A/N: Thank you all for your feedback, I broke my record for number of reviews on one story! Whoo! So, not to keep you waiting, I give you: Wednesday!
Wednesday (Mercredi)
"It is way too freaking early," Sara mumbled into Gil's chest as he reached to silence their beeping alarm.
The red numbers glared 5:00. Gil groaned and pulled Sara closer to him. She settled her head on his chest, her arm resting on his shoulder.
"We have a long drive, dear," he said into her hair.
"I know."
"We don't have to go, if you don't want to."
Sara picked her head up, propping in her hand.
"No, I want to go," she said at his skeptical gaze. "I do! It's just the last lingering jet lag. C'mon."
She slid her legs from their deep blue, silk sheets and tugged on his hand. They gathered up the remaining items to be packed, dressed, and loaded two small suitcases into the trunk of Gil's car. By 5:30 a.m., they were on the road, headed to the place Sara had longed to visit since they'd moved to France – Nice.
The eight hours Gil spent behind the wheel seemed like minutes, with Sara's company to keep him occupied. They pulled up to their beautiful hotel, Le Palais de la Mediterranee, around 2 p.m. Bellboys swooped their car to take their luggage and a valet took Gil's key. Within twenty minutes, they were changed and on their way to the beach.
"This is so nice," Sara sighed, hand-in-hand with Gil and a large beach bag on her freckled shoulder.
Gil couldn't help but smile at her unintended pun, and it earned him a light smack on the shoulder.
"I'm serious," she laughed. "Four days ago, I was crouching over evidence on the Las Vegas strip, coming home to a drafty hotel, and now, I'm on my way to the most beautiful beach in the world… with my favorite person in the world."
Gil's smile widened and he gave Sara a peck on the cheek as they walked up to Villefranche sur Mer, the purpose of their trip. There were several groups of beachgoers dotting the shoreline, but it was much quieter than the more tourist-y places in town. They found a peaceful spot, a distance away from the other huddled beach towels, and spread their blanket.
Sara pulled off her pale blue tank top, shimmed out of her shorts and kicked off her sandals. She laid on the towel, her closed eyes squinting a little in the bright sunlight, soaking up the warm rays. Gil stood frozen in place. She was apparently completely unaware of the effect she was having on him. Her body more exposed than she would usually allow in public, she was covered only by a small black bikini.
He stared at her, whipping his sunglasses off dramatically, unable to take his eyes off her. The way the light breeze tousled her mess of curls, the slow rise and fall of her strong, smooth stomach, and the curve of her chest. She raised a hand to shade her eyes and stared back at him.
"Are you coming down here or what?"
He continued to gape.
"What?" she asked, a smile creeping across her face.
"You… are exquisite," he said.
"And you're a cheeseball," she laughed, even though she knew he was serious. She tugged on his hand. "C'mon."
He relented at her tug and pulled his shirt off too, stretching beside her. They laid like that for hours, listening to the soft crash of the waves on the shore and the faint chatter of the tourists near by, interrupting their sunbathing every so often for a prolonged kiss. By the time they left, Sara actually had a glow – in more ways than one. She was positively beaming by the time they reached their hotel suite for a shower.
He couldn't have asked for a more perfect night. Their shared shower, another candlelit dinner on the Promenade des Anglais, accompanied by the best bottle of wine either of them had ever had. Their conversation, ranging from everything from Greg's new haircut to Sara's deepest fears and Gil's dearest ambitions.
When they were back in their suite, things only got better. Recognizing how well he had pleasured her her first night home, Sara decided to take very, very good care of Gil. His hips had just barely made contact with the mattress before she was she was straddling him, removing his shirt and massaging him every inch of him simultaneously with her hands and her tongue. Her slow, passionate kisses left warm, wet trails down his skin. Eventually, as she made her way down him, she slipped her hands inside his boxers and pulled them down, already starting to tease him by flicking her tongue over his tip.
"Saraaaa," he groaned. "Honeeeeey…"
She took pity on him and took him in her mouth, slowly stroking him as she sucked. Gil could do nothing but lay there in astonishment, his body giving involuntary jerks at each touch. Only Sara could do this to him.
She worked him good with her tongue, as her hands massaged his testicles and crept around to his backside. Her fingers found an opening and she moved inside him, stroking him slowly. Panting and sweaty, he put his hands on her head, pushing himself deeper into her mouth. He found himself gripping her hair as everything tightened. His moans were loud, and as he came, his entire body shuddered with uncontrollable spasms. Sara took him out of her mouth, still massaging his manhood, but now kissing him on the lips.
He realized she was still fully dressed, which he immediately deemed an absolute crime. He removed each piece slowly, enjoying the feel of her soft, milky skin, especially when it was left with only the contrasting black bra and panties covering it. He was still kissing her fiercely as he unhooked her bra and took a nipple into his mouth. When her eyes squeezed shut and her head thrashed backwards, he couldn't help it. He had to feel her.
He slid two fingers inside of her panties, feeling a warm wetness already there. He couldn't help but grin at her, and she gave a bashful smile back, as if to say, "I can't help it! Can you blame me?"
His fingers worked their magic until her body was trembling at his touch.
"Please," she breathed. "Now. Please."
He wanted to continue teasing her, but he remembered her obedience when he'd asked, and similarly took pity on her.
He positioned both of them so that they were sitting facing each other on the bed. She wrapped her legs around his waist, and he put his hands on hers, thrusting himself into her. She nearly fell back into the pillows, but he held tight to her, pushing harder every second. They both moaned. In sync, they both began to bend backward, so far that they were nearly upside down. But this position gave Gil easy access into her, and with all his might, he shoved himself in deeper and deeper. His thighs were quivering, and so were hers. Across their tangled body parts, he could see Sara's small but perky breasts bouncing as he thrusted. The sight of it made him come, even harder and longer than before. As he moaned, he could hear her sighing over him. She was coming too. They stayed locked together for as long as possible, until their ravished and fatigued bodies collapsed on the sheets.
Only minutes later, Sara's thighs were straddling Gil's hips, her hands kneading circles on his back in a slow, sensual massage. It was too good to be real.
As Sara slid from atop him and kissed him goodnight, he couldn't help but remember that in four days time, she would be leaving him. She fell asleep quickly, her breathing becoming slow and even, and he propped his elbow on the mattress, running his finger up and down her arm, just looking at her.
He would miss so many things about having her here, but nothing more so than falling asleep beside her every night, and waking up to her warm body each morning. He gave a small sigh as he kissed her head, reaching his arm across her stomach and joining her in sleep.
