Making Love In France

Prior to our Roman holiday in early 1986 we spent the 1985 Christmas and New Year period in Paris, France. It was our first time in Paris as husband and wife, and we were excited.

We spent an entire morning at the Louvre, and yes we saw the Mona Lisa! But there were other wonderful artworks too, many paintings. We walked around Paris before heading to the Christmas Markets, to see what these folks were selling. They gave us a piece of creme brulee, it was very creamy. We then returned to our hotel.

Our hotel room had a beautiful view, and I admired it as I put on my favorite night dress. I sat on my knees on the edge of our bed, and my husband rubbed my neck and shoulders…

“Oh that feels great… Ahhhh you’re so good at this!” I moaned.

“I’m glad, ’cause I’m just getting started.” He said,

And he then decided to be cheeky and grab my bottom! I immediately turned around and said,

“I’m ready for you…”

I lay down and my husband climbed onto the bed. He gently and lightly ran his fingers over my ladyplace.

“Let’s do this French style my sexy lady…” said my handsome husband,

“Let’s…” I responded.

My husband French kissed me passionately, touched me everywhere before he stopped briefly to say,

“I love you, baby! I love you so much…”

“I love you too…” I exhaled, before he kissed me again, embraced me with one hand and ran his hand up my dress with the other until he reached my breasts, and stroked my right breast while trying to lift my dress off. So I helped him get me naked, by lifting my pelvic area, and gave him a hand with the dress.

Then when I was nude, I watched my husband take off his boxers, revealing his man-part, which my wet ladyplace was oh, so ready for.

As he stepped out of the boxers, I lay my head back and spread my legs. My husband came over me, and slid into me with ease. As we wrapped our arms around each other, my husband kissed me, and started thrusting as I let out light pleasure breaths. I lay my hand on the back of my husbands head, and I caressed his back.

My husband caressed me while he kissed my cheekbone. He did his classic move of massaging my sweetspot with his pubic bone. I climaxed so strongly I cried out, and had my arms around him tighter as I know he likes that, especially when I come. My husband did the same to me as he vocalized in ecstasy.

When we came down, he kissed my neck as I stroked his head. We rested for a few moments before he rolled off of me onto his back with his arm still around me. I rested my head on his chest and spread my arm across his sexy body. He kissed my hand, then caressed my arm, to embrace me. He kissed my head and stroked my hair as I embraced him back. We fell asleep in an embrace and woke up the same way in the morning.