The first couple days in Paris, we spent in bed, alternating between ordering in food, fucking and sleeping off the jetlag. It was the evening of the fourth day, I believe, that we finally went out to see the sights. I wanted to see a lot of things; the Louvre, the Arc de Triomphe, the Musee d'Orsay, and the catacombs, but the first thing I wanted to see was the Eiffel Tower. It was a lot colder than California, though it hadn't snowed yet, we'd probably see snow in a few weeks, definitely by Christmas, and I was looking forward to that. I was pulling him down the street, practically running as we finally approached the tower. I gave him a kiss underneath the tower, then pulled him toward the elevator.
With a hesitant look, he eyed the top of the tower. I remembered then his fear of heights. I bit my lip, and then offered to go somewhere else, to the next place I wanted to see, or something. He looked up at the top, and then looked back at me. He took a deep breath, as if bracing himself. "No, we're going up. I'll deal. This has been one of your dreams for years. Hurry up, let's go. We can go to the top and watch the sunset, and then back down to the first floor to eat. Then we're going somewhere that's ground level," he said, and I grinned, giving him another kiss before pulling him to the elevator.
At the top, I stood at the railing, looking out and watching as the sunset over Paris. I still couldn't believe we were here, on our honeymoon. Juan stood behind me, arms wrapped around me, holding my hands. I leaned back and rested my head on his chest. I murmured something about how beautiful it was. "Yeah," he replied, but his gaze was on me. I watched the sun disappear on the horizon and then turned in his arms. "I love you, and it really was a beautiful view, but can we go back down to the restaurant now?" he asked and I laughed, but allowed him to lead me back down to the first floor.
Once we ate dinner, I decided on one more place tonight, and then back to the hotel. I had plans involving a lot of sex for tonight, and we could hit more places tomorrow. "You wanna go to the Catacombs at night?" Juan asked when I told him where I wanted to go next. I sent him my best puppy dog look. He just laughed. "I should have known," he looked at the pamphlet I'd gotten from the hotel. "Well, there's a tour in half an hour, let's get over there so we can take it. I wouldn't wanna get lost in the catacombs at night, although, sneaking off from the tour to," he trailed off, waggling his eyebrows at me and leaving the rest of that sentence to my imagination.
Laughing, I started walking toward the catacombs. "We've spent the past four days doing nothing but fucking, eating, and sleeping, and you still want more?" he pulled me close, nipped at my neck and whispered 'Always, my sexy wife,' into my ear. "You know, I really like that word," I said, and he cocked an eyebrow in question. "Wife. Husband. Both are very good words. It's about time we got to use them," I grinned as we kept walking. "Seriously, though, tomorrow we've got to go to more than just two places. We have just over a week left in this beautiful city. I want to see absolutely everything, and that means more than just our motel room," I teased as we kept walking.
Nodding, he squeezed my hand, pulling me into his side and draping an arm over my shoulders as I wrapped one around his waist. "I promise, we can actually get out of bed tomorrow and enjoy more than just our hotel. I want you to see everything your heart desires while we're here, Mrs. Ortiz. We'll enjoy the city of romance during the day, and then we can have fun at the motel at night. We have the rest of our lives for that. We won't be here much longer," he kissed my forehead. I told him to say it again. "Mrs. Ortiz," he whispered in my ear, knowing exactly what I was talking about. I'd never hear that enough.
About an hour and a half into the tour, my feet were starting to hurt. I probably shouldn't have worn high heel boots, but they were cute and I didn't expect to be walking the catacombs tonight. I had figured we would just go see the tower and then maybe a little bit of exploring. Juan could tell they were bothering me, even though I didn't want to say anything. He stopped me and bent down. I tried to protest, but he told me to jump on or he was going to throw me over his shoulder and walk the rest of the way to the hotel, so I hopped up onto his back for a while. I only let this go on for about ten minutes before I made him let me down, but it really helped. "I'll rub them when we get back to the motel, too," he said, kissing the top of my head when he had set me down and we were walking side by side again.
Most people, I would have immediately rejected. I didn't like anyone touching my feet. I honestly usually kicked anyone who tried. He had really good hands though, and for some reason, I didn't mind when he rubbed my feet, though I still didn't let him do it that often. We'd trade massages and foot rubs every so often though. "I'll rub something of yours in return," I replied with a wink. "So, when we get back to the motel, American tourist meets French whore?" I suggested, and he agreed. "I'll meet you in the bar, give me a chance to change," I gave him a kiss on the cheek before going up to the room to change.
