Passion Blooms in Paris (Diary of a Free Woman) Read Free Page B

to the framed art on the wall. As he surveyed it, she studied him and tried to guess his age. To be an actor for so long after completing his education had to place him in the mid to late thirties. The facial hair gave him an older, more experienced quality. Women tended to appreciate men who appeared to have confidence and brains. Add dark hair, tranquil blue eyes and lips worthy of sucking to said male and most women would drool on the spot. Hence the reason her panties were damp and she couldn’t help staring at him.
    “This is not one of my favorite portraits of a woman, yet I look at it every time I come here. This woman holds fake beauty. Her skin is too white and it has a waxy sheen. She has no moles or hair. Her breasts are too small and the nipples seem unreal. Her expression is impassive. How can this be when she’s laying half naked in front of a man?” He shook his head and said something in French.
    “Maybe this is a creation from the artist’s imagination and not a real person.”
    “But why not make the woman more lifelike so we can appreciate her true beauty. Why paint her as something she’s not?”
    He turned to face Gwen. “I’ve seen plenty of the women portrayed in pictures in the Louvre and their beauty doesn’t compare to you.”
    A rush of heat reached her cheeks. “Do you say that to all the women?”
    “No. And I’ve met plenty.” The corner of his mouth twitched. While holding her hand, he lifted his other and touched her shoulder. Slowly, he glided his fingers over her skin and tendrils of longing scurried to her breasts. “I greatly desire to see your beautiful body. Without clothes.”
    He lowered his gaze to her chest and the yearning within her increased tenfold. But hesitation gnawed at her conscience. She was in the Louvre and she barely knew him. She took a deep breath as she considered what to do. What to say.
    “I assure you, my girls are not like hers.”
    A smile formed on his face. “They are bigger, yes.”
    “Rounder, yes.”
    “Full. And your nipples, are they hard?” He moved his fingers to her neck and gently grazed them lower, bringing the tips underneath the fabric of her sundress that covered her left tit.
    “Yes. Very.” And aching for his touch.
    “Do they wish to be touched?”
    “Yes, and sucked.”
    The yearning in her core spread like a wildfire. His touch made her long for more, made her wonder what it would feel like for his hands to hold and squeeze her breasts. Staring at his lips, she imagined them closed around her perky buds and doing all the wicked fun things a man liked to do. Fuck, she wanted him.
    “I would enjoy playing with your girls, as you call them,” he said with a sly grin. “But first, I’d have to lick every inch of your body. I want to taste you and the desire inside you. Are you wet, Gwen?” He slipped his fingers deeper under her sundress and into her bra.
    She squeezed her thighs together. Damn, he was adding fuel to her carnal fire.
    “I’m a horny forty-four year old woman. Yes, I’m very wet right now.”
    His smile widened. He let go of her hand and wrapped his arms around her. “Honesty is an excellent quality to have.” He pulled her close until she touched his body.
    “It’s one of my strong points,” she said as she felt something stiff press below her navel.
    “I have several…strong areas as well.” He stared at her mouth.
    “I can feel one now.” The length and firmness of his dick made her want to ride the man right then and there. She leaned into him, admiring the feel of his erection.
    “My strength grows and wishes to be inside you.”
    She wedged her free hand between their bodies and placed it over his solid member. “After you lick me.”
    He moved his face closer to hers, well within kissing range. “I will roll my tongue all over your body, then devour the sweet spot between your legs. I will make you come and enjoy your womanly juice as pleasure enraptures you.” He smoothed his