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Eliza lifted soft eyes up to Adrien, before she continued giving him a blow job. She was sucking dick like it was her only aptitude. He ran his hand through her hair, while she continued as if professionally. She loved giving head, from the positioning of her body between his legs, to the look on the face of the man she was giving it to.

The look on Adrien’s face…

Adrien caressed her hair and face, and looked like he was entering another world—a parallel world where pleasure ruled as she continued her mission. She savored the texture, and the taste of his penis in her mouth. He tasted different than the other men that she was with. He tasted like mmmmm…Adrien, and she loved it. She loved resting her head on his inner thigh, looking up at him before she continued to lick and suck and kiss him.

She loved every bit of it.

Adrien pulled her up by her hair lightly.

He would not let her continue to pleasure him. He pulled her up until they were lip to lip. He licked her lips, and she thought to herself, that he could taste himself on her lips. On the tip of her tongue.

He could taste himself on her.

Eliza closed her eyes–she was all sensation. She could have exploded from the pleasure of him tasting her lips, like she had tasted him. Like they were casual diners, savoring the flavor of each other.

She would miss him when he was gone, and she did not even know when he was coming back if ever.

“When are you going back to Paris,” she questioned languidly later on, tired but her mind racing.

Adrien shifted her to look into his eyes that were lit by the moon.

“In the not too distant future, I have to settle things before I come to New York to live.”

Eliza bolted up, Adrien pulled her close. His face was bemused, and she was not sure what her face was like…

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Eliza felt her cheeks heat when she saw drops of come on the curtains, backlit by the sun.

She woke up slowly, her body was deliciously sore. Her lips felt sensitive when she licked them, because she had blown Adrien like it was her profession, and he had wanted to finish in her while she was by the curtains. The city was still awake as always even that early in the morning, but not as awake when they fucked fast and furious by the window. The thought of the cool glass on her nipples made her want sex again, and she was not even sure her body could manage it.

But she would manage it, if Adrien would oblige her.

Adrien’s body was ready for it at least, she could feel him hard against her even though he was asleep.

She must have fallen back asleep, because Adrien was awake and caressing her breasts, and it was brighter outside than before. With wide open eyes, she moved her hands along the hair on his body. Starting with the sexy stubble on his face, she moved her hand over his chest, stomach and lower…

“You are insatiable!” He exclaimed, his voice hoarse and his French accent heavy.

Eliza smiled.

Sex was nice with him—it always had been. But it was also distracting her from what had happened the night before. The accident, even though it was not terrorism…it still could have been curtains for her, if she had not been tucked into that nook of the sidewalk making out with Adrien. They had practically fucked in that nook–the accident had stopped them. She had been so sponetaneous with him, her sponetaneity with him was what she maybe loved most about them.

And Adrien was transient in her life, unlike the other men in her life. He was like a dream, all the things between them made sense in their bubble if nowhere else.

She tugged between his legs to show him just how insatiable she was.

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Eliza had her head on Adrien’s shoulder, she could not resist looking at the television to see if the accident was covered on the news.

It was.

She had had little conviction that it was a terrorist act, but she needed to know. It was equally despicable that it was revealed that the driver had a ridiculously high blood alcohol level, and that in itself was a type of terrorism to her.

“Do you feel better?” Adrien said, pulling her close to him.

She buried her face in his chest, and that was when the tears came. All of her fear and anxiety from the accident poured from her.

And her gratitude.

Adrien had been very responsive to her body, she had needed him to calm her and he had had had no issue with that. He had always been there for her when she was stressed out, and it made him seem like a type of angel to her now that he was always there in her time of need.

She looked at him for a long time, and he looked at her in turn. Eliza studied his eyes, looking at the change in color within and as the light hit them. They darkened, and she knew it was time to stop just looking at him.

He was on top of her in an instant, and that was what she wanted. The weight of him felt sexy and comforting. He was infinitely gentle, wiping and kissing her tears. She smiled, as he kissed her mouth. She wrapped all of her limbs about him, and they were literally one even before he was actually inside of her.

The news was a weird backdrop for their lovemaking, but when they reported they found the driver of the car of the accident…Eliza incidentally came so hard that everything was released from her. She felt free and light of heart.

Her limbs still wrapped about Adrian even after, and he supported every one of them.

“I was scared too, but I wanted to take care of you,” he confessed.

She kissed his cheek–it was her turn to take care of him now.

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Eliza was pretty sure that driving lessons did not include driving on the sidewalk—but where she was with Adrien, in the little nook on the sidewalk where they had tucked into…that nook was the only reason why they were not hit by an out of control car that eventually crashed into a fully glass storefront just down the street.

Adrien pulled her to him. She was startled as she looked up at him and he kissed her temple. Among the chaos at the scene, they walked away. But she kept looking back at the smoking car, and the frantic people running around them on the New York street.