Putting on some of the lingerie I got at my bachelorette party, I slipped on a miniskirt and halter top. I traded the boots I had been wearing for a taller pair of knee-high boots and sprayed myself with my cucumber melon body spray, which was the only scent I ever wore, to get the smell of the catacombs off me. I put on more make-up than I usually did, and then headed down to the bar. I couldn't see Juan immediately, but I did spot a seat at the bar, so I went and grabbed it. He had probably gone to the bathroom. He could find me when he was done. I ordered a Screaming Orgasm when the bartender got to me.
A body took the seat next to me, but it wasn't Juan. "I can 'elp you weeth zat," the guy said in a thick French accent. I barely turned my head, told him no, and waited for my drink. He didn't buzz off, though. He put his hand on my arm, and took another step closer to me. I finally looked over to tell him in no uncertain terms to back the fuck off, but the alcohol on his breath and his proximity surprised me. I hadn't realized he'd gotten so close. His face was just inches from mine. I leaned back away from him and told him again to fuck off, trying to pull my arm from his grasp, but he tightened his grip. Juan stepped in, punching the guy in the face.
Surprised by the punch, the guy tried to make a commotion, but Juan warned him to back off, or he would do worse, and the guy ran. I had to smile at my knight in black leather, who chose to continue as if this was part of the role play, asking me if I was okay. "Oui monsieur. Merci beaucoup," I replied. I took his hand, and said the one other phrase I knew he would know in French. "Parlez-vous francais?" I asked him if he spoke French. His reply was 'un petit peu,' which meant a little bit, but I was reaching the end of my small pool of French vocabulary. I had taken it for four years, but it had been too many years since I'd used it. I decided to just be blunt. "Voulez-vous coucher avec moi?" I cocked an eyebrow coyly.
To keep up with the role playing, he held up his hand to show me his ring finger. "Well, she ees not 'ere. She never 'as to know. Come," my French accent wasn't too bad as I took his hand, leading him over to the bathroom. I checked the women's bathroom, and there was no one in there, so I took him in, and into a stall where we could have some privacy in case someone did come in. The knowledge that someone could walk in at any time made it even hotter. He pushed me against the stall wall, unzipping his pants, and I wrapped my legs around his waist and slid onto his dick. I wrapped my arms around his neck to brace myself and he had his hands on my ass to help hold me up as he began to thrust faster.
Just a few minutes later, we were both cumming and he left the bathroom first, while I fixed up my make-up and cleaned up a little bit. I loved it when we took our time, and came again and again, but quickies like this, or in the tent on our wedding day, were pretty hot, and had their own advantages. I walked out and sat next to him at the bar. He cocked an eyebrow at me, handing me the drink he'd ordered for me. "'Voulez-vous coucher avec moi?' That was the best you could come up with? A line from a Moulin Rouge song?" he teased.
Sticking my tongue out at him, I took a drink. "Shut up. It's not like you would have known what I was saying, had I said anything else. And besides, it got my point across," I scanned the bar for the guy that Juan had hit, and realized he must have left the bar. "You know; it was pretty hot seeing you defend me like that. I can defend myself, but it's nice to know you can step in when I can't," I finished my drink, then stood off the stool. "Now, let's go back to the room and go again, and again, and maybe even again after that," I winked, and he grinned, draining his beer and picking me up, throwing me over his shoulder and practically running through the hotel to our room.
A/N: My bad. I forgot to write the A/N the first time I posted this chapter. Anyway, here's the beginning of part 3. I have mentioned that I want to do roughly one chapter per European city, but I don't really have any set in mind yet. I'm kind of just researching and trying to figure out as I go where they're going, so if anyone has any suggestions, feel free. I will definitely give you credit if I use your ideas. I have SO many ideas for where to take part 4 and 5. I believe the series is going to come to an end with part 5, but I will do a companion piece with certain chapters from the series from Juan's POV, because that seems like a fun idea to me. That part won't be limited to my usual around 20 chapter limit, so I'll take requests. For the most part, though, there won't be too much drama going on, except little things like this bar fight scene, but mostly this part is having fun exploring Europe. I'll try to include more smut in this one, because someone mentioned that there was less smut than expected in the last part. Anyway, I hope you like this. I'll update when I have another chapter written. These ones seem to be coming out every couple days, but I make no promises, because some days are busier than others.
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