A Bride Worth Billions (43 page)

I wanted more. I wanted Brian to penetrate me and make me feel sorry for asking more of him. I unbuttoned his jeans and he took the lead in throwing it away. He used his tight arms and tore my skirt away. In one go, I was bare. Naked. Laid in the middle of the grassland and melting in Brian’s arms.

He touched my genitalia with his fingers and massaged the surroundings slowly but with passion. I moaned with joy and didn’t want him to stop. But he had something else planned for me. He wanted to bless me with the best time of my life. I am so grateful that he did the next step. He placed his index finger on my hole and started to enter it. His mouth was near my shoulder, biting me hard and his other hand kept playing with the tip of my breast. My hands were all over his back and I penetrated my nails hard into his skin.

Gradually he took two fingers and dug them down into my genitalia. “Fuck me Brian!” I screamed out so loud that the entire New York City would hear my cries. I desperately wanted Brian to fuck me and finish what he started. I couldn’t wait for anymore. I wanted him inside me.

He smiled and kissed me one more time. He took his hands out and placed them on my other breast that had started to feel a little neglected. It was happy to get the touch of his hard hands and was erected in no time. Brian started to penetrate me and started with an amazing pace. We both were flaring with heat and our orgasm started to peak. Right from the start, he penetrated the whole of me and touched the sensitive spot in one go. It was exactly what I was hoping for. Harder than the last time, he kept on penetrating me, kissing me and sucking my tongue, playing with my nipples and pressing my breasts with his strong hands.

He kept penetrating me for a very long time. I was sure that I had multiple orgasms at the same time. I couldn’t even measure the amount of time we spent in the lovemaking, as the unit of time didn’t exist anymore. He was a God and he showed me a new world with how he made love to me. I couldn’t stop anymore and reached the highest peak of my orgasm. He came along the same time and dug his teeth on my breast. I felt a painful strike but loved that sweet form of pain.

I looked at him and smiled. I thanked him with that look and saw the sparkle in his eyes, speaking almost the same language. We got dressed up and lay ourselves on the grass, staring at the wide cloudless sky.

“Where do you want to go?” he asked me all of a sudden, expecting me to reply as fast as I could.

“Quickly!” he insisted.

“What do you mean?”

“If you could go anywhere in the world right now, where would it be?” he cleared.

“I would love to go to Paris of course. But not the Paris in the present. No! I would like to go to Paris is the 1960s. The kind of Paris that was untouched by the human technology and where romance was alive in its purest form. Yes, I would love to go to the Paris of the 1960s,” I finally concluded.

“Tap here now!” he said, pointing towards the gadget he was wearing on his wrist.

I tapped the screen and he asked me to close his eyes. I opened them when I felt a strong winter breeze on my skin, making me feel cold.

I couldn’t believe what I just saw. I was no longer in New York. We were no longer sitting in Central Park. In a matter of a few seconds, we were teleported to Paris. My wish was fulfilled. There were only a handful of people around us and we were sitting under the Eiffel Tower. It didn’t take me very long to realize that we were not living in the present, but the past. It was what I asked for. He took me back in time. He did the impossible.

I was living in the past. I was in Paris of the 1960s.

“Is this real?”

“Every bit of it! Welcome to the Paris of 1960. Have a great ride!” he smiled and held me from my back. He kissed me hard right in front of Eifel tower. We kept kissing each other and exploring our future with our tongue in the next few minutes. That right there – was my happy ending.

I couldn’t believe the beauty of the place.

“Paris, in Paris”, he whispered in my ears and I blushed. Those who have never been to Paris certainly need to make a visit. There is something so ethereal and beautiful about the place that it leaves you mesmerized.

I wanted to be at so many places together and the fact that Brian was with me gave my heart a happy jolt. He asked me what I wanted to visit and I kept narrating a long list of places.

I wanted to see so many things and make too many memories. We were standing just outside the Eiffel tower and I wanted to freeze the moment. It was Grand Palais where my parents had met and Brian took me there. I felt what my parents must have felt when they first locked their eyes with each other. I was blessed to feel the same thing with Brian. There was a comfort in knowing that I was feeling love at the same place where my parents had felt it.

He took me to Notre dame de Paris and we walked hand in hand, nuzzling and cuddling all the while. I saw the beauty of the river Seine and it was all like a fairytale dream. I loved the fact that my parents had named me Paris because it was definitely the most romantic city ever.

I was ecstatic with joy and I felt like there was nothing that could get better. Brian looked at me and smiled because he was happy at my happiness. I took too many pictures as I wanted the moment to stay still. Brian smiled and told me not to waste the time taking pictures because they won’t stay.

