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Christian slid his tongue deep inside of me. A cry of pleasure and surprise escaped my lips as his tongue darted in and out of my sex, each tiny little movement sending me ripples of pleasure. He was so deliberate in his movements, so knowledgeable of just which parts of the inside of me to tease to bring me pleasure unlike anything else.
    Over and over, his tongue continued to dart in and out of me. The pleasure inside of me began to build up, I could feel the familiar pressure in my body, the pressure telling me I was going to cum.
    “Ohhh Christian. Oh I’m going to cum!” I cried out as my legs began to tense up, but just as I was about to fall into the pleasure of orgasm, Christian pulled his tongue from me and looked up, grinning as I let out a cry of disappointment.
    “Not yet, my dear” he murmured as he sat back up. I watched as he stripped down, the soft light in the room showing off the subtle ripples of his muscular body. When he pulled down his pants, he revealed his shaft, hard and ready for action. I wanted him, more than anything on the planet. I needed that orgasm he’d denied me, I absolutely needed it. I was practically drooling at the thought of having him inside of me.
    Christian moved back in between my legs, and I knew this time I was going to get what I wanted. He rubbed his cock in my juices then pressed it against my entrance. As he slid inside of me with a single long, smooth stroke, Christian kissed me, wrapping his arms around me, and I’d never felt so perfectly in love as in that moment.
    He stroked my hair as he began to thrust in and out of me, slowly, ever so slowly. I wanted to cry at him, I wanted to scream at him to go faster, to give me that orgasm I wanted, but the smooth, deliberate strokes of his shaft inside of me sent a different type of pleasure coursing through me. It was like going down a soft stream on a gentle, warm spring day as opposed to white water rapids heading towards a waterfall. It was soft, but sent a constant, radiating pleasure through me nonetheless. It warmed by bones, made me feel like I was the most beautiful woman in the world. Christian was making love to me, and I had never felt so loved before in my life.
    As he continued to slide in and out of me, slowly taking his time as he brought me closer and closer to orgasm, I could feel the pressure building inside of me once more. He sped up slightly, bringing me closer and closer to the edge.
    “I’m going to cum! I’m going to cum this time!” I cried out, and Christian slid into me with a tiny bit more force than before, subtly yet definitely taking me over the edge, at the same time as his cock exploded inside of me.
    We came together, clutching each other as though for dear life. My cries of pleasure masked his own, as spurts of hot seed shot deep inside of me while my pussy pulsated around him, pure pleasure radiating through my body. I wrapped my legs around him, my muscles tensing, then releasing, completely exhausted from the effort exerted.
    Wave after wave of pleasure racked my body, and just as I was certain the orgasm was going to pass, another flow of bliss washed through me. This was pure, unadulterated pleasure, and I never wanted it to end.
    Unfortunately, however, it did end, and Christian and I collapsed together on his coat, laying together on the floor of the Eiffel tower.
    “That was amazing” I finally whispered, not trusting my voice to be able to speak completely.
    “Definitely. You’re incredible, Violet.”
    “So are you.”
    We lay there together in silence for a while, and after a few minutes Christian got up.
    “Stay there, I’ll be right back” he said, returning a couple of minutes later with two flutes of champagne.
    “Where on earth did you get these?” I asked as we toasted, standing up and watching the lights of Paris below us.
    “There’s a fridge up here, tourists can pay to get champagne, so I had the guard put a bottle in the fridge for me