They Will Always Have Paris

For some time they lay this way, his head rising and falling as she
breathed. She played with his hair and felt the shape of his ears. For
Grahame her body was an altar, a stormy ocean and a wild and
undiscovered island to be explored lovingly, to be tamed. He stirred
and raised himself on one arm. She looked at him with veiled eyes.
Sliding down between her legs again he ran his hands over her smooth
skin. He traced the lines of her legs, trailed lazily across her
stomach and followed the shape of her breasts. The nipples responded
to his touch and she cradled his head lovingly. Lying prone, with a
breast in each hand he allowed his face to burrow into the musky
valley between her closed thighs. She could feel his tongue seeking a
greater depth and opened to him. Before he could find her core, still
throbbing from before, she indicated that he come up to her. Their
lips joined and opened, tongues met and danced. They kissed long and
passionately, all the months and hours of cyber love becoming real.
Grahame took her hands in his and raised them above her head. Lifting
his lower body off her he let himself back down onto her gently, never
taking his eyes off hers. They both felt his rigid cock find her
opening, wet and slick with her cum. He slid home smoothly in one
long, luxurious thrust. He watched her eyes widen then close as she
let out her breath in a long moaning sigh. Deep in his throat a joyous
cry grew. He arched his back, drew back his head and, driving hard
into her, yelled. "Chloeeeeeeeeeeee!" Startled, she opened her eyes
and then laughed. She let his hands go to hug him to her, crushing her
breasts to his chest, feeling the hair there that she had so often
imagined --- really feeling it!!!! "I am so happy Grahame." She
murmured in his ear. He started to move, raising his hips and she
moved in response, slowly at first with pauses between thrusts as the
tension grew. They sighed and whispered endearments to one another.
Finally neither of them could control the passion any longer and
Grahame reached back to lift her legs at the knees. He let them rest
on his shoulders and, taking her hands up again, he drove roughly into
her. It forced the air from her lungs in a small yelp and he looked
down at her beneath him. "I want you, Chloe. I'm going to take you --
body and soul!" She was silent but her eyes told him all he needed to
know. Savagely he thrust into her feeling her close around him, hold
him in her. She seemed to go on forever, he felt he could enter her
completely. Their bodies clashed and slapped, they moaned and sobbed
together. She bit him and he growled. Together they climbed; it
seemed, forever, peak after peak. Somewhere Chloe heard a scream, a
long howl. Her body felt as if it lifted and began to float,
electricity coursing through her. All the power converged at her
centre and exploded as she climaxed. She wrenched her hands from
Grahame's and clung to him frantically. Her mouth opened to cry out
but she made no sound. Grahame, reaching his own critical point, felt
her body struggle to cope, shudder and contort beneath him. The
sensation of her warm, soft embrace pulsing around his swelling cock
urged him on. Moving faster, he knew she was almost unconscious but
couldn't help himself. He drove into her, once, twice and again,
jarring her body with his ferocity. He felt the stream start its
journey into the body of his love, could follow its path almost as if
in slow motion. It burst into her, white-hot; he gave a triumphant cry
and thrust into her as deep as he could and stayed there. Arched back
above her, he shook, every sinew and muscle taut. Then, with an
exhausted moan, he dropped to lie over Chloe's inert body.

For many minutes the lovers lay side by side. The only sound in the
room was their breathing, the world outside a million miles away.
Here, now, it was just the two of them, a completion, a fulfilling.
Grahame let a hand rest on the cool skin of Chloe's stomach, softly
moving his fingers over her. She lay totally inert and he wondered if
she slept. In fact, she was taking mental stock of her feelings, both
physical and emotional. Between her legs was the pleasant tingle and
warm stickiness left by Grahame. On her stomach a tender, gentle hand
was letting her know she was safe. In her heart a feeling so strong it
took her breath away. She raised herself on to an elbow and looked
down at Grahame. Her heart gave a lurch as his eyes turned and met
hers inquiringly. She leant down and gently kissed his lips. "Just as
I suspected." She said smiling. "A perfect lover and a great fuck."
His laughter exploded and he pulled her down to him. "Last one in the
shower is a dirty dog." He shouted sliding off the bed. They both
scrambled to be first to reach the bathroom, giggling and pushing, two
people totally comfortable with their nakedness. In the small bathroom
they realised that two in the shower was not possible so Chloe filled
the tub and stepped in, sinking into the warm water with a sigh.
Grahame stepped into the opposite end and sat with legs on either side
of her. He stroked her body under the water with his feet, smiling
into her eyes. She took a cloth and soap and started to lather his
chest. The hair became white with foam as she washed him. He lay back
as she carefully soaped each arm, each leg and he struggled to bear
her washing his ticklish feet. She made him turn and soaped his back.
Lastly she came to his sex. Asking him to stand she gently manipulated
him, cupping his balls and smiling as his penis "rose to the
occasion". She lovingly soaped him, reaching between his legs to his
backside. "I don't think I've ever been this clean." He said sinking
back into the water. "My turn..." To wash Chloe he got her to stand.
Kneeling before her he soaped her whole body, exploring, discovering,
examining. She held onto him, gasping now and then as he found a
sensitive spot. He rinsed the soap off her with the cloth and pulled
her hips to him so that her crotch was at his face, burying himself in
her fragrance. "Chloe, Chloe, Chloe." was all he said. She held his
head and waited. Suddenly he realised she would be getting cold
standing above him. He gently turned her and pulled her down to sit
between his open legs. She felt his hardness against her back and
reached back to hold him. He gave a hiss of breath as her hand found
him. His hands went under her arms to cup a breast in each. He
squeezed and played with her erect nipples. Finally they agreed to get
out of the soapy water and each towelled off the other. Once dry they
scampered back to the bedroom. Chloe lay down on the cool sheets to
watch Grahame and a great weariness flooded her. Grahame took his
black robe from the hanger and slipped it on. When he turned back to
Chloe he realised she was asleep. Tenderly he drew the covers over her
naked body. He took his book and sat by the open window to read a bit
before sleeping. Now and then he would look up at her sleeping form as
if to make sure she was really there.

