Part 51

Part 51: Explicit

At this point I don't know which end is up. For the past hour and a half, give or take 20 minutes, we've had the most mind blowing connection that anyone can experience. Still wrapped around one another trying to hold each other up, a phone rings. Now, we're at the top of the Eiffel Tower. Who could be calling up here, really! Eric kisses me, told me to hold tight, and that he'll be right back. When he answered the phone, all he said was; okay, alright, that would be great, and thank you. It wasn't for me to ask but after he hung the phone up, he walked towards me standing straight, and hanging low. He cracks a smile then the elevator doors open and a big bag was placed outside of the door. Eric went to retrieve the bag and came back with two big blankets. What a relief because I didn't think we could make it another round standing.

Our makeshift bed has been made, us laying between the covers, and Eric between me. My legs wrapped around his waist, our bodies so close that I can feel the hairs growing back under his belly button. His face deep in my neck, my hands rubbing his back as he strokes me slowly. Our bodies moving as one with every direction he shifts. He moves his hand down my body, rubbing me rough but with a smooth motion. Wrapping his arm somewhat around my waist, he lifts us both up. In the position to do a one arm push up, he sets our bodies in vigorous motion. In pleasure my head tilted back, opening my eyes to see the view of Paris from the Eiffel Tower, while being pleased immensely. Once again, our bodies match one another, climaxing concurrently.

Both exhausted, we make our way to put our clothes on and head back to the hotel. When we got to the front doors, we busted out laughing because a few of our team members was in the lobby shaking their heads at us. Greeting them with a smile, we head straight to our room. Showered and cuddled together in bed. Eric holds me from the back with his arms so tight around me that moving wasn't an option. Moving my hips, showing him, I was far from being done. That shower gave me my second wind, unfortunately it didn't seem to give Eric his. Breaking from his hold, he turns over on his back. Sliding on top of him, gliding his "export" into my "import" jolts him, which gave him life.