16. Chapter Sixteen #3
“What a lovely recollection,” Claude whispered as his hand slid over to hold mine. I glanced from the dress to him with a tender quirk of my lips.
“Yeah it is.” I gave his hand a squeeze.
“I wonder if I could create something like the dress Mom wore that night. A gown, not a day shift dress, but with that Jackie Kennedy memorable style. White maybe or a rose tone with a cummerbund. Something really romantic with an antebellum look. Bare upper arms. White gloves just above the wrist, tiny matching clutch.” He made a humming sound. “Is that a good hum or a bad hum?”
“It’s a good hum. If your muse has returned from her trip to offer you that inspiration then you must run with it.”
The air felt suddenly much lighter. A surge of elation swept over me.
“Claude you are amazing!” Without thinking I leaned over to kiss Claude on the mouth. Foolish for sure but it had been so long since our last kiss and he had helped me find my final red carpet look and I just had so many emotions all stored up and…and I was so fucking crazy about him.
His lips were firm for a second then softened as he fell into the kiss.
His response fueled me beyond rational thought as I slid my tongue into his mouth.
He came alive then, his hand shaking free of the grip it had on mine to give him room to straddle me.
Tongues tangled, his fingers now wrapped in my hair, we feasted on each other like starved men.
“Holy shit,” I gasped when we broke for air. Claude’s hot hazel gaze held mine. My lips were swollen, his were too, and his raspy breath made my cock pulse with need. “God you kiss so good.”
“Kinder I… merde.” We both fell into each other once more, mouths sealed, hands groping, desperate for this connection that we’d been denying ourselves for far too long.
His hips rolled, grinding his cock into my stomach.
I cupped his tiny ass to press that length of hard flesh closer to me.
A shudder ran through him. Enough to pull his lips from mine.
That separation was enough to let him grab a breath and some of his sanity.
Dammit. “We should not be doing this.” He stared at me for a long, long moment before sliding off my thighs to stand before me.
My sight darted to the long ridge of his hard dick pressing into the fine fabric of his slacks.
Then, he held out a shaky hand. “Come with me. It’s time for us to get to our beds before we do something we cannot undo. ”
I rose, took his smaller hand, and followed him back to the second floor, unable to form words not that words were needed at the moment.
My body was alive, skin prickling with the need to be touched, cock straining against my zipper.
We reached the door to the private consultation room we’d met him and Soline in that first day.
Uncaring, mad with lust, I pulled him back then pressed him to the door.
My mouth fell over his, ravenous, on the brink of creaming my shorts.
“Gods Kinder, you are tempting me beyond reason,” he gasped before letting his brow come to rest on my chin.
I loved the size difference between us. The man was a tiny king.
He lifted his gaze to mine, pupils fully blown, lips puffy and slick.
“But we must be discreet. Just another week. Then filming will be completed. We’ll be able to speak about our budding relationship.
For now we have been innocent, a few kisses, holding hands, no shame in that. ”
“This sounds like the scene in Call Me by Your Name when Oliver is trying to keep Elio at a distance,” I whispered as I chased his mouth for another taste. He gently placed his hand over my seeking lips.
“Different context but yes, I am trying to keep our relationship pure and above commentary.” I rolled my eyes.
He chortled then stepped out of my arms his hand dropping to my chest. “Patience. We must have patience. Once the show is in the can as they say we can explore this passion to its fullest. Several more days. We can hold off for that long.”
“I’m not sure I can. I think my balls are going to burst.” I let him go with a sigh.
“They will not, rest assured.” He reached up to pat my flushed cheek.
“Return to your rooms above and rest. Dream of your third look and the future we will explore in less than a week. Go now, before Satan whispers in my ear to take you into the fitting salon where we can throw caution to the wind.”
“That sounds incredible.”
“Yes, it truly does. Off you go. I’m heading home. Until tomorrow my little cabbage.”
Sure, being called a cabbage was odd but as we parted it kind of sounded romantic.
I forced myself to not glance back so I climbed the slim stairs to the third floor with a boner I could drive fence posts with.
I’d have to take a quick shower and jerk off before even trying and even then I would probably lay in bed staring at the ceiling.
Falling asleep would be impossible with such a glorious outlook just around the bend.