That night he slept in the other bed even though every fibre of his
being wanted to hold her as he fell asleep. From time to time, in the
night, he would wake and look across at her as she softly snored. Then
he would sigh and settle down again. The noise of traffic outside woke
him. The sun was barely up but he was instantly wide-awake. She lay
sleeping still, arms flung wide in abandonment. He rose, put on his
robe and went to wash. Quietly he ordered breakfast from room service
and sat back to read his book. When a knock came at the door he stood
to accept the trolley from the waiter. He saw with satisfaction the
continental breakfast, hot croissant, café-au-lait and fruit. He took
one of the miniature roses from the flowers he had given Chloe the day
before and placed it by her plate. The aroma of coffee reached Chloe
and she stirred, stretching and grinning at Grahame. No confusion this
time, he was really there, it wasn't a dream. She rose and did what
most people do first thing in the morning. Grahame heard the stream as
she pee'ed and smiled. Even that act was sacred, filled him with love
for her. She came back in and sat with him, still naked. "Are you warm
enough?" He asked. "I am a bit chilly. She said with an exaggerated
shiver. "I have a "Happy Coat" in my bag." And she stood to fetch it.
Intrigued by what it would be, Grahame saw she had slipped into a
short kimono style robe. It only reached mid-thigh but it gave her the
warmth she needed. They sat together companionably eating the
breakfast. She noticed his romantic gesture with the tiny pink rose
and blew him a kiss.

The days slid seamlessly by filled with site-seeing "Grahame-style".
If they went to the usual tourist spots he always had a surprise for
her, an anteroom at The Louvre full of erotic art that no one else
seemed to have discovered. A tiny, cramped bookshop full of amazing
books down an ancient alleyway run by an eccentric English woman who
knew Grahame by name and a beautiful, mysterious courtyard with a
fountain off, yet another, alley. Finally he took her on what he
smilingly called his "Hemmingway Tour". Each night they made love,
sometimes late into the wee hours. In the mornings, when they appeared
in the hotel lobby, Chloe noticed the knowing smiles that passed
between the staff. When she mentioned this to Grahame he just smiled
and said. "Paris is for lovers."

