The jetway is cold from the winter air, and Jack leans his body into mine, sweeping his arm loosely around me to keep me warm. “Will they be greeting us with a hot toddy once we board?” Jack laughs. I smile back at my handsome boyfriend, just steps away from our first holiday together.
“That would be nice! But we’ll probably have to settle for champagne.” I giggle, feeling nervous but excited. Today marks only six weeks of dating, yet here we are, about to embark on our first trip together. And not just any trip, a holiday in Paris, the city of love, on the weekend of love. In what fantasy world am I living? Love doesn’t just come this easily. I force the negativity from my mind. I am deserving of love. I remind myself of the words of my childhood therapist, still wanting to believe in love despite never having experienced it.
“Welcome aboard! Which seats are you in?” A sweet, southern flight attendant, clearly hailing from my hometown of Atlanta, greets us as we enter the business class cabin. She smiles at us and soft wrinkles form around her face, showing her age.
“3A and 3B,” I reply.
“Great, you’re right this way.” She points to the aisle in front of us and we make the short walk to our seats. Always the gentleman, Jack takes my suitcase from me and lifts it into the overhead compartment. I smile to myself, enjoying the view of his flexing muscles. His sky-blue eyes sparkle with the evening sun that shines through the windows. He wears dark jeans with a gray mock neck sweater zipped down to reveal a peek of his navy blue and white checkered shirt. Standing six feet tall with a strong linebacker build allows him to easily toss our bags above us.
“Window or aisle?” I turn to ask him, catching an excited grin on his face.
“Wow, babe, this is awesome! Are these really our seats?" He glances around the business class cabin, taking it all in.
“Yes! Just one of the perks of my job,” I nonchalantly respond, while secretly gloating that I have finally managed to impress him! He’s spent the last month and a half wining and dining me with opulent dinners, but thanks to my job I can get us business class to Paris!
“Well, this is awesome, thank you. And I’ll take the aisle…unless you want it?”
“Nope it’s all yours.” I slide into the window seat, setting my red Longchamp purse and matching tote bag in front of me. I catch a glimpse of myself in the window and smooth my medium-length blonde hair. My hazel eyes are complemented by my dark brown mascara and curled lashes. Light pink blush gives color to my otherwise pale complexion, with a similar tint on my large lips.
“Can I offer you two some champagne?”
“Yes, please!” Jack nods at the request. He takes the glasses from the flight attendant and hands one to me. “Cheers, baby. Here’s to a wonderful Valentine’s Day weekend that we’ll never forget.”
“I’ll drink to that!” My glass clinks with his and he leans over and gives me a quick kiss. Even the brief graze of his lips makes me squirm inside, reminding me of my wicked weekend plans for him. After forty-four days with my perfect-thus-far boyfriend, we’ve gotten to know each other in many ways, except one very obvious and intimate one. This weekend, I will be handing him my v-card. You’re not technically a virgin, Jess, my subconscious quickly reminds me. Will may not have been good in bed, but you did still sleep with him. I internally roll my eyes at the thought of my ex-boyfriend. Fine, if women were allotted two v-cards, Mr. Jackson Clarke would be the lucky recipient of card number 2.
The thought of giving myself to him has been on my mind since we first met, thanks to my impromptu enrollment in an online dating app, under the guidance of my dear friend Sarah. The stars were aligned for me and Jack; we met after just one day on the app, which gave me the push I needed to officially move past my boring and loathsome relationship with my college boyfriend, Will. A relationship that at times gave me glimpses of lust and even love, but never warranted true feelings or release of the L word.
“This champagne is fantastic!” Jack says, leaning into me. “Almost as fantastic as kissing you,” he says in a deep, quiet voice. Oh, my. Jack’s oversized lips quickly entrap mine, and I melt into the fantasy that awaits us just hours from now. Knowing what lies beneath his fitted dark jeans makes me squirm, imagining his sexiest muscle inside of me. Looks can be deceiving, Jess. Will looked the part but didn’t have the talent, remember? And do you really think that you’ve met the perfect guy and you can just fall in love and live happily ever after? “Mmmh,” Jack groans into my mouth and it’s just what I need to squash the negativity resounding within.
As the plane accelerates forward, I say a quick silent prayer to my non-denominational god. Thank you for my job at Global Airlines, which has given me the ability to fly to Paris in business class, with Jack. Thank you for Jack, my perfect, all-American boyfriend. And thank you for the mind-blowing sex that hopefully awaits. And maybe, one day, love.
After a five-course dinner with wine pairings, two movies, and a short, buzzed nap on the plane, we arrive à Paris. Brisk, snowy air greets us as we walk out of the subway tunnel onto the Champs-Élysées. The famous street is a beautiful sight even on the dark winter morning. White lights decorate the trees that line the wide street. Parisians ride bicycles through the crowds, making their way to work. The sidewalks are bolstered by the most amazing designer stores: Chanel, Burberry, Christian Dior Couture, Louis Vuitton, Dolce & Gabbana. And the list goes on.
Jack sees me bundling up, and he outstretches his right arm, pulling me close to his body. I take the cue and wrap my arms around him, holding him tightly. His black puffy jacket squishes against my arms and I giggle as he deflates in front of me. His gorgeous eyes scan ahead to the street in front of us. He has a slight rim of red around his eyelids, a telltale sign of the sleep we missed on the plane. His dark blond hair is a little rumpled, but despite his airplane bed head, he becomes even sexier as snowflakes decorate his short mane. His cheeks are rosy from brisk air, and it reminds me of his post-orgasm glow.
