Sabrina looked at herself in the mirror. Her obsession with the Eiffel Tower was evident, as she saw its reflection in hers. Her main priorities in the hotel she booked, were that she would be able to see the Tower from her room.
Otherwise she would not feel like she was in Paris.
Harry covered the Tower from her view, and she looked at him not sure what she loved more for a moment.
Everything about Paris was lovely.
Except Damaris who was in Paris getting married to Gui.
Sabrina almost did not want to go to the wedding, but she was invited and she realized that Gui was more than just a friend to her. She needed to be there for him.
She knew in New York, that he was getting in too deep with Damaris all over town. But she was shocked, when he proposed to Damaris on her last day in New York and asked her to come to the tiny wedding in which Carole’s parents would be there.
“Of course,” Sabrina had said, because what else was she going to say?
Damaris had looked lovely in her vintage white cocktail dress. She looked like Sabrina was pretty sure Carole would have wanted to look if she had gotten married. Carole had always wanted to fall in love, and she had been in love many times…including with her.
“Are you okay?” Harry asked her.
She looked at him through the mirror, and nodded. He knew that she was not happy about the wedding.
He kissed the curve of her neck, and pulled her close to him.
“You were so much more beautiful than her, I could not keep my eyes off of you the entire wedding.”
Harry’s hands covered her breasts, and looked like a mock steeple on her chest. There was something more sacred about the two of them than what she had witnessed this afternoon. She knew that she loved Harry, and that Harry loved her. There was nothing sinister. To be fair, she knew that there was nothing that proved that Damaris wanted anything sinister with any of them but she did not trust her.
Suddenly Harry pinched her nipples so hard that her full focus was on him, and the demand that he made on her body. He knew how to make her feel better when she was at a loss for words. He replaced her fingers with his teeth, and she moaned. His teeth on her nipple, his finger up her ass—her sensory overload was epic.
His body parts played musical chairs with hers. Next it was his mouth on her anus, his fingers pulling at her nipples and then he entered her ass. If her ass could have gotten naturally wet, it would have been after all of the attention that he paid to it.
The Eiffel Tower watched her get fucked in the mirror, and Harry soothed her nerves.
For a Paris moment…
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He needs to fuck her more often and bring back her focus…He’s so good for her.
you need to form an opinion Kayla!!!
This just may be my new favorite fictional couple. Loved the descriptive sex in the last three paragraphs, L. I too could see the tower from my hotel room in Paris, if I leaned why out and looked down the street. It is magical. Did I ever tell you I broke my foot at the Eiffel Tower?
wow, thank you! that is a lovely compliment. geez how did you break your foot?!?!