“What do you mean they won’t stay?”

“Honey, we have traveled back in time. You can’t store a memory of the old times because you’re floating in space. You are experiencing all of it but your corporeal body is still in the current dimension.”

I was a little sad, but he kissed me and right there, I forgot every single worry.

“You don’t need to worry. I can’t get you the Paris of 1960’s but I promise when we head back, I am going to bring you to Paris and then you can click as many pictures as you want and they will stay.”

I clapped my hands like a little girl and danced around screaming, “woo hoo”. I was jumping with excitement and as I twirled, my legs got wobbly and I fell on Brian. The movement was so sudden that Brian couldn’t stay in place either and he jerked back and crashed at the pole.

Everything happened so quick that we barely had time to react. I laughed at my silliness and was still smiling until I heard Brian curse.

“Shit! This won’t be good. Fuck! What would I do?”

He was talking more to himself, but I couldn’t understand what had happened. I tried to process the last few moments and absolutely everything seemed normal to me. When I asked him, what was wrong, he gave me no answers.

He asked me to wait at the coffee shop which was across the street as he had something urgent to do. I couldn’t understand what was wrong but agreed because there was so much to Brian which I was still to know.

He promised he would be back and kissed me briefly and left. I walked the few steps to the coffee store which had a very ancient feel to it. I sat there and ordered a hot cappuccino and drank it reliving the beautiful moments I had spent in Brian’s arms.

As time ticked, my restlessness grew. I looked at the old antique clock on the wall. It had been three hours since Brian had gone and there were no signs of his returns. I was scared of him. He had looked tensed.

A lot of thoughts came to me. What if he wasn’t permitted to be in love? What would happen if time travel was not allowed? What could possibly be the reason for his worry? Was there an outer power intervening with our life?

There were too many questions and only Brian could answer. I realized I was a stranger in a new city. I was not even in the same time zone and I had no clue of what to do. What if Brian never returned? I had no way to go back to my old life and I started crying.

I saw a guy looking at my table and I was scared. His eyes looked dark and he was drunk. I was alone and I didn’t know what to do. I looked around and found that the coffee shop was nearly empty. I looked at the server and she passed me a smile.

I put my hands in my pocket and saw that I had no money. I tried explaining to her that I was lost in the city and she told that the coffee was on her. I thanked her for her generosity and wanted to continue talking so that I could shake off the fear. However, the strange guy kept looking at me. His gaze was steady and I decided I had to make a quick exit. As I started leaving the place, he followed me. He was a lot quicker for his age and when he held my hands; my heart began palpitating with fear.

“What do you need? Please let me go.”

He smirked and said, “Not so easily. What are you wearing? You look different. Let me take you home. We can have a lot of fun.”

I repulsed at his touch and tried to push him, but he had a very strong grip. He was perhaps no more than 40 and his hands had a very strong grip.

He pinned me on the wall and he tried groping me. I cried for help, but he put one of his hands on my mouth. I was aghast at how suddenly things had changed until I found someone throwing him off.

I was relieved to see Brian. I ran and quickly melted in his arms.

“Where did you go? Why did you leave me alone? I was so scared without you. I love Paris but only when I am here with you.”

I was blabbering and crying and he kissed me and I stopped muttering and cherished the feel of his lips on me. The stranger had run away and Brian wanted to hunt him down and hurt him, but I asked him to let it go. I had Brian and nothing else mattered.

I loved Paris, but it was not where I belonged. Once the excitement of seeing the romantic beauty of Paris had worn down, I wanted to be back in my city so that we could be in the right dimension and actually have each other by our side. I wanted Brian in my today and not in a time locked in the past.

I looked in his eyes and I said, “Take me back to where we were. Let us start our times together. I want my tomorrow to be with you. We will travel to the Paris of today and we will make it beautiful with our love.”

He had a sad look in his eyes and I couldn’t understand what it meant. I remembered he had run away for an errand and when I asked him, what it was, he showed me his wrist.

The gadget was gone and I was shocked. I understood what had happened. As I had tripped and fallen, his gadget had broken by being hit by the pole. This is why Brian had rushed away. I was appalled and wondered what would happen!

“Would we always be stuck here Brian? Can I never see my people again? What is going to happen? Are there consequences of this time travel? Are you in danger, Brian?”

“One question at a time,” he said and then he told that he had got it fixed. He needed some kind of intervention from his friends. It was hard, but he did it and the machine could work. When he would get back to the current dimension, he would get a replacement by connecting with his peers who are still on the same time dimension.