For a moment, she wondered if it had been intentional, the crash, because sadly that was the kind of world that we now lived in.

She was thankful to be able to walk away.

With Adrien.

In his hotel room, he opened his extensive mini bar and opened a small mini of what she was not even sure. She drank it like a shot, her hands were still shaking a lot. When she put the glass down, Adrien pulled her close to him. Kissing her temple over and over again.

“You’re safe…” he said alternately in English and French.

Eliza looked at him with purpose, she did not want to think about the accident, she was not sure that it was intentional. She leaned into him, and kissed him. Adrien’s purpose changed, as his hand slipped between her legs.

She was still wet he would discover, from before when they had been kissing and now. The wild excitement from the accident, it had that weird effect too very possibly…

Suddenly, well not so suddenly, probably more urgently, she wanted Adrien to make her forget about the sudden crash and the smoking car. Frantic people running…

He pulled up her skirt without finesse—she did not desire finesse. He slipped his finger into her, and she could hear the clicking of her own wetness as he did. She unbuttoned her blouse, and stopped to kiss him, chew on his lower lip and lick the hair just below it. When they stopped kissing, his eyes were smoldering which she was sure mirrored hers.

At that moment she was not sure there was any difference from that smoking car they left on the sidewalk…and them…

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I totally am always up to challenge myself with a new prompt from Marie, whether it goes along with my story plot or not!!! This week however, I think to continue with Eliza’s story since she has done a bit of traveling…and traveled a lot mentally last week while she was having a cappuccino with Sally…I think we should revisit her time with Oscar in Paris and Shanghai.

We also need to revisit her connection to Adrien. Adrien was a character I developed on a prompt from Exhibit A, because he knew I am a Francophile. Adrien was transient, and now who knows? Depends on Marie’s next prompt!

Here is how Eliza and Adrien met…

She scrolled on her phone after she got off with Rafe, wiped a tear on it as she tried to call the car service she used there. The number should have been in her contacts, but she had never put it there and always had to look it up. While she was looking it up, she saw something about a motor taxi and clicked on it. It was cheaper than her car service, would probably get her to Paris faster and she just wanted to do something that would take her out of herself.

When her taxi arrived, the guy got off of his motorcycle, took off his helmet and smiled. Eliza inadvertently licked her lips. He handed her a helmet, and she told him in a rush where she wanted to go.

He smiled at her they way that most Parisians did when she spoke in French.

“You are American!” he said in heavily accented French.

“Oui!”

“I speak some English. I will help you get to your hotel, and you will help me practice English?”

“Sure,” Eliza smiled as he bent over to pick up her luggage, and put it in the compartment on the motorcycle that could hold it.

They got on the bike.

“Are you ready?” he asked her as he put on his helmet.

“Yes, as I will ever be!”

He smiled, and they were on their way. Eliza closed her eyes at first, and then the the rush came over her from France flying by her, and at this point the closeness of her driver. His hair was curly and shaggy where the helmet was not covering it, and his scent was of a cologne that she did not recognize the notes of. The scent however was a sweet harmony for her senses. They did not talk a lot, but there was a smattering of English and French coming from both of them. Coming into to Paris like this was magnificent.

When she got to her hotel, they took off their helmets outside.

“You are here.”

“Oui,”

“You did not get to help me speak a lot of English.”

“No, I did not,” she smiled.

“Here is my card, in case you have time while you are here…or of course when you are going back to New York you said?”

She nodded, she felt so nervous because he was so good looking that she could not speak a word. English or French.

“Well, you have it.”

Eliza closed her fist about it.

“I do. Merci beaucoup.”

He smiled as he got on his motorcycle, and put on his helmet. His smile filled her in a way she had needed to be filled when she left Shanghai, and which she had sought when she called Rafe.

Adrien’s card would have burned a hole in Eliza’s purse, she had not forgotten him for her whole trip. She did not want to call him, but she knew that she had to.

When he arrived, he looked even sexier than when she had first met him. His hair was a bit wilder, and he had stubble on his face.

“What time is your flight?”

“Cinq.”

“You have time to kill?”

“I thought I would help you practice English.”

Adrien smiled.

She led him through the curtains that divided the lobby, and down the stairs to the door marked “Privé,” which he pressed her up against. She closed her eyes and rubbed her face against the stubble on his face, loving the burn, needing it to make her feel alive and know she was doing this.

The roughness of his stubble and his coarse hands under her dress,made her growl low in her chest. She did not know how to say condom in French, so she frisked him. Her hand grabbing at his ass, trying to feel for any signs that he might have one. He dangled the condom with a laugh above her face like mistletoe, and she laughed deeper than she usually did.

And what followed was more excitement than when the ball dropped in Times Square for New Year’s.

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