Free ATasteofParis by Lucy Felthouse Page A

desperate to fuck her.
    Glancing around the small space, he tried to figure out the best position for their tryst. Nodding to himself, he turned his gaze back to the woman. “Pull your skirt up and your knickers down then turn around and put your hands on the wall.”
    He mentally crossed his fingers that her grasp of English was good enough for her to know what he was talking about. Thankfully she seemed to understand perfectly and did what he said. His mouth went dry at the sight of her pale bottom, framed by a stocking-and-suspender set, which explained why she’d only been able to pull her knickers down so far. She could have undone the suspenders, he supposed, but she was clearly as eager to fuck as he was. Which was hardly surprising, as she’d started this whole thing.
    Moving behind her, he slipped his hand between her quivering thighs and found her pussy. It was hot, wet and swollen. Exploring farther, he noted how tight she was too. He’d have to take it slowly to begin with, as he didn’t want to hurt her.
    Putting his lips close to her ear, he murmured, “Hey, what’s your name?”
    “Blanche. Yours?”
    He smiled—yes, she was white, all right. So pale she looked as if she’d never seen the sun. And yet he knew that Paris, at times, could have some glorious weather. Maybe she was a posh bird and wandered around with a parasol.
    “Ryan.”
    There was no need to say anything else. It was clear she was ready, and if he hadn’t already figured that out, Blanche shoved her bottom backward into his crotch, urging him on, encouraging him to fuck her.
    He needed no further persuasion and they didn’t have time to waste or they’d likely be caught.
    Holding the base of his erection, he guided it into position. Once the tip was nudging against the slick entrance of Blanche’s pussy, he gripped her hips and slowly pushed himself inside her. She was seriously tight and hot and the sensation made them both gasp.
    “Fuck,” he muttered into Blanche’s ear. “I’m not going to last long at this rate. Would you like me to, er…you know.”
    Ryan had no idea why he was being so bashful about discussing stroking her clit, but he suspected the potential language barrier had something to do with it. He realized he was being stupid by asking her anyway. Why didn’t he just do it? At this point she couldn’t exactly claim sexual harassment. Shifting one hand around to the front of her body, he sought the distended nub that nestled between her labia and began to manipulate it. He listened carefully to the sounds Blanche made and the way she moved as he touched her, eager to get it right. He was surprised that he felt so close to the edge—especially given the amount of sex he’d had in the last twenty-four hours. Since they were in such a risky position anyway, it didn’t matter too much, but it did matter that she got satisfaction too.
    Quickly figuring out how much pressure Blanche liked and precisely where, Ryan began to pleasure her in earnest as he increased the pace at which he thrust into her. He buried his face in the crook of her neck, pressing his lips to her skin to stifle his moans. She moved one hand from the wall and stuffed her fingers into her mouth, clearly to prevent her own ecstatic moans from slipping out. Wanting to push her higher still, he strummed her clit faster and fucked her harder and deeper. Despite her attempt to muffle any sound, a strangled yelp was still audible in the tiny room—though thankfully the noise the train was making meant nobody else would have heard, even if they were right outside the door.
    Seconds later, Ryan lost his battle with preventing the onset of his orgasm. His balls drew up to his body and the base of his spine tingled. He pushed his face harder into Blanche’s shoulder, resisting the temptation to sink his teeth in. The tingle became an explosion and he growled as his cock twitched, spurting load after load of spunk into the rubber. He dug his fingers