Paris (Sarah / Alec)
From Nonny - Alec and Sarah in Paris for your plane au sexy. pretty please
There are three things that Sarah learned while being in Paris, she reflects as she lays in bed and watches the Eiffel Tower twinkling from across the city.
Firstly, Paris is indeed the most romantic city in the world, not that she has ever disagreed with its title but it’s nice to finally experience it for herself.
Secondly, she’s going to gain so much weight from all the pastries she’s been eating. Sometimes, she resists the temptation. Most times, she just gives in and sinks her teeth into yet another chocolate éclair. The first time when she has a bit of chocolate stuck to the corner of her lips like a child she was completely embarrassed when Alec pointed it. She didn’t feel flustered for very long because he leaned in, half kissed and half licked it off her, which has lead her to eating messily from time to time especially when chocolates are involved.
Speaking of Alec, it brings her to the third thing she learned in Paris. Alec Hardy purrs. That’s right, Captain Alec Hardy, sometimes known as Grumpy, purrs like a kitten. A rumbling from deep within his masculine chest that is plastered to her back as of this instant.
“You’re still not sleeping,” he murmurs as he props his head up on his elbow and smiles at their reflection in the window.
Sarah shakes her head lightly and squeezes the hand resting on her hip. “It’s our last night here,” she replies with a pout.
He chuckles, “we can always come back, Darlin’.”
“Will you buy me more chocolate éclairs?”
“Will you get them all over your mouth on purpose?”
“You know?!” Sarah cringes and covers her face with her hands. “And you never told me?! This is so embarrassing.”
“I think it’s cute,” he whispers as he gently peels her hands away from her face. “You’re really cute, Sarah. I don’t mind cleaning it off you.”
She turns as red as her hair and Alec runs his finger over her lips before replacing it with his lips. Humming sweetly against his lips, she loops her arms around his neck, her fingers running them through his soft hair. She gasps when his fingers brush against the underside of her breasts, cupping them. Gently, he squeezes her breasts, massaging them as he teases her nipples with his thumbs.
“None of that,” he shakes his head slowly as she bites back a moan, “let me hear you, Darlin’”.
His Scottish brogue particular strong in her ears and a chill rushes down her spine. She feels the dampness pooling between her thighs and vaguely wonders how he can get her worked up so easily. He has barely begun touching her and she’s already shaking with excitement of what’s to come.
“Alec,” she murmurs, running her hands down his chest, “has anyone told you your accent is really sexy?”
Smirking, Alec leans down and wraps his lips around her sweet pink nipples, flicking his tongue over it. “You like it, lass?”
She nods, arching her back. He moves to pay the same attention to its twins as she moans freely, sighing his name to encourage him as he pepper kisses down her soft belly, nipping at her hips. “Oh, God!” Sarah’s eyes shoots open as he runs his tongue flatly over her slit. Her breathing labours as she fists the sheets. “Alec - oh! - you…” she cries out, “you…don’t have… Fuck!”
“Shh, I want to,” Alec soothes with a gentle smile and keeps his eye on her while he runs his tongue over her slit again, “let me make love to you, Sarah.”
Make love. No one has ever said those words to her before. It’s always just sex, even with her more serious relationships. Who knew Alec Hardy could be so passionate, she thinks as she watches him lavish attention on her clit. She curses and shuts her eyes tightly because the image of him sinking two long fingers into her is too much to bear.
“You’re so sexy when you curse, Darlin’,” he whispers against her clit, making sure the accent she loves so much is strong and thick, causing her to spew out a string of curses again. His fingers slide in and out of her, curling in all the right places which has her seeing fireworks behind her eyelids. “That’s it,” he coaxes. He feels her insides squeezing him tightly and he can’t wait to be inside her again. “Come for me. I want to hear you.”
Between his words, his talented fingers and tongue, Sarah have no control over her own body. Her orgasm comes crashing into her, like a full body slam and she’s helpless against it. Alec feels a surge of pride bubbling within him as he takes in her flushed skin and hazy eyes. He whispers sweet nothings in her ears, breathing in her scent deeply. She smells like that French lavender from that little town in the South of France she adores and also a little like him. That thought makes him want to pound his fists on his chest like a caveman.
“Alec,” she cups his cheeks and sighs happily, her eyes fluttering against his neck. “I want you.”
Alec never thought that three simple words could have such effect on him but it does, especially coming from Sarah. He captures her lips in a fiery kiss, hands roaming over their heated skin and he rips his lips away from her when she wraps her delicate hands around his hardness.
