He comes in, and I notice he’s already stripped down to his boxer shorts. He holds his hand out, and I see the artisanal soap he bought me earlier, the one I promised I would use.
I open the screen door a bit and I smile seductively at Axel. “It would be a shame not to share it.”
It’s all the invitation he needs. He kicks his boxer shorts off, and I can see his cock is already hard as he gets into the shower with me. The steam curls around us, caressing us as we kiss. Axel takes the soap from me and wets it. He gets a lather going and then he puts it in the wall-mounted soap dish and begins to run his lathered hands over my body.
He starts at my neck and then moves down each arm. His hands move over my chest next, and he spends a moment or two on each breast.
“We have to make sure these are very clean,” he says, his tone serious but his eyes dancing with mischief.
He moves on, his hands rubbing up and down my sides. He then gets some more lather on his hands and steps closer, wrapping his arms around me. He rubs the soap all over my back and my ass cheeks, and then he squats down and washes my legs from the ankle up. That only leaves one place untouched, and he soaps his hands up again and runs his slippery fingers through my slit and over my clit. The other hand comes up, and he pushes two fingers inside me.
I moan out loud as he works me, one hand pressing on my G-spot, the other on my clit. The feeling is intense, almost overwhelming, as I am assaulted with pleasure from both spots. I close my eyes and let the water wash over me and rinse away the soap as Axel brings me towards an orgasm. I reach out to steady myself, and I leave a handprint on the screen, a reminder of this moment.
Axel ups the pace of his fingers on my clit, and I plummet headfirst into an orgasm, moaning his name as pleasure fills me. Hot water cascades over the outside of my skin even as fiery pleasure cascades through my inside. I lean my head back and moan as waves of pure ecstasy pulse wildly through me. Axel stands as I coast on waves of pleasure.
“I think you’re nice and clean now,” he says and kisses my neck and nuzzles my ear.
I turn my head and put my lips on his. I kiss him hungrily, savoring the taste of the wine on his lips, the sweet orange smell of the soap in my nostrils. I pull my mouth away from Axel’s and lean down to kiss his chest. I kiss down his stomach, go into a squat, and finally kneel before him. I look up and he looksmagnificent, his muscles covered in water droplets, his hair wet and utterly untamed.
I wrap my hands around his thighs where they meet his ass cheeks and pull him closer. He comes towards me, and I take his hard cock in my mouth. I cover my teeth with my lips, and I suck his hard length. He tastes faintly of soap, but mostly of his own masculinity. I make an mmmm sound as I taste him, and he groans.
I move my hands up to cup his ass cheeks and bob my head back and forth, sucking him into my mouth, then releasing him almost all of the way. I take him so far into my throat I am sure I will gag, but I fight the impulse and just keep sucking. I release Axel’s cock from my mouth, and I bring one hand around to hold the base of it and then I tease him with my tongue and my lips.
I plant tiny kisses all along his length, and then lick him, a long lick all the way up his thick shaft. I flick my tongue over the tip of his cock and then I circle it, before finally licking around the opening. The whole time I am teasing him, he is whispering my name. When I suck him back into my mouth, he gasps in a breath through gritted teeth.
“Fuck, Jo,” he moans, his voice dripping with desire.
I bob my head faster, sucking and sucking and I know by the way his breathing changes that he is close to orgasming, but instead of coming in my mouth, he reaches down and grabs my wrists and gently pulls me back. I look up at him, his cock freed from my mouth, and he gently pulls me back upright. He caresses my cheek and then pushes his hand into my hair and kisses me hard on the mouth. I kiss him back, melting into him.
He cups my ass cheeks and lifts me up, and I wrap my arms and legs around him. He turns around and presses me up against the tiled wall and pushes his big hard cock inside me. We become unleashed, thrusting, caressing, nibbling eachother. Our movements are frenzied, and when I come, it is mind-blowing.
My orgasm really takes me by surprise, slamming through my body and making me tingle all over. Axel holds me tightly against the wall and drives all of the way into me as his face contorts with the sweet agony of his own climax. Our bodies cling and move as one, my pussy clenching, his cock spasming. My whole body is on fire, and I lose myself in the joy of our mating, focusing only on how my body feels with his so deep inside me. Maybe the emotion is so strong that I lose consciousness for a bit, but when I come back to myself, I’m safe in Axel’s arms, his cock is still inside me, and his breath is warm against my neck as he calls my name.
I cling to him, and even as he slips out of me, I never want to let him go.
Chapter
Thirty-Three
AXEL
The gallery is exactly the kind of place that pretends it hides no secrets, even though it is crawling with them. It sits on a narrow street just off the Boulevard Saint-Germain with a limestone frontage and tall arched windows that glow honey gold in the morning sun. The plaque beside the door is simple and unassuming.Galerie Moreau et Fils1924 in refined serif lettering. On the surface, it is respectable, well-established, and clean. But what it looks like on the surface means absolutely nothing here.
Jo walks beside me as we approach the building, her gloved fingers brushing mine as if by accident, but it is no accident. The contact is light. Intentional. We’re already slipping into character.
“You look like you’re about to buy the building,” she murmurs.
“I’m trying to look like a man who doesn’t enjoy being kept waiting.”
“You’re not going to be kept waiting.”
“I might be.”
She gives me that look, the one that says she enjoys sparring with me far too much. We reach the building’s entrance, and we pause, and Jo reaches up to adjust my tie. The intimacy of it is practiced, something we discussed earlier, figuring we might be on CCTV at the entrance and starting our charade straight away, and yet it feels natural. Her fingers linger at my collarbone a fraction longer than necessary.
“Remember,” she says softly, her lips almost grazing my jaw. “We’re married.”
I don’t miss a beat. “For how long?”