"She marched out of the shop like nothing had happened and Darius exhaledfor the first time in minutes.* * * * *"What do you mean I'm making dinner?" ...arius asked in exasperation. Ithad been a long day at the shop and all he wanted to do was chill infront of the TV for a while. He uncapped the large container of Sunny Dhe'd just grabbed from the fridge and downed some."I meant exactly what I said! You're making dinner. I cook almost everynight and it's about time you pitched in!" Heather. “Yes, The Arc de Triomphe,” he said, pronouncing it in French. “Napoleon had it built two hundred years ago.” She smiled, and hugged him“over the next hours they lunched at a boulangerie just of the Champs-Élysées. The coffee was strong, but it seemed oh so French to the new wife.Several hours of shopping, and stopping for more coffee twice, they were back at their hotel.“I never imagined that I would have a honeymoon in Paris,” she said. “This is wonderful.”“My darling, there will be many. He withdraws his fingers almost completely from my body then forcefully plunges them back inside again, never taking his eyes from me. My eyes struggle to remain open and it takes everything in me to focus on his face. I am surprised by his look of victory, as if he had just won the most precious of prizes. I watch him, forcing myself to, wanting so badly to close my eyes again and slip back into the darkness, into heaven. I follow the slow procession of his tongue across his lips as he lowers. “What’s wrong fucker? Cat got your cock?” That was all it needed. I unzipped my trousers and struggled to release my now rock-hard cock that seemed to have grown beyond its normal fully aroused state. I walked towards you and as I did, the look on your face changed slightly. Where once there was a fiery taunting, now a look of anticipation appeared. “Fuck off, boy, you’re not fucking me…I am fucked off with you” But it is too late, my right hand reaches out and grabs your hip. I pull your arse.