“Sarah…” Why does her name sound so perfect and wonderful when it tumbles out of his lips she’ll never know. It’s a common name but when he says it, it’s like the most beautiful thing in the world. “Sarah,” he repeats breathlessly.
“I,” she says, squeezing his teasingly in her hands, “want you.” She wraps her legs around his waist, locking her ankles behind his back and tugs him back to her, kissing him for all he’s worth. “Now.”
There’s something very sexy about Sarah when she’s assertive like this.
“Oh God!”
She tosses her head back, digging her nails into his shoulders as he pushes himself into her. “You feel so good, Darlin’,” he mutters breathlessly when he buries himself completely within her. His idea of taking it slow is thrown out of the window as she begins rolling her hips, setting a demanding pace that he happily follows. He thrusts furiously into her and twists his hips so he’s rubbing against that same spot that has her screaming his name earlier.
“Yes, yes, yes!” She lifts her hips off the mattress and pushes him deeper into her, causing them both to cry out at the new angle. “Don’t stop, Alec,” she begs, clenching herself tightly around his wonderful hardness, “so close, baby.”
She reaches down to toy with her nipples, rolling them between her fingers and Alec swears under his breath. Watching Sarah touch herself is the hottest thing he has ever witnessed. He presses his thumb firmly against her swollen pearl, massaging it in counterpoint to his thrusts in hopes to bring her to a blissful conclusion quickly.
“That’s it, Darlin’,” he snarls, huffing loudly as his own orgasm approaches. “Don’t hold back.”
Before she knows it, her eyeballs roll to the back of her head and she’s screaming his name as she comes. The sensation of Sarah squeezing him tightly has him losing control and with a snarl, he shoots into her.
Through his haze, he feels her smile against his shoulders, her gentle hands stroking his back and he smiles as well. Reluctantly, he extracts himself from her slowly. He will hate himself if he ever hurt her in their love making sessions or any time at all. He already knows she’s the one for him and he’s damn well going to treasure her.
“Paris is pretty magical, huh?” she giggles and she snuggles close to him.
“It’s only magical because I’m here with you,” Alec tells her seriously. “I’ve been here before and I don’t remember it being this beautiful, Sarah.”
“Flatterer,” she blushes but tightens her arms around him.
“We’ll come back any time you want,” he promises.
“We’ll always have Pairs?” she teases and he grins too, capturing her lips in a loving kiss.
Cliché, but so true Sarah thinks as she melts into his arms.
There are three things that Sarah learned while being in Paris, she reflects as she lays in bed and watches the Eiffel Tower twinkling from across the city.
Firstly, Paris is indeed the most romantic city in the world, not that she has ever disagreed with its title but it’s nice to finally experience it for herself.
Secondly, she’s going to gain so much weight from all the pastries she’s been eating. Sometimes, she resists the temptation. Most times, she just gives in and sinks her teeth into yet another chocolate éclair. The first time when she has a bit of chocolate stuck to the corner of her lips like a child she was completely embarrassed when Alec pointed it. She didn’t feel flustered for very long because he leaned in, half kissed and half licked it off her, which has lead her to eating messily from time to time especially when chocolates are involved.
Speaking of Alec, it brings her to the third thing she learned in Paris. Alec Hardy purrs. That’s right, Captain Alec Hardy, sometimes known as Grumpy, purrs like a kitten. A rumbling from deep within his masculine chest that is plastered to her back as of this instant.
“You’re still not sleeping,” he murmurs as he props his head up on his elbow and smiles at their reflection in the window.
Sarah shakes her head lightly and squeezes the hand resting on her hip. “It’s our last night here,” she replies with a pout.
He chuckles, “we can always come back, Darlin’.”
“Will you buy me more chocolate éclairs?”
“Will you get them all over your mouth on purpose?”
“You know?!” Sarah cringes and covers her face with her hands. “And you never told me?! This is so embarrassing.”
“I think it’s cute,” he whispers as he gently peels her hands away from her face. “You’re really cute, Sarah. I don’t mind cleaning it off you.”
She turns as red as her hair and Alec runs his finger over her lips before replacing it with his lips. Humming sweetly against his lips, she loops her arms around his neck, her fingers running them through his soft hair. She gasps when his fingers brush against the underside of her breasts, cupping them. Gently, he squeezes her breasts, massaging them as he teases her nipples with his thumbs.
“None of that,” he shakes his head slowly as she bites back a moan, “let me hear you, Darlin’”.
His Scottish brogue particular strong in her ears and a chill rushes down her spine. She feels the dampness pooling between her thighs and vaguely wonders how he can get her worked up so easily. He has barely begun touching her and she’s already shaking with excitement of what’s to come.
