We ate that on our way back down and that's when I thought our date had ended. I wouldn't care if it was, because it was amazing. But instead of driving back to the hotel, we drove the opposite way. We drove past the Arc de Triomphe and other famous sights, made even more beautiful as they light up after dark. Then we headed to the Moulin Rouge, home of the cancan, and in the Montmartre district we stopped for a dazzling performance of 'Feerie.'
I was amazed by all the beautiful monuments and all those lights. I couldn't stop smiling and I enjoyed every single minute of it.
..........
I let out a soft yawn before throwing my hand to the sight, slapping the person who was laying next to me square in the face.
"Ouch, woman!" Marco grunted, brushing the part of his face where I slapped him.
"Sorry." I mumbled kissing the top of his head.
"Good Morning pudding." he said in a husky morning voice. He then pushed me into his chest.
"Vasilios !" I squealed and then giggled when he placed kisses from my jaw to my neck.
"Ugh!" he groaned and closed his eyes.
"What?" I asked worried.
"Do you want me to take you now or do you want to wait longer?" he said through clenched teeth.
"Wait longer, we haven't had our one month anniversary yet."
He groaned in pain. "One month, that's thirty days of torture."
"I'm sorry, can't you just tell him to not get excited around me." I rolled my eyes and pushed myself off him so I could release him out of his 'torture.'
"He has a mind of his own. And have you seen yourself in that skimpy lace dress what you call pyjama? Women would turn lesbian for you, how can you expect my big boy not to react?"
"Big boy?" I said in a mocking voice and then laughed.
"Do you want to see it?" he asked, putting his hand under the covers.
"No!" I exclaimed, covering my face. "Not yet ! And I know it's big. It's literally poking the covers and we're sleeping with two."
"But can't you just give me a blowjob?" he whined.
Literally whined.
"No."
"Handjob?"
"No, I told you it's either everything or nothing. So wait until our one month anniversary or maybe longer---"
"I can't wait longer than that."
"So impatient, but oh well. You know already why you have to wait one month."
"Yes, yes." he replied and then mimicked me: "I don't go around spreading my legs to a guy I only dated for less than a month. I usually wait longer, maybe five or six months, but you're an exception Vasilios."
I burst into laughter. "For your information I don't sound like that."
"Oh you do, especially when you say Vasilios. The emphasis you put on my last name is such a huge, huge turn on." he licked his lips and winked at me.
"I will kiss your mouth shut!" I treated.
He smirked. "I dare you."
I moved closer to him and smashed my mouth against his. If we hadn't brushed our teeth last night, I wouldn't even think of doing this. As our lips crushed together, I felt like i was walking on air. It was magic, the way his lips felt against mine. It was so perfect to be real.His mouth was so warm, the caress of his lips soft and before I could deepen the kiss more he pushed me off him. I landed backwards on the bed when a whole bunch of curse words left his mouth.
"Fuck, Fuck, Fuck !" he yelled frustrated getting up from the bed. When he stood up I realized why he was angry. His big boy in his pant was standing in all his glory pointing at me.
"Look what you did !" he groaned pointing at his big boy.
"Get rid of it !" I yelled, my eyes glued at the huge bulge in his boxers, I was afraid it would tear it apart. For a moment the thought of 'if it would fit in me' crossed my mind. I shuddered and shook my head. "And by the way you were the one that dared me to kiss you."
"I didn't know he would get worse when you kissed me, I mean I should've know---But whatever, nevermind." he groaned, pulling his hair in frustration. "Do you enjoy looking at it? Are your panties soaked?"
"No.No. and No." I replied, "And no, I don't wear panties so they are not soaked."
"Do you want to talk dirty to me as I try to get rid of my big boy?" he pleaded.
"No." I stated firmly and stood up and walk towards him. I squatted down in front of him so I would be eye to eye to his big boy. Marco's eyes widened when he saw me doing that.
If he thinks I will give him a blowjob he's so wrong.
Instead I quickly patted his big boy and whispered: "Be a good big boy and don't get hard for me until next month okay?"
"What the fuck pudding? Did you just talked to my dick?!" he shrieked, a horrifying expression plastered on his face.
"What else did it look like? Do you want me to put a ring on it too?"
He wailed. "I'm so gonna punish you on our one month anniversary."
"I would like to see--- I mean feel that." I replied sassily.
"That sassy mouth of yours is going to do a splendid job. Now get up, because the position you're in is so tempting damn it!"
I stood up and laughed while he was glaring at me.
"Now." I said with a sweet smile. "Go take a cold shower and get rid of it. We have plans, you know."
He groaned and turned around and walked to the bathroom.
"Nice booty." I complimented his rear view.
"Shut up pudding! You're not making it easy!" he yelled back, closing the door behind him.
I laughed louder and shook my head. This is going to be an interesting one month.