On the afternoon of their last full day together Grahame took Chloe to
an exhibition of paintings by Rosetti, Millais and other Victorian
artists. She walked slowly round, standing motionless before some of
the beautiful works for minutes at a time. Grahame watched her but
left her side to let her explore alone. When she turned her head
searching for him he was at her side instantly. Her face was alive
with the excitement of seeing these great works and she knew now why
he loved them so. " What do you think?" he said softly "They're so
lovely." She said. "I never realised how beautiful these works are.
Thank you for showing me." He kissed her and put his arms around her,
looking down a little sternly. She looked into his eyes enquiringly
and his face broke into a smile. "Just practicing for later." He said
mysteriously. "I want to show you one more of my favourite places in
Paris." And took her hand. Outside he hailed a cab and gave an
address. As they sped along she leant to him and whispered. "I love
you." "Ditto." Came his reply. "Hungry?" "Yes, I am. What time is it?"
She asked "Time for Spain." Again that mysterious smile. The taxi
pulled on to a narrow side street and stopped outside a dilapidated
building. Chloe looked up at it dubiously, where was Grahame taking
her now? He paid the cabby and grabbed her hand pulling her down some
worn steps into a dark basement. As her eyes grew accustomed to the
dim light she realised it was a restaurant. The smells were delicious
and, as her mouth watered, she realised how hungry she was. They sat
at a small round table and were immediately brought some dark red wine
in large goblets. They could reach across the table to hold hands and
just sat looking into one another's faces. "I'll see you like this
when ever I think of you." Chloe whispered. "I'm going to miss you so
much." "Ssshh!" Grahame put a finger to her lips. "We're not going to
even think like that tonight." The food arrived, dozens of small
dishes, each one more delicious than the previous. "Tapas." Said
Grahame. "Spanish appetizers." From a room behind a curtain came the
sound of guitars. As the sound grew the curtain was pulled aside and a
darkly handsome man strode out. Behind him came three beautiful,
shapely women in flamenco dresses. The guitarists strolled in still
playing and the performance started. The sinuous women wove themselves
around the man as he stamped and strutted. Their movements were so
sexual Chloe was almost shocked. The rhythm of castanets and clapping
picked up becoming more and more exciting and exhilarating. Grahame
watched Chloe's face as she followed the dancers erotic movements and
smiled. When the performance was over Chloe leapt to her feet,
clapping wildly. They left the guitar players strumming quietly and
found a taxi to take them back to the hotel. In the cab Grahame was
silent and distant. Instead of going straight to their room Grahame
took Chloe to the bar and sat her down at a table. Presenting her with
a drink he said brusquely "Wait here, I have some business to attend
to." And left her. She watched him walk away, seeming to forget her in
an instant. Chloe felt a twinge of anxiety; his whole demeanour had
changed since the Spanish restaurant. She sipped the drink Grahame had
served her and watched the door for his return. After about half an
hour the barman, who had just answered the bar 'phone, said. " Miss,
the gentleman wants you to go upstairs immediately," "Is something
wrong?" She asked, worried at this turn of events. "I am just giving
you his message, Miss." Chloe hurried to the elevator and to their
room. Inside candles lighted the room dimly but Grahame was nowhere to
be seen. Just as Chloe was about to return to the lobby his voice came
from the dark recesses of the room. "Come in, Chloe. Close and lock
the door." His voice was cold and void of the usual gentleness, she
obeyed without hesitation. "I want you to stand in the centre of the
room and close you eyes. Keep them closed or I shall punish you!
Understand?" "Yes." She replied moving to where he had indicated and
shutting her eyes. She stood rigidly, her hands clenched nervously at
her sides. She felt, more than heard, him walk around her slowly. He
was looking at her, trying to memorize every aspect of her, her
posture - proud but vulnerable. Her face in the soft candlelight was
taut with apprehension. He looked at her clenched fists and her rigid
arms at her sides. "Relax, Chloe." He whispered, hissing so close to
her ear that she opened her eyes in surprise. "What? Disappointing me
so soon?" He asked. She had squeezed her eyes shut immediately but it
was too late. He roughly undressed her making her stagger as he pulled
this way and that but she managed to keep her eyes closed, trusting
him to prevent her from falling. Once she was naked he left her
standing there, eyes still closed. She covered her breasts in an
involuntary gesture but he slapped her hands back down. He heard him
moving around the room, seeming to collect things, then, suddenly his
hands were on her again. She jumped slightly but managed to keep her
eyes closed. " I love you, Chloe". He whispered softly. She heard the
whistle and thwack as he hit her. The pain wasn't instant, it
registered slowly but spread like fire. Again and again he whipped her
bottom. She stood her ground for as long as she could then dropped to
her knees. Immediately he stopped and lifted her gently. Nothing was
said; the only sound was Chloe's ragged sobs. He held her and, almost,
carried her to the bed where he lay her gently down. The searing pain
of the rough blanket against her flayed flesh made her squirm onto her
stomach and Grahame flinched when he saw the seven scarlet stripes on
her pale skin. Chloe lay quietly, calming down and starting to breath
slowly again. She could feel the heat from the whipping and knew that
Grahame had hurt as much as she had as he administered it. She knew
that trust between them was precious and that he was trying to show
her its importance. She felt him roll her onto her back and position
