlyweds woozy with the thought of a euphoric life together. No, Michael and Sofia were those most pitiable of people—they were parents of pre-teens.
They had been looking forward to this trip for months, saving every penny they could for two years. Many evenings were spent cuddled in bed, the west coast rain pounding the windows outside, holding the iPad between them as they browsed—museums, art galleries, and of course, the Eiffel Tower. Naturally, they would visit those places, and the patisseries and cafes too, but it was the hotel that grabbed their attention, the hotel they talked excitedly about, long after they had made their reservation.
Old but not rickety, well-appointed, but not lavish. Large, airy. Their suite would be an oasis above the busy Paris streets, close to the Louvre. A bed so large, its white sheets and duvet were like a cloud, far removed from the bustle and chaos of their everyday lives. They were positively giddy at the thought of that suite.
When departure day finally came, the kids dropped off at their grandparents with promises to call every day, Sofia and Michael felt like young virgins, uni students, and newlyweds, all at the same time.
They made out in the taxi in Vancouver, and then lugged their suitcases through the terminal. They felt up each other’s thighs during the flight, and dared each other in giggled whispers to be the first to sneak off the bathroom and induct themselves into the Mile High Club. They decided against it—the tiny cramped loo a definite passion killer, settling instead on writing notes to each other in Michael’s notebook… their very own mature sex story:
I can’t wait until we land. I’m going to strip you and fuck you as soon as we get into that room.
Promise?
You bet. Nothing could stop me.
Me neither. I want you so bad. I’m wet and aching for you, and there’s still hours to go on this flight.
I want you so bad too. Are we sure we shouldn’t try the bathroom?
No, it’s awful, I don’t want my libido crushed before we even arrive!
Let’s hope there’s a tailwind, I want to fuck you so badly.
Not as bad as I want to fuck you!
They lugged their suitcases through another terminal in Charles de Gaulle, and then necked passionately in the back of the Parisian taxi, their hands running scandalously high up thighs, gently down arms, and across cheeks and brows. They ignored the driver and let themselves moan and whisper quietly as they wound through the streets, heading southeast to the deuxieme arrondissement.
By the time the driver announced their arrival at their hotel, he was hard, she was wet, and they were both flushed and panting. They checked in as quickly as they could, pulled their suitcases behind them into the elevator, where they clutched each other as they kissed deeply again, hurried into their room, tore off most of their clothes, faceplanted onto the bed, started to kiss… and almost immediately fell asleep on the soft duvet.
Thirteen hours of travel takes its toll on even the most committed, passionate lovers.
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Michael woke up with two things on his mind: his determination to start their first full day in the City of Love the right way, and his morning wood. Luckily, he could satisfy both at the same time. He was in a hurry, but couldn’t help but pause as he started to get out of bed, admiring Sofia’s face, soft and peaceful in sleep, her hair spread out behind her like a sweet-smelling cloud. Even as they aged together, she became more and more beautiful. There was something to be said about your early twenties, and all the stamina and fucking like rabbits that usually entailed. They didn’t have the same stamina now, but it had been replaced by something they appreciated even more: familiarity, and with it, a sublime intimacy Michael wouldn’t trade for all the stamina in the world. Who needed to fuck several times a day when you could fuck like soulmates once or twice?
He ran his hand through her hair as he admired her face, the eyes, nose, cheeks and lips he knew so well. He was still horny, especially after they missed their finally-free fucking the night before, but also overtaken with a sappy kind of love: Sofia really was his best friend and confidante, and he knew his love would last forever.
Then she stirred, pushing the comforter down past her full, heavy breasts under her vest top, and horniness shoved sappiness out of the driver’s seat. Still, he was a gentleman, and that meant coffee before orgasms. He rose and chose a flavour he knew she would love from the huge selection next to the fancy machine in the salon. While it brewed, he remembered their written conversation on the plane and rooted in their luggage until he found what he was looking for: a tiny bullet vibe they figured was too small to be heard if it accidentally turned on while they went through security.
When the coffee was ready, he brought it back to the bedroom, where the morning sunlight was just starting to lighten the room. That was good, he thought, the rain had stopped. That would make their sightseeing later more pleasant. He set the coffee down and climbed back into bed, where Sofia had turned in her sleep, now facing away from him. He lay so his body was pressed against hers, and kissed the soft skin of her neck and caressed her back. He loved the silky feel of her flesh, the clean, floral scent of it.
Sofia shifted as she woke, pushing into his cock which had been pressed gently into her back. “I was dreaming we were cuddling on the blue rug in front of the fire,” she murmured. That had been their last getaway which felt like it was a million years ago now, a cabin in the woods for just a weekend. They had spent so much time on that rug, and on the bed, and even out in the snow, on a blanket. Michael smiled as he remembered, and his cock stiffened even more.