“Oh, don’t worry baby, I’ll warm you right up once we get to our room." Yes! My body starts craving the post-breakfast dessert, a hot Americano sliding down my throat.
“Oh yeah? Maybe I’ll warm you up." My frisky comment draws his attention.
“I’d like to see that. Come on, the Sofitel is just up ahead,” he nods.
We’re finally alone. I hear Jack bid adieu to the bellman and the door to our hotel room close, signaling my heart to beat faster, thinking of what comes next. I stare back at myself in the mirror, feeling my erotic anticipation overriding my incoming jetlag. I quickly splash water on my face and gargle some mouthwash in a sixty-second attempt at freshening up. I pull the towel to my face and sense Jack is just a few steps behind me.
“So,” he says, posting himself up in the bathroom doorway, looking unbelievably sexy in his wrinkled undershirt and eighteen-hour stubble.
“So,” I respond back with a giggle, unsure if I’m ready to make my move or not.
“So, Jess. You kidnapped me and forced me to come to Paris, and now you have me here. In your hotel room.” He pauses, sauntering slowly toward me. “So…” another pause, this time a wicked grin spreading across his face, “what are you going to do with me?”
Oh, fuck me. Literally. I lunge at him, stopping him dead in his tracks. I grab at his belt and pull it furiously as I kiss him hard. “I’m going to have my way with you,” I moan the words, and as he grabs my head, I feel his divine mouth move into an approving smile. My lips quickly part, wanting to taste him. All of him. My fingers quickly find the button on his pants and I undo it using my thumb and two fingers. I unzip him in one easy movement, then use both of my hands to push his pants to the floor. Jack reaches his left arm around my back, then grabs the fabric of my sweater dress and lifts it up, resting his palm on my bare ass.
I fumble with the buttons on Jack’s shirt, and I have only undone three of them before I feel a warm finger circling my clitoris. “God, baby, you’re so wet for me.” He groans into my ear as his finger slides deeper inside of me. “I want you, Jess.” His words radiate through my desperate body and a small squeak falls out of my mouth. Jack pulls me to him and I feel his long, hard cock through his boxer briefs. Our eyes meet, and we stare deep into each other as we both pant, knowing what’s to come. Hopefully me! Jack guides me backward a few steps before he stops to lean his back against the side of the sofa, then slides a second finger inside of me. My body gyrates with his hand, responding to his touch. He withdraws his fingers and moves both of his hands around my back, finding the zipper of my dress. His hands are warm and strong, and they move purposefully, teasing me as he goes painstakingly slow to remove my dress.
My thoughts are pleading with him to get it off. To get me off. Please, Jack, fuck me already! His breathing is heavy, and he groans into my ear as I step out of my dress. “I can’t wait any longer, baby. I need to have you. Now.” His eyes stare into mine, looking for my approval before he continues. Finally!
“I want you too, Jack,” I respond with a whisper of approval. He kisses me with need and scoops his hands below my ass, lifting me up to him. My arms are wrapped around his neck, my legs holding tightly around him. I balance myself against his body, and Jack slowly kneels, taking us both to the ground. My bare bottom lands on the plush rug beneath me. Jack scoots me forward as he leans me on my back. I feel his warm man muscle slide across my clitoris, and my body nearly explodes. I will myself to wait for him to be inside me before letting go. I lie on my back and slide my hands down Jack’s strong arms. I feel him inching toward me, and his body slowly lowers onto mine as our eyes lock. He leans down and my mouth meets his, our tongues lingering passionately.
Finally, I feel his throbbing manhood against the apex of my peach and I wiggle my hips, trying to push him inside of me. It slides against my wetness and Jack gives me a quick thrust to push his body inside of mine. We both groan as our bodies connect for the first time, and I relish how he fills me completely. Our bodies begin to grind together in perfect rhythm and Jack wastes no time further exploring me. His mouth moves to my neck, sending erotic tingles through every millimeter, making me suddenly aware of every nerve ending in my body. His lips move down to my right breast, and he pauses, gently sucking it, and I feel the need swelling inside of me. My left breast is his next target and my back arches, allowing him to take more of it in his mouth. His hot mouth sucks, and nibbles, and then sucks it some more. His tongue swirls around across my nipple in torturous rhythm until I can’t take it any longer. My legs begin to shake and Jack’s eyes stare wickedly into mine. He grabs my hair and kisses me hard while moving his hips faster and faster, forcing me to let go, my body exploding around him. So, this is what I’ve been missing! The feeling is so intense I can barely breathe; I inhale oxygen only through my shallow moans that I can barely control.
“You ok, baby?” I nod my head as I focus on my ruggedly handsome boyfriend. Jack continues thrusting inside of me, but slows his pace as I catch my breath. My fingers move across his back, holding him tightly, and I feel the orgasm growing inside of me again. The muscles in his back and arms begin to tighten and his rhythm increases. Each movement massages me inside, bringing me closer and closer to another climax. I didn’t know I could do this once, much less twice in a row! The intense feelings overtake me as the explosion rises to the edge of the surface once more. I see Jack’s face twist as he edges closer to his release. Then, his muscles tighten further and his body vibrates across mine as he comes, grabbing me tightly. Feeling him lose control extracts my second orgasm. Our bodies shake while we clutch each other’s skin. My. Mind. Is. Blown.