her to the edge of the bed, letting her head hang over. The friction
on her sore buttocks made her wince but she made no sound and kept her
eyes tightly shut. It was an old fashioned bed, high off the floor so
that Grahame's crotch was at her mouth level. She felt the soft/firm
tip of his cock at her lips, pressing insistently to be allowed in.
She opened her mouth and he pushed into her groaning at the sensation
of the wet warmth surrounding his cock. Slowly, he started to move,
his eyes closed in ecstasy. She sucked him in, holding him there,
resisting his efforts to pull out. The angle of her neck opened her
throat and he could slide right through. His cock was completely
buried in her, his balls against her nose. She inhaled his musk,
rejoicing in the pleasure she knew he took from her. He moved slowly,
rhythmically, for some time then gave one or two sharp thrusts and
pulled away hastily. Chloe resisted the urge to open her eyes and to
sit up but Grahame put an arm under her and lifted her saying softly.
"Open your eyes, my girl." She slowly opened them and looked into the
eyes she loved. Her hand flew up to caress his face but he caught it
in his, shaking his head. "I want you now, Chloe. I want you
completely and totally. Once and for all." She nodded speechlessly.
"Will you give yourself, willingly?" "Oh Grahame, yes, yes. Please!"
He took her legs at the knees and bent then open leaning in to kiss
along each thigh. She moaned each time he grew close to her centre of
feeling but he avoided actually kissing, it moving onto her belly and
breasts, doubling up her body under him as he did. Finally he leant
right over to kiss her lips, a rough, passionate kiss as his cock
drove into her. Slowly at first he moved in her. She was powerless
under him, his weight pinning her there and his hands grasping hers
above her head. He moved his hips savagely, cutting into her with his
rigid cock. He growled and kissed her harshly, almost biting her.
Chloe was rejoicing that Grahame could feel such passion for her and
she longed to satisfy him, be possessed by him. Grahame released her
hands and cupped her buttocks. He raised her and Chloe gave a
strangled squeak as the breath was crushed from her. He pulled out
from her and slid down, kissing her bud already slick with juice. He
kept her doubled up with one strong hand and with the other he
penetrated her bud. She gave a loud moan and curled tighter. He looked
up to watch her face as he gently introduced another finger and slid
his thumb into the wetness of her cunt. He pinched his finger and
thumb together through the fleshy wall and she shuddered under his
hand. "Please Grahame --- now!" She cried. "Now?" He played dumb. "Now
what, my girl?" "Don't tease me. Don't make me beg!" She was almost
screaming. As if he too had reached the limit of control he positioned
himself above her, gave a low growl and pressed into her bud. He met
little resistance but slid in, the head entering with a small "pop".
She gave an audible sigh as he filled her. For almost a minute he lay
with her joined in that most intimate of ways. Each one felt the
joining of their spirits and the deep, abiding love they had known for
so long but now could acknowledge. Gradually, as if waking, Grahame
started to move. She could not respond in movement but received him
joyfully. His movements grew stronger and stronger, picking up speed
until he was shaking the bed with each thrust. Deep in Chloe Grahame's
cock was making contact with her G-spot, that most sensitive of places
in a woman. He registered her response, heard her cries and ground
into her. "You're mine, Chloe, mine!" He snarled. "Give yourself to
me." As if in reply she exploded into climax, bucking and struggling
under Grahame's weight. He saw her whole body blush and it seemed to
ripple. He was so close to his own completion he had to close his eyes
and concentrate not to release. Chloe opened her eyes as the pulsing
in her started to subside and looked up at Grahame above her. As she
watched he crested and climaxed with a shout, guttural and
animalistic. She felt his cum filling her in waves as he tensed over
her, thrusting into her still. Finally he collapsed, rolling to the
side and leaving her abruptly. Chloe felt an immense sense of loss and
desolation, as his cock left her most intimate place. It was as if
they were parting physically already and she found herself weeping
softly. Grahame held her close, stroking her hair from her face
tenderly and kissing her tears away. He didn't tell her to stop
crying, he understood and let her weep. His own eyes were brimming
with tears. Their act of love was the circle completed. All the love,
the tenderness, the passion they had felt had been expressed. They lay
folded together; two people now one, for ever, having shared the very
centre of their being.

That night they slept joined. He lay curled to her back, his
semi-erect cock deep in her cunt and she held him there all night not
wanting to loose his precious gift to her. When he woke at dawn he
started to grow in her, waking her. They moved together, a familiar
dance now. He cradled her like a child and she held his arms in hers,
kissing his hands. As they came to climax simultaneously she pressed
her head back beside his and cried out. "I don't want to leave you! I
love you". He didn't answer right away; he was shaken by their last
climax together. Finally he managed to say. "We'll always have Paris,
always have one another, Chloe. I am yours; you are mine even if we
are thousands of miles apart. These days we have had together have
cemented our love" "How can I get on that plane this morning?" she
moaned "You'll be just fine." He said, kissing her neck, but he ached
for them both.

How she got dressed and packed she never knew. They ate breakfast
silently, the sadness palpable. He took her to the airport and saw her
walk away. Just as she disappeared from sight, she turned, her eyes
blazing. She mouthed the words "I love you," and was gone. Grahame
sighed and turned away. "Oh, Chloe."