“Ready?” I ask her, getting on my knees in front of her. She nods, and I rub my cock up and down her slit and then sink in. “Fuck,” I hiss as her pussy squeezes me so hard I can hardly move. My hand goes to her waist, and I slowly move her on the chaise onto my cock. I pound into her over and over again, and each time, she gets tighter and tighter. I watch my cock disappear into her, and then I pull out, and she moans again. “Bend over,” I tell her, getting up, and she gets up and turns herself over the chaise. Her hands going to the back of the chaise as she leans over. “Put your knees on the chaise,” I tell her, keeping my cock in my hand as I watch her get into position, her pussy so wet it glistens. I don’t take my time with her; I just ram into her over and over again. “Play with your clit,” I tell her. “I need to come,” I say, and she does. I feel her fingers grab my balls and squeeze, and I ravish her over and over again until we both come.

Chapter Fifteen

Vivienne

“See, I told you the croissants would be great in the bath,” Mark tells me while he grabs another one from the crushed white box and hands it to me. I smile at him; we just spent the past six hours lost in each other. Just knowing I was going to see him today, I tossed and turned, and then finally at six thirty, I got a car to take me here. I grab the glass of champagne that he brought me when he went down to retrieve the croissants.

“Champagne and croissants,” I say, taking a sip of my champagne. “And a lukewarm bath. Perfect combination.” I laugh and then look back at him. His bronze chest sports a few more bite marks to the one I left the last time. Something about that just turns me on even more.

“What do you want to eat for dinner?” he asks me, and I just shrug. I don’t let on that I was going to leave as soon we got out of the bath. I don’t tell him that I wasn’t even going to take a bath. When he left the room, I thought about getting up and getting dressed, but then the other side of my head said just lie there in his bed.

“I was going to head …” I start to say, and he looks at me with a weird face. “What?”

“You didn’t even visit with Elsa,” he says, and I put my head back and laugh out loud, something I am always doing with him.

“Well, then, if I have to visit with Elsa,” I tell him, “then I have to stay for dinner.”