A World Away (A New Adult Romance Novel) (17 page)

I inhaled sharply, my breath catching as
Philippe’s tongue entered me for the first time. He slowly slid it in and out of me, lapping up my juices. I spread my legs further apart to give him better access. His tongue was so flexible, as it flicked around, seeming to know every little spot to touch, I knew I wasn’t going to be able to take much more of this. I was so close now, so close to the edge of ultimate pleasure, there was no stopping me.

“I’m going... oh Philippe, I’m going to come!” I exclaimed
, the words trailing off into moans as the orgasm overtook me completely.

My body shuddered with pleasure as I felt
a bliss unlike anything I had ever experienced in my life. It felt like my body was being rocked by an earthquake, like the entire world was going to crumble around me as spasms wracked my body.

Pleasure shot through my veins,
it was like an adrenaline rush multiplied a hundred times over. My blood was boiling, my head was thrown back, and I felt like if I didn’t cry out the pure sensations running through me were going to rip me apart.

My moans of pleasure resonated across the room, but I didn’t hear them.
I didn’t hear anything. I couldn’t see anything. My eyes squeezed shut as my body focused entirely, one hundred percent on squeezing every last ounce of pleasure from my body.

When I finally came back down to earth, I realized how heavily I was breathing. The walls of my sex would still spasm from time to time,
and slowly the sensations of pleasure faded and I was overtaken by a sense of calm, of happiness.

“Oh shit, you’re amazing,” I whispered, unable to speak normally.

“And that was just the appetizer,” Philippe replied, coming up from between my legs with a grin.

Standing up, I watched as Philippe tore off his shirt, revealing those hard muscles underneath.
Despite just having came, I instantly felt the moisture forming in between my legs once more. I wanted him so badly, I was turned on at just the sight of his topless body.

He watched me, grinning, knowing just how much I was enjoying the show as he undid his pants and let them fall to the ground. He wore only his boxers now, and his desire was evident.
They quickly fell to the floor as well, and I gasped as I got my first look at Philippe’s sex.

His shaft was long and thick,
and I wanted it inside of me. Oh, how I wanted it in me.

Philippe moved over to where I lay on the bed.
All I could hear was our breathing, both of us panting hard, wanting this. I could feel my chest heaving up and down, the anticipation driving me insane. I wanted Philippe inside of me so badly, when he climbed on top of me, nestling his legs in between mine, I felt like I was going to die with pleasure.

“I’m going to make you mine, Sophie,” he whispered into my ear, and the raw passion in his voice sent juices flowing out of me. I couldn’t believe this was actually happening.

“Oh yes, take me right now,” I murmured back as he pressed himself inside of me.

My heart stop
ped beating as Philippe slid inside of me with a single long, powerful stroke. It was like time stood still. He filled me completely, the walls of my sex stretching to accommodate his large manhood. He held me, one arm on either side of me, his touch so caring, it made my heart melt.

As he began to slide in and out of me, however, I was reminded just how strong and powerful Philippe was.
His movements were deliberate and passionate, strong and forceful, as my body got used to his size.

Philippe was definitely way bigger than Mike had been.
I shifted as my body got used to his size, as the initial slight discomfort that reminded me of the pain I felt when I lost my virginity passed. I threw back my head and moaned. I had wanted this so badly, and it was everything I had hoped for and more.

He stroked my hair
as he slid in and out of me, every stroke of his shaft bringing me to even greater realms of pleasure. His movements were so slow, deliberate that it felt like he was teasing me on purpose, while I mewled with a combination of pleasure and desperation, begging for more.

I soon got what I wanted, Philippe picking up the pace. I clutched at his back, my nails clutching at his skin, wanting more.
Always more. He slid in and out of me so hard I felt like I was on a boat at sea, moving to and fro. I could feel his shaft pulsating inside of me, even as I felt my own orgasm coming on. I couldn’t help it. I was just too turned on, Philippe was just making me feel
so much
.

Pleasure shot through my body, and I knew I was close.