“Alec,” she murmurs, running her hands down his chest, “has anyone told you your accent is really sexy?”
Smirking, Alec leans down and wraps his lips around her sweet pink nipples, flicking his tongue over it. “You like it, lass?”
She nods, arching her back. He moves to pay the same attention to its twins as she moans freely, sighing his name to encourage him as he pepper kisses down her soft belly, nipping at her hips. “Oh, God!” Sarah’s eyes shoots open as he runs his tongue flatly over her slit. Her breathing labours as she fists the sheets. “Alec - oh! - you…” she cries out, “you…don’t have… Fuck!”
“Shh, I want to,” Alec soothes with a gentle smile and keeps his eye on her while he runs his tongue over her slit again, “let me make love to you, Sarah.”
Make love. No one has ever said those words to her before. It’s always just sex, even with her more serious relationships. Who knew Alec Hardy could be so passionate, she thinks as she watches him lavish attention on her clit. She curses and shuts her eyes tightly because the image of him sinking two long fingers into her is too much to bear.
“You’re so sexy when you curse, Darlin’,” he whispers against her clit, making sure the accent she loves so much is strong and thick, causing her to spew out a string of curses again. His fingers slide in and out of her, curling in all the right places which has her seeing fireworks behind her eyelids. “That’s it,” he coaxes. He feels her insides squeezing him tightly and he can’t wait to be inside her again. “Come for me. I want to hear you.”
Between his words, his talented fingers and tongue, Sarah have no control over her own body. Her orgasm comes crashing into her, like a full body slam and she’s helpless against it. Alec feels a surge of pride bubbling within him as he takes in her flushed skin and hazy eyes. He whispers sweet nothings in her ears, breathing in her scent deeply. She smells like that French lavender from that little town in the South of France she adores and also a little like him. That thought makes him want to pound his fists on his chest like a caveman.
“Alec,” she cups his cheeks and sighs happily, her eyes fluttering against his neck. “I want you.”
Alec never thought that three simple words could have such effect on him but it does, especially coming from Sarah. He captures her lips in a fiery kiss, hands roaming over their heated skin and he rips his lips away from her when she wraps her delicate hands around his hardness.
“Sarah…” Why does her name sound so perfect and wonderful when it tumbles out of his lips she’ll never know. It’s a common name but when he says it, it’s like the most beautiful thing in the world. “Sarah,” he repeats breathlessly.
“I,” she says, squeezing his teasingly in her hands, “want you.” She wraps her legs around his waist, locking her ankles behind his back and tugs him back to her, kissing him for all he’s worth. “Now.”
There’s something very sexy about Sarah when she’s assertive like this.
“Oh God!”
She tosses her head back, digging her nails into his shoulders as he pushes himself into her. “You feel so good, Darlin’,” he mutters breathlessly when he buries himself completely within her. His idea of taking it slow is thrown out of the window as she begins rolling her hips, setting a demanding pace that he happily follows. He thrusts furiously into her and twists his hips so he’s rubbing against that same spot that has her screaming his name earlier.
“Yes, yes, yes!” She lifts her hips off the mattress and pushes him deeper into her, causing them both to cry out at the new angle. “Don’t stop, Alec,” she begs, clenching herself tightly around his wonderful hardness, “so close, baby.”
She reaches down to toy with her nipples, rolling them between her fingers and Alec swears under his breath. Watching Sarah touch herself is the hottest thing he has ever witnessed. He presses his thumb firmly against her swollen pearl, massaging it in counterpoint to his thrusts in hopes to bring her to a blissful conclusion quickly.
“That’s it, Darlin’,” he snarls, huffing loudly as his own orgasm approaches. “Don’t hold back.”
Before she knows it, her eyeballs roll to the back of her head and she’s screaming his name as she comes. The sensation of Sarah squeezing him tightly has him losing control and with a snarl, he shoots into her.
Through his haze, he feels her smile against his shoulders, her gentle hands stroking his back and he smiles as well. Reluctantly, he extracts himself from her slowly. He will hate himself if he ever hurt her in their love making sessions or any time at all. He already knows she’s the one for him and he’s damn well going to treasure her.
“Paris is pretty magical, huh?” she giggles and she snuggles close to him.
“It’s only magical because I’m here with you,” Alec tells her seriously. “I’ve been here before and I don’t remember it being this beautiful, Sarah.”
“Flatterer,” she blushes but tightens her arms around him.
“We’ll come back any time you want,” he promises.
“We’ll always have Pairs?” she teases and he grins too, capturing her lips in a loving kiss.
Cliché, but so true Sarah thinks as she melts into his arms.