Chapter 9

The day after Monique left the couple did a tour of various art museums including the Musee d’Orsay, the Pompidou Centre Musée National d’Art Moderne and the Musée de l’Orangerie. They traveled the city on the metro like any tourists, and like many who walked the banks of the Seine felt the magic of the city working on them.

By week’s end Clarissa found herself feeling something she had not ever felt before, except perhaps for her father, though not the feelings a daughter was expected to have for her parent. It was a feeling she was finding she had for Jon Phillip. Though she was not sure that such feelings were appropriate for her first cousin either.

“What are you thinking?” she heard her lover ask.

The couple was laying naked in bed. After Jon Phillip had taken her to half a dozen orgasms she had used her very talented mouth to curl his toes, after which they had both dropped into a euphoric state nestled in each other’s arms.

“I am thinking of you, my love,” she said without thought. Then realized what she had said.

He stirred, pulling away from her and sitting up. “Do not throw such words about unless you mean them,” he answered.

She could see that he was upset. In her heart she felt as if a spear had pierced her. Without hesitation she said, “I use no words lightly. I have many words of endearment for those who are among my intimate friends and acquaintances. ‘My love’ is not one of them.”

“You know it is impossible...” the man said.

“Impossible for me to love you?”

“No of course not. No more than it is impossible that I love you.”

“You love me?”

“Of course I do,” he said right before she sweetly kissed him.

The kiss did not stay sweet long as Clarissa’s hot tongue dueled with his.

She gently pushed him back as her mouth began to move down his form.

“Wait,” he said.”You just...”

“Hush,” she answered, licking his right nipple. “I’ve got to show you how much your love means to me, the best way I know how.”

When she reached his already thickening cock she twirled her tongue around it tasting their already ripe mixed juices from their previous coupling. She did not let the taste slow her down as she moved her tongue to lap at his scrotum. Her hand reached for his prick. She took it quickly in her mouth to wet his member, but then returned to his balls as her hand slowly stroked him.

When he has hard as stone she took just the tip in her mouth, using her tongue to lap at the spot just below his knob, sucking gently on it. Then flickering her tongue over him as she slowly began to engulf his member she reached down with her other hand to palm his balls.

When she reached bottom she slowly moved up, the suction of her warm envelope pulling at him. Then she began to move faster. Within minutes she was thrusting on to his rock hard cock. Despite his previous mind blowing orgasm he could feel his balls shrinking into his body, ready to unload again into her tight warm mouth. Just as he was sure that she was about to drag him over the edge she did something with her hand and he found his release escaping him, though his cock lost none of its hardness, and his pleasure none of its edge.

Four times Clarissa brought him almost to the brink and four times she withheld his release from him, but every time driving him higher and higher in pleasure. By now his cock felt as if it was a foot long. So hard he had no doubt he could match the diamond tipped drills of the machines with which he was so familiar.

He had no idea how long she had been working on him. His heart was racing, sweat ran from his body as if he had been running a marathon. The muscles in his legs were tight as springs.

Finally her mouth sped up again. The deep suction pull at him in a way that could no longer be denied. He felt it start at the arc of his twisted feet and travel up his clenched legs. When the first drops shot from his iron hard prick Clarissa doubled down, her hand, still cradling his bloated balls caressed him in a way that somehow caused every last drop to be ejected from him in a way that he marveled the back of her head was not blow completely off.

Instead she engulfed him all so that the hot ropes of cum would go directly to her stomach, her tongue urging on each spurt. When he was almost finished she started moving her head again sucking every last drop out of him.

When Clarissa woke she reached out expecting to find a warm body, but found only cold sheets. She reluctantly opened her eyes to the bright sun streaming into the room. As her eyes became accustomed to the light she saw Jon Phillip relaxing at the table drinking from a hotel cup. A spread was on the table before him, an obvious sign he had called for room service earlier.

<”Ah my love,”> he said. <”Come eat. I’ve ordered for you.”>

Clarissa pushed the sheet off and stepped out of the bed. Thick liquid ran down her leg, where he had deposited several loads of cum the night before.

<”Shower first, my love,”> she said in French, noting his use of the intimate pronoun.

Clarissa brushed her teeth. After a quick shower she ran a brush through her wet hair and threw on the hotel robe hanging on one of the hooks in the large bathroom.

As she joined her lover at the table she saw that he had ordered an array of pastries, as well as a carafe of exquisite coffee. She had no doubt the ridiculous cost this meal fetched was likely almost worth it. The price did not worry the young woman. She had lived as a student pauper for almost all of her year abroad, not wanting to rub her wealth in the faces of her mostly upper middle class friends and roommates. Therefore she had in her account a great amount of money from both her parents and the dividend paid by her now diversified stock holdings.