“I’m gonna come again. Oh God, I’m going to come again!” I exclaimed, my voice getting breathless as I was brought closer and closer to the edge. Philippe grunted something, I wasn’t sure what, and all of a sudden we exploded together.

I could feel him shuddering inside of me, his hot seed spurting deep inside my sex.
I convulsed, spasms rocking my body as I lay on the bed. I clutched at Philippe even harder than before, pulling him to me as we were one.

Philippe continued to move slowly in and o
ut of me as our orgasms passed before collapsing next to me on the bed.

We lay there, both of us completely out of breath, e
njoying the moment for a while in silence. I felt so good, so loved, so warm. I was so relaxed, I felt like if I got any more so I would melt right here on the bed and ooze slowly down onto the floor in a warm puddle of pleasure.

“God damn.
Why did we wait so long to do that?” I finally asked Philippe, turning to face him and breaking the silence.

“I don’t know, but let’s make up for lost time,”
he replied, getting up off the bed and leading me towards the bathroom, where we had the sexiest shower I had ever experienced.

After that first night with Philippe, we just couldn’t keep our hands off each other. We had three months. Three months of pure, perfect bliss before I had to go back to America and we’d find ourselves separated by an ocean.
A literal ocean.

The closer we got to
the day when I had to leave, the more real it felt. When I finally booked my plane ticket back home, wanting to book a few months early to save money, I cried as I stared at the email confirmation and Philippe held me close.

“It won’t be forever. We’ll be together again someday, I promise you Sophie.”

Still, it felt like I was drowning. Fitting, seeing the Atlantic was keeping us apart. When I thought about leaving Philippe, going back to America without him, I wanted to curl up into a ball and cry. I often found tears springing to my eyes if I thought about it for too long.

I loved Philippe so much, the thought of leaving him hurt, physically. It felt like my heart was broken already.
I wanted so badly to stay with him forever, I wanted to be able to stay here in France. There was no way I could love someone more than I loved Philippe. And yet, there was also no way we could be together.

“I can’t believe this. I can’t believe I left America to forget
a heartbreak, and return to America with another. I love you so much, every day I’m going to spend away from you will be the worst day of my life.”

“Now, we can’t have any of these negative thoughts. I know how you feel Sophie. I feel it too. But we have to be happy, we have to make the most of the time we have together,” he continued,
his fingers moving towards the buttons of my shirt.

I couldn’t help but move in and kiss him, and as we moved into the bedroom, I knew he was right. I knew I had to make the most of what we had,
and as he slid in and out of me, my despair was replaced with the pleasure I had gotten so used to, the pleasure that overtook me completely and made me feel like nothing else on Earth ever could. Only Philippe could make me feel that way.

Finally, a week before my flight, Philippe told me he wanted to give me the most amazing day ever.

“Every day with you is the most amazing day ever,” I replied, wrapping my arms around his waist and leaning up for a kiss, a kiss which set my blood on fire.

“You’re absolutely too sweet.
But just letting you know, get some sleep tonight, because your tomorrow is going to be amazing.”

I felt like a kid on Christmas that night. I had trouble falling
asleep, I wondered what Philippe could possibly have planned for me the next day.

When I finally woke up, I found out the answer. To start with, I got breakfast in bed.
A true French breakfast: toast with jam made by Philippe’s mother, which she sent him every year, a croissant and some freshly squeezed orange juice along with a shot of espresso. I drank the coffee gratefully. I hadn’t slept too badly, but if the rest of the day was going to be this amazing, I was going to need it.

“Hello my sweet,” Philippe greeted me as he brought in the tray, a single red rose in a slim vase on the corner finishing it off.

“Oh my God, Philippe! This is amazing!” I exclaimed, surprised and thrilled. He sat with me while I ate, assuring me that he had already had his breakfast, and told me just how much he loved me.

“I need you in my life, Sophie. You’re absolutely incredible. I have never met a woman like you before in my life, and I know I never will. You’re unique. You’re a snowflake,
one of a kind, and I’m just so lucky that you landed on my tongue.”

