to the Louvre and, like many first-time tourists, had also neglected to factor in the miles and miles of corridors within the gigantic museum itself. By lunchtime they had seen so many paintings, statues, sculptures and sarcophagi that everything had started to bleed together. And now Kelly was sure her feet must be bleeding too.
‘I can’t take any more,’ she gasped, sinking onto a bench. She wrenched off her shoes with a hiss of pain. Why hadn’t she thought to bring her hiking boots? Even trainers would have been a better choice than the battered old ballet flats she’d worn. They were her most comfortable shoes and generally the kindest to her feet, but not for this kind of route march. At least she’d had the sense not to wear heels. ‘I also think I’m about to die from art overload.’
Jake gave her a sympathetic smile and sat down next to her. ‘You poor thing. Here, let me see.’
She stretched out her legs and he cupped her bare feet in his hands. Kelly sighed with pleasure at the contact as her feet throbbed beneath his warm fingers. He bent his head down to kiss her burning toes, making her moan.
Kelly leaned her head back against the marble wall, relaxing into his touch. The sensual relief felt so good it was almost worth the pain. Already her feet felt invigorated. ‘That’s nice,’ she purred.
‘You really should have told me you were tired, you know. I’d have stopped.’
‘How can you not be tired?’ she asked, bewildered. For the past hour she’d been marvelling at his stamina, trying desperately not to complain herself and hoping that any minute Jake would suggest they break for lunch. But he was as indefatigable a tourist as he was a lover.
He looked thoughtful for a moment. ‘I guess I am a bit tired now you mention it.’
‘Now you mention it.’ She had to laugh. It was one of the things she loved so much about him. He was capable of losing himself absolutely in whatever he was doing. He would focus on a task to the total exclusion of the outside world, oblivious to any distraction. And when she was the task he was focused on, nothing existed at all but the two of them.
‘Well, I’m knackered,’ she said. ‘And starving. And dying for a glass of wine. No, make that a bottle.’
Jake laughed. ‘Fair enough. I’ve probably seen enough art myself for one day. Can you make it to a restaurant or shall I carry you?
‘Mmmm, there’s a nice idea,’ she said, slipping her shoes back on. Her feet tingled pleasantly from the attention, a sensation that travelled up her legs to where she wanted him most. ‘But I wouldn’t want to waste all your energy.’
‘Of course not. Not when there’s still the Eiffel Tower and Notre Dame and the Arc de Triomphe yet to see.’
‘I was actually thinking more about when we get back to our room.’ She’d been craving his touch all morning, despite being tired and hungry and fed up from the awful flight. But the lure of champagne and pain au chocolat and the attractions of Paris had convinced her to wait. Sights first, then sex. Now, however, her body was getting impatient.
Jake gave her an indulgent smile. ‘I’m sure we’ll both have plenty of energy for that,’ he said. ‘We always do.’
Kelly squirmed, chastened. He had all the discipline she lacked. His resolve was incredible and she knew he enjoyed tormenting her by making her wait. If he kept it up she was likely to ravish him in the street.
They expected the restaurant they found to be touristy and overpriced, with snooty waiters who would pretend not to understand their pathetic attempts at French. But they couldn’t have been more wrong. They ordered a bottle of Bordeaux and a platter of oysters and langoustines, a messy sensual feast that had Kelly sighing with bliss at each mouthful.
The waiter had suggested they visit Notre Dame after lunch, as the clear sky promised a spectacular view of the city from the towers. And she wanted to see it, really. But the insistent throbbing heat between her legs kept distracting her. Good food in lush surroundings was a sexual experience in itself and she couldn’t stop the barrage of fantasies.
‘What’s going on in that filthy mind of yours?’ Jake asked, feeding her an oyster from across the table.
She blushed, swallowing the savoury morsel. ‘Is it that obvious?’
‘I’m expecting to hear the “I’ll have what she’s having” line from someone any minute.’
Kelly cracked open another langoustine and made a show of sucking the juice off her fingers. ‘I’m just enjoying my food,’ she said innocently.
He knew full well he was driving her crazy. Just being with him aroused her to a near frenzy and he’d been teasing her all morning, showering her with little treats like a cherished pet and surreptitiously stroking her when she wasn’t expecting it. He’d cupped her breasts from behind in the anonymous crowd clustered around the Venus de Milo and she’d pressed her bottom against the bulge she could feel in his trousers. It had been some time before they were able to move on.
Their next course was roasted bone marrow, a succulent indulgence they both immediately fell in love with.
‘If only you could eat it off my naked body,’ Kelly said, not at all quietly. A couple two tables away raised their heads and then lowered them just as quickly.
‘We’ll go to Japan someday,’ Jake said, ‘and you can be my sushi platter.’
The image sent a surge of desire through her body as she imagined the cold delicacies arranged over her naked breasts and belly, Jake plucking them away one at a time with chopsticks while she did her best to hold still for him.
She couldn’t take it any more. She kicked her shoes off under the table and stretched her right leg out until her bare foot rested in Jake’s lap. Then she began to stroke him with her toes. His cock swelled in response and she ignored the warning look he gave her. She took a sip of wine as though nothing was going on. At last he was unable to restrain a small moan. So she wasn’t the only one hungry for more than Parisienne cuisine. Kelly beamed triumphantly at her victory. She was never disappointed to lose such battles of wills but the occasional win kept things interesting.
The waiter arrived to clear their table for the next course and Kelly took the opportunity to manoeuvre her other foot into Jake’s lap. It was tricky but she finally managed to anchor his zip between both big toes. Jake smacked her foot half-heartedly but she refused to be deterred. Finally he allowed her to slide the zip down and he edged his chair in closer to the table.
Their main courses arrived just as Kelly wrapped her feet around Jake’s cock, pressing the warm hardness between her tender soles. She used her toes as she would her tongue to tickle him just underneath the swollen head and he bit his lip to avoid making any sound as she slid her feet up and down along his length. She bumped the table with her knee and wine sloshed onto the white lace tablecloth. But she didn’t stop.
They each took an occasional bite of food as Kelly brought him nearer and nearer to climax and when Jake dropped his napkin into his lap she knew he was almost there. He closed his eyes with a little gasp as she felt his cock begin to twitch. His seed dripped hot and wet over her insteps and between her toes. Her sex pulsed in response.
Jake was able to maintain his composure as he tidied them both up and Kelly glanced around at the other diners. No one had noticed a thing. She put her feet back down on the floor and smiled sweetly at her husband.