There was a lot of science involved which I couldn’t process, but I was relieved to know that we could go back to where we really belonged. Messing with time is always a wrong idea and although my dream of being at Paris with the man I loved came true, I was ready to go back to my own home and live with the guy who had claimed my heart.

“Let us go back now, Brian! I would take you to my home. We can sleep together and have some really good time in the bed.” I winked at him and smiled at how desperate I sounded.

He smiled too and murmured, “Would you mind honey spending the night here. I want to make love to my Paris in Paris! It sounds like a cliché and I want to live it.”

“Paris says yes,” I said and hugged him tight and kissed the back of his ears seductively.

“You’re such a tease,” he said and lifted me on his shoulders. I was wearing a skirt and as he lifted me up, he took a little peek beneath and I laughed at him and playfully nudged him.

As I was still seated over his shoulder, I bit him on his neck and licked the back of his ear. I purred and mimicked a cat crying out ‘meow’ and he looked like he wanted to stop right in the middle of the street and ‘do me’.

“Paris, you’re such a sex kitten. I have never seen a more seductive cat. I want you to make those sounds when I cradle you in bed.”

I said nothing, just tugged his earlobe and purred again. I kept on purring ‘meow’ and Brian had a lot of troubles walking the steps. He took me to the nearest hotel where the receptionist gave him a look seeing me hauled on his shoulder. I smiled and said, “He is mine” and the receptionist smiled too.

Perhaps, Paris in the 1960s was used to seeing such romantic affairs and he gave us a key and said, “We won’t disturb you, have a great night”. Brian barely heard what he said as he jumped the stairs and quickly put the keys and locked the room.

Once we were inside, he got me down and without saying anything, kissed me. I felt like he wanted to say so much with a kiss. I opened my lips and let his tongue in and we explored each other’s mouth like we were waiting to do it since eternity.

I let my hands roam over his back and he did the same. He kept pushing his hands down and then slowly tugged at the elastic of my skirt. It was a sign that he wanted it gone and I turned a little such that his hands were at the zip. He lowered the zip and pushed the skirt and then my briefs followed.

He dumped his clothes too and in less than a minute, we were both naked and hot and I was already wet as I wanted him inside me. We couldn’t even wait to move to the bed as we stood just beside the door of the room and he pinned me on the gate. The knob seemed to be digging into my back, but I didn’t care. Brian’s hands were over my breasts and he kept playing with them. He massaged the top of one of the breast and pleasure shot through me. They stood erect and Brian pumped them and I could barely stand still. I was melting and falling and he put his strong legs between my thighs to make sure that I could stand still. As his legs touched the insides of my swollen flesh, he smiled seeing how wet I already was.

He lowered his mouth and kissed my earlobes and said, “Purr now” and I could barely speak, leave apart meow. I folded my legs and he pushed it wide apart. I had never quite imagined that it was possible to have sex while standing, pinned to a door but this was Brian and he could practically do anything.

He kissed the tip of my nose and then took my hands in his hand and then slowly kissed them, taking his time to lick every finger. The whole thing was very erotic. He then took my hands and placed it on his genitals as if urging me to cradle him.

It was all the invitation that I needed as I began stroking it. I had really turned into a sex kitten and I wanted to do so much more than touch it. I moved my fingers everywhere and I could see Brian was losing his hold. He was having difficulty standing too as he moaned and I could feel myself panting as well. I suddenly swapped position and I took the lead.

I bent down and started kissing him. I had never done something like this before, but I knew I had never found someone like Brian either. After I was done cradling him, he decided it was time for him to take the lead again. He picked me up and made me sit on the table. The table was cold but with the heat coming through my body, I felt warm.

He pushed my legs apart and started looking at my insides. He let his fingers touch the hole and slowly inserted all his fingers inside. There was barely enough space and I screamed his name. There was nothing I could do and I held on to him for my life. I was feeling thrilled and I wanted him inside me.

Brian climbed over the table and then without wasting another moment, he pushed himself inside me. Instantly, I came and pleasure washed through me. He held my breast and started moving up and down.

He tried to move as deeper as he could and when he touched the core spot, he stayed there firmly. Neither of us moved and we both came together. It was the best experience of my lifetime and I knew it was something I would never forget.

I fell on the table and Brian rested above me. He kept licking my breasts and he was still inside me as if he never wanted to let go. He wasn’t moving but sleeping on that hard cold table with his maleness inside me and his hands playing with my breast, I felt that nothing could go wrong.