“Of all the
palaces in all the world...” I continued, and Philippe looked at me, confused. “Oh, sorry, that’s a reference to a movie in English, it just kind of means ‘what are the odds that of all the places in the world, we actually managed to meet’.” I often forgot that Philippe, being French, didn’t understand a lot of the pop culture references that I made in English.

“Oh. Yes, exactly.
Exactly like that. I love you so much Sophie,” he added softly as I finished my breakfast.

“I love you too. Now I’m going to have a shower before we get the day started, did you want to join me?”

“Absolutely.”

Twenty minutes later I was experiencing the next part of the day.
Philippe had taken me to the chocolate shop of Jean Paul Hévin, one of France’s most famous
chocolatiers
.

We were greeted when we entered by an elegant lady dressed in black.

“
Bonjour Monsieur Vaillancourt, nous avons vos chocolats de prêts, et une table pour vous au 1
er
étage.”

My French was now good enough that I understood, Philippe had already ordered chocolates, which they had ready for us, along with a table upstairs.

We made our way into the little seating area above, where we were promptly brought pastries so delicious I couldn’t believe it. It was like every bite melted in my mouth, my taste buds overwhelmed with flavour.

“Wow. This is so amazing, Philippe. I had no idea food could taste this good.”

“Yeah, when I was a kid my mom would take me here every time we made a trip into Paris. Everything this place makes is so ridiculously good, I wanted to treat you to an experience here.”

“I could spend the rest of my life in this shop and die happy. Of course, I’d be dead at 30 of diabetes or something, but oh, what a death.”

Philippe laughed. “I hope to hang on to you for longer than ten years. You had better not die at thirty!”

“Deal!”

When we finished our pastries, the lady brought us up the bag of chocolates that Philippe had ordered.

I gazed in awe at the collection before me as Philippe handed me the bag.

“Are these all for me?” I asked, awestruck. There were boxes of artisan chocolates, bags of chocolate covered almonds, petit fours, jams, and anything else I could think of.

“
They are. I thought I’d try and buy you some things that come as close as possible to matching your own sweetness.”

“
Awwww. This is amazing! I can’t wait to try these later.”

“There will be plenty of time for
that after dinner. For now, we’re going to spend the day at the Louvre once more, one last day there to discover the museum.”

As we passed through security and got our tickets,
Philippe and I went once again straight to the Greek statues. They were still my favourite part of the museum, and I never tired of looking at their beauty, at the pure skill it must have taken to carve such life-like portraits of the gods and goddesses.

“What I find interesting is how accurately they portrayed the looks of people at the time. I mean, look at this bust of Socrates,” I told Philippe.
“It
looks
like a real person, even though he lived thousands of years ago. And yet, if you look back only a few hundred years ago, the portraits were not very realistic. Look at say, portraits of Queen Elizabeth the first of England. They are not very realistic portraits. We can get an impression of what her face looked like, but compared to later portraits, such as those of Marie Antoinette, they really aren’t that realistic. They don’t look like faces. But thanks to these statues, we can know almost exactly what Socrates looked like, even though he lived thousands of years earlier.”

“Yes, you’
re right, of course. I never really thought of it that way, but you’re right. Statues are how we know how many of the earliest people looked. We know what Julius Caesar, Mark Antony and Nero looked like thanks to their busts as well.”

“Of course, we have to trust that the artists didn’t succumb to the model’s vanity, but in a lot of cases, especially those you mentioned of Rome, there are so many busts done of many of those people that we get an idea of the truth by looking at what is similar between them.
”

“Yes. I suppose that’
s true with all things, isn’t it?”

I smiled at Philippe and took his arm as we walked through the room.
I loved being in here with him. I loved spending time in museums, having discussions about things like what the ancients looked like with my boyfriend. He was amazing, absolutely amazing.

We went through another large part of the museum before Philippe noted that we would be late for our
dinner reservation if we didn’t leave soon.

