Passion start to rise
Later in the afternoon, Vlad walked in, looked at me wrapped up in my bathrobe, and then at the bags. We both smiled at each other and he came over to give me a kiss. He looked tired but he wanted a shower away the travel and work. I got up and worked out how to use the pod machine and let the machine create two cups of coffee. “So, how was your day?” The shower turned off just at the exact time the coffee was ready. I took out the two shirts and laid them out for him to see.
Vlad came back in in his bathrobe, grabbed me from behind and kissed me on the neck. “Are these for me? I had a good day, thanks. I think the early start has caught up with me.”
He picked up the shirts. “Yes, these are great, I love escorts who know how to dress a man. I like the detail on the white one. I should wear that this evening.”
We sat on the bed under the duvet, sipping coffee. I’d left the credit card on his bedside cabinet and he noticed it, but said nothing.
Instead, he took my coffee cup and eased off my bathrobe. Soon we lay naked under the duvet.
“I like you,” Vlad whispered, tracing my collarbone. I felt a shiver through me. He propped himself up on his arm and looked down at me.
I looked up at him. “I like you too. It feels different between us and I’m wondering why.”
Vlad kissed my collarbone and my sex throbbed in response. When I rang him about being followed, he’d done everything he could to get to me as quickly as possible, even going down a one-way road. “That’s not like me. I guess you’ve grown on me. I feel protective of you.”
“So, what are you trying to say, Vlad?” I looked up at his strong, square chin and could see the muscle twitching in his cheek. He smiled, “I would just like to spend some time with you. I know you are busy we your escorts business, and I’m busy, but we are both in London living near to each other, and I’d like to see more of you.”
I nodded and pulled his mouth down on mine. I kissed him tenderly, but it wasn’t long before I could feel the passion start to rise within us. There was an edge to him that I liked, but tonight he was tender. He took me slowly, as the rest of Paris came to life outside, and I came to life inside. There was a definite shift between us.