“Mmmm,” she murmured. He wanted this to be the best awakening she’d had in forever. He knew she loved the contrast between his soft lips and his hard member. She allowed him to continue a little longer, then rolled over to look up at him.
“We fell asleep,” she said. “I guess we can’t travel all day and still have our roll in the hay too.”
“No,” he said, smoothing her hair. “But we can get the day started right. I made you coffee.”
“You’re an angel,” she replied, and kissed him. He handed her the cup. She took a second to savour the aroma, then took a sip. “Divine; better than coffee in any shop back home,” she said. “You’re not having any?”
“Oh, I think I’m going to have something else first,” he answered with a mischievous grin.
“What…?”
He dove under the comforter, moving down her torso until he was between her thighs. She had removed her shirt, pants, and panties once they got to the room, but not her socks. Michael loved when she wore nothing but. He couldn’t have explained why if asked; it has been a fetish for a long time. There was something about the soft cotton or wool on his skin, and how, with Sofia’s full, beautiful curves, they contributed to a sense of comfort and cosiness that filled his love meter and sent his lust into overdrive. Vancouver was warm all year round, so Sofia in socks was a rare treat.
Michael was as comfortable, cosy, and horny as could be, here beneath the soft duvet and between Sofia’s soft thighs, the bed-warmed and familiar scent of his beloved wife filling his nostrils and his mind. He loved her and he loved her pussy so much: the soft and slick petals, the heat from her plump folds. He licked his lips in anticipation, and then his tongue was on her slit as he licked at her gently. Sofia set her coffee on the nightstand; a wise move, Michael thought; he was proud of his pussy-licking talents and he knew it wouldn’t be safe for her to orgasm holding hot liquid. He had barely licked his way up and down a second time before he felt her slipperiness join his under the blanket. He continued to lick, occasionally flicking her clit, and Sofia kicked off the comforter, exposing a sight he knew she loved: him between her legs, eagerly licking her soaking, hot pussy, her thighs close to his ears.
He gripped her ass and her hip as he licked and lapped at her, savouring the taste of his wife. There was no need to hurry here, in this beautiful room in the heart of Paris. He could relish her scent, her taste, the soft, slick silk of her pussy, and she could close her eyes, nothing on her mind but his insistent, eager tongue, determined to cover every inch of her cunt, to leave no spot unexplored or unstimulated. She put her hands in his hair, squeezing and kneading his scalp, moaning softly.
Michael lifted his head for a moment. “We’re alone, love,” he said. “No kids in the house, no neighbours in the yard near our bedroom window.”
She looked down into his eyes and he saw her expression switch from the usual caution.
“You’re right,” she said, and then boldly and loudly added, “Yes, lick my pussy, make me cum.”
Michael hadn’t heard his wife speak in anything more than a raised whisper in years during their lovemaking, and the sound was like a drug administered through his ears, and directly into his cock. He doubled his efforts, licking and lapping sloppily and greedily. As he did so, he realized Sofia’s loud sex talk had had the same effect on her—her cunt was wetter than he could ever remember. He groaned as he lapped up her liquid desire, and then turned on the tiny vibe in his hand, and touched it gently to Sofia’s clit.
She cried out in surprised and uninhibited pleasure, and it was one of the greatest sounds Michael had heard. He wanted to hear it again, And again. He slid a finger into her, and then another, sliding in and out of her quickly as he moved the vibe over her clit. Their mature sex better than ever. It didn’t take long after he thrust his fingers into her before he felt her tense, her socked feet pressed hard on his shoulder blades as he prepared herself for the lava building.
And then the volcano erupted and Sofia screamed her ecstasy at the high hotel ceiling, clutching Michael’s head hard, holding him still so that she rubbed against his tongue as she jerked and writhed, keeping her on an orgasmic plateau. It was enough to make her squirt for only the second time in her life, and Michael loved the thought of her soaking his face with the evidence of her euphoria. He welcomed the gush on his lips and chin as he lapped gently at her folds. He didn’t know how much later it was when she finally stopped quivering and relaxed her feet. He looked up and smiled at her.
“Oh my God, I love to hear you cum like that.” he exclaimed, and then he was up and on her, sliding his cock easily into her slick cunt, and kissing her deeply. He needed to be in her, to have her warm skin on his, her hot pussy gripping his aching, needy cock. To be enveloped by her on this beautiful bed.