“
Where are we going for dinner?”

“You’ll see.”

I never expected Philippe to take me to the Eiffel Tower! We went straight up to the restaurant on the first floor. I gasped as the waiter led Philippe to our table, right on the edge, giving us the most amazing view over Paris.

“This place must have cost a fortune, Philippe! This is incredible! Thank you!” I exclaimed, completely overwhelmed with emotion. This entire day had been perfect. Philippe treated me like a princess.
I couldn’t believe I was going to have to leave him soon.

“And trust me, Sophie, all this will seem like nothing soon. The best is yet to come.”

I wondered what he had in mind as the waiter brought us caramel milkshakes to start with. I couldn’t help but laugh when I saw them.

“A place like this, surely they weren’t on the menu,” I said, curious as to how Philippe had managed this.

“I may have organized a custom drink for my sweetheart ahead of time,” he replied with a grin, and I knew that I couldn’t possibly love Philippe more than I did that that moment. He was so thoughtful, I loved our little milkshakes-instead-of-wine habit. For him to pull it off here, at a restaurant so much classier than any I had been to before, made me swell with emotion.

“God, you’re amazing, you know that?”

“You’ve told me so many times now I’m starting to maybe believe it!”

“Good.
Because it’s true.”

As the waiter brought us course after course of amazing, chef prepared food,
Philippe and I spoke about other things, before the inevitable topic of me leaving came up.

“I can’t believe it’s so close. I want to be so happy, I want to really savour and enjoy these last few days with you,
but it’s so hard when I know that only eight days from now, we’ll be separated by thousands of miles,” I told him, pouring my heart out. Philippe only smiled.

“Why are you smiling?”

“Remember how I told you all this was going to seem like nothing compared to what was coming? Well, I have big news. I’m coming with you to America.”

“What?”
The words hit me like a ton of bricks. I couldn’t believe it. Was this Philippe’s idea of a joke? If so, it wasn’t a funny one.

His smile grew wider. “I didn’t want to tell you before, I didn’t want to get your hopes up, but I sent off some applications
to medical schools in America a few months ago. I was hoping because of my good marks and experience volunteering that I would have a chance, and four days ago I got the letter from the University of California San Francisco. I’ve been approved! I still have to complete the last two years of medical school, then do the internship and residency, and I’ll officially be a neurologist.”

It was like my brain didn’t comprehend the words
Philippe was saying to me. Was he really telling me that he was coming with me? We were going back to America together? We weren’t going to be separated?

“Are you serious?”
I asked. “Oh my God!” I continued as the reality began to set in. This was really happening. Philippe and I weren’t going to be separated after all.

“Are you ok, Sophie? You look pale,” Philippe asked, concerned.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m actually... wow. I’m just stunned. Completely stunned. This is such amazing news, I don’t think my body has actually digested that it’s actually happening yet. Tears began to sting my eyes, and I started laughing.

“I’m sorry, you must think I’m a crazy person, I’m just so overwhelmed. I’m so happy. I’m so, so happy. I can’t believe you’re doing this for me,” I continued.
I wanted nothing more than to wrap my arms around Philippe, pull him to me and hold him tight forever. Philippe had actually gone through and been approved for medical school in America. He was going to move halfway around the world. For
me.
To be with
me.

Philippe had been completely right.
This overshadowed the entire rest of this amazing day. Completely overshadowed it. I had spent months thinking about the flight home, about what our relationship would be like once I was back in America. I had cried countless tears over it. And now, now I didn’t have to worry. I was never going to be apart from Philippe again. We were well and truly going to be together forever.

I couldn’t even speak for a while. I could only laugh. Laugh and smile.
I was so happy, so excited, I didn’t even know what to do.

“I take it you are happy, then?”
Philippe asked. As I nodded, more tears fell from my eyes.

“Oh yes. Oh God, Philippe. I’m so happy. I can’t even express it.”

“I can see very well how happy you are. It’s adorable, absolutely adorable.”