Sofia tasted herself on him as their tongues found each other as she was filled and massaged by Michael’s thrusting cock. She kissed him eagerly, her tongue seeking out the far corners of his mouth, to collect every bit of her own liquid lust. Michael moaned and grunted loudly at that, and the sound of his primal urge to fuck her, plus the nasty sounds they were making together as he pounded into her, filled her ears and nearly made her dizzy with her own primal need, her need to be fucked, good and hard and proper.
He loved the feeling of her small feet, clad in soft cotton, on his ass, pushing him, spurring him to go faster, deeper. He pounded in and out of her, lost in himself until she moaned, and then, chasing her beautiful cry again, he leaned back to touch the vibe to her clit again.
“Oh! Oh! Michael!” she said, but this wasn’t a cry; it was a low, primal, throaty growl that thrilled him just as much. That growl was a pure expression of animal lust, and he responded in kind, gripping her shoulders and rolling to one side, pulling Sofia with him. They were joined at the mouth and their cores, and they moved as one. Sofia opened her legs wide, placing one along his as he resumed thrusting. They moaned into each other as they fucked, carried away with their new freedom to vocalize their passion.
Sofia pressed her body into him, her soft, warm skin seducing all of him at once pushing, so that Michael was now on his back. She broke their kiss, and started down his body: kissing his neck, his shoulder, his chest, his stomach, his hip, his public bone, and finally the head of his cock, slick with his pre-cum and her juices.
Michael moaned and Sofia sighed as she took him deep into her mouth, his cock sliding deeper and deeper into her until her nose was pressed into his skin. She held him there, and Michael groaned. She knew just how he loved to be taken in her mouth: deeply and still, until he couldn’t take it anymore, breathing heavily and wrapping his fists in her hair to hold her gently but firmly in place.
Finally, she eased off him and with the same languid pace, licked up and down his shaft, from base to tip, around the diameter of it, causing him to squirm, his hands clutching the sheets.
“Oh my God, Sofia,” he grunted. “Oh my God!”
She gripped his shaft and licked his balls as she jerked him gently. Michael knew she was teasing him, making him last longer because she wasn’t ready for him to cum yet.
“I do love this cock,” she said, her husky voice filled the large room. “Mmmm, that felt so good to say. I love your cock, Michael!”
He groaned, the voice in his ears pleasuring his cock almost as much as the soft hand jerking it.
“I’m going to ride this gorgeous dick,” Sofia said, looking up and into his eyes. “I want you to fuck me hard, Michael. Make me cum again, all over your thick, hard cock.”
“Hop on,” he breathed. “I’m going to fuck you until you explode on that cock and scream my name…”
She wasted no time, sliding up his body, gripping his member and guiding it into her slick, hot channel. She leaned forward, capturing him in a deep kiss before leaning all the way forward, breasts pushing into his chest, her flushed cheek on his as he drove up and she drove down. He grunted and she whimpered, and together they created more sounds to fill the room—the squelch of cock in pussy, the slap of skin and skin.
“I need you deeper.” Sofia cried, and pushed off his chest so that she was riding upright on his dick, heavy breasts bouncing as she brought her feet forward so she could use her legs to plunge herself deeper on Michael’s cock. He raised his knees to do his part, increasing his leverage and allowing him to thrust harder to match her forceful movements as he watched her ride.
“Oh. Fuck. Oh, Michael!” she yelled.
“Sofia!” Michael cried. “I love your pussy!”
“I love your cock!”
How long had it been since they had been able to proclaim their lustfulness, their yearning, their need for each other? To profess how wild they drove each other, the satisfaction they found in each other?
“Oh, oh, I’m going to cum, Michael! Pound me, fuck me with that dick!” Sofia shouted down at him, fingers clenching in the hair on his chest. “Fuck! Fuck! Yes!”
And then her orgasm ripped through her, making her quiver and gush on his cock, her nails digging into his shoulders. “Michael… oh… oh… yes!” she screamed down into his face.
That sent Michael crashing over the edge, and with one final, deep thrust, he came too, shooting rope after rope of hot cum deep in her cunt and gave a scream of his own. They spasmed and screamed together until, finally, they came down from their euphoric peaks. Sofia collapsed on him again, and they kissed.
“This bed, it really is like a big cloud, isn’t it?” Michael asked, caressing Sofia’s skin as she leaned over to retrieve her coffee mug. He doubted she needed the caffeine—she looked energized and ready for the day already. At the same time… there was no rush, was there? No, he decided, there was no rush at all.
“Cloud nine,” she agreed. “It’s so comfy and cosy here. The Louvre will still be there later, right?”
“Oh yes,” Michael said, kissing her nose, loving how they were thinking the exact same thing. Another benefit of decades of familiarity. “It will still be there whether we go in an hour or four.”
“Good,” Sofia said. “I want to cuddle here on the cloud with you all day…”
The End
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FALLING IN LOVE