Jenna couldn't look her husband in the eyes. The things he had done to her last night would sell for billions in the porn industry. She couldn't think about it without blushing. God who knew a tongue could work such wonders? They were heading straight to Paris. Jeremiah told her they would not take pit stops so the journey will be long and tiring. That's why she was trying to sleep but to no avail. She couldn't get last night off her head.

"You look beautiful" he had said and proceeded to kiss her. It wasn't one of those sweet kisses he had given her. Even when they were just making out he'd never kissed her the way he had last night. That kiss had been full of heat and hunger. He devoured her lips like he had never before. Sampling, savoring. And while he was kissing her, his hands were roaming her body setting every place they touched on fire. From her shoulders to the tips of her fingers.

He had carried her to bed where he had set her down so gently that she wondered if she was dealing with two different people. His hands were so gentle while his lips were relentless. He pulled the strings of her corset making the piece come loose but he didn't take it off. Just made sure her breasts were within reach. Heat pooled low in her stomach and she was whimpering and moaning, asking for what? Jenna didn't know. All she knew was that there was a different kind of hunger that only he could fill. She was burning up and she almost exploded when he took one of her nipples into her mouth and tweaked the other with his fingers.

She had never imagined it could be like this. Pain and pleasure. While his tongue flicked and licked one nub, his thumb and forefinger pinched and twisted the other. Both feelings combined almost brought her off the bed. But that was just the beginning. She hadn't known that. Jeremiah had told her how beautiful she was while he took off the rest of her clothing. His hands caressed her stomach, ribs, hips and down to her ankles where he took off her shoes. She was partially naked while he was still dressed. The only thing he'd taken off was his suit jacket. His arms flexed with every moves and Jenna wanted to touch him. Feel him the way he was feeling her but he wouldn't let her. "This is all about you baby. Relax and enjoy" he'd said then took off her panties.

Jenna buried her face in the pillow and tried to not think about what happened next. She should have been embarrassed, it was the first time she was letting a man see her like that. Really see her. But she hadn't been the least bit embarrassed. Instead she'd opened.... God Jenna. He must think you're a slut. Or whore. He didn't think like that but how was she to know? Her feelings had dictated her movements.

"Spread your legs for me baby" he had asked his voice hoarse and she had without thinking about it. She was opening herself up to him with no fear at all. Just heat and arousal. She felt something slick leaking from her down slit then soaked the bed and she thought she had pee'd herself. The look on Jeremiah's eyes told her otherwise. His eyes were dark and the expression on them was enough to keep her leaking. He bent towards her slowly and when his head was between her legs he stopped and looked up. "Do you trust me?" he asked and she had said yes while nodding. His tongue had slipped out licking his lips deliciously and then he had dived in.

One slow lick on her sex brought Jenna off the bed with her hands holding on to the sheets and her back aching. Jeremiah pushed her down, spreading her legs wider with his shoulders. Then he had done it again. Only this time he had spread her open with his fingers and proceeded to lick her dry. His tongue was skillful darting in and out sending shock waves all over her. He'd latched on to her clitoris and sucked the little bundle of nerves so hard she came instantly. Jenna could have sworn she saw stars. He vision blurred and her limbs felt like they had turned to Jell-O. Her stocking clad legs became limp but Jeremiah wasn't done yet. He threw her legs over his shoulders and coaxed another orgasm from her before he kissed her goodnight and let her sleep.

Jenna came out of her daydream still tasting herself on his lips. Who knew such an act could be a turn on? She wanted to do it again and again and again. If this was how sex with the person you love was like then she wanted to do it all day long. All night long. Every single hour of the day. She knew the part she feared was yet to come. She could only hope that after all this years she would see her husband and not the monster who hurt her. She shouldn't even think about him. Shaking her head to dispel the dark thoughts, Jenna went back to thinking about last night. She relived it over and over again until Jeremiah joined her in bed.

"I want to see that look on your face every time I walk in a room and you're there" he told her.

"What look?"

"The one that tells your panties are soaking wet while you've been thinking about me" he said climbing in and taking the said panties off. True to his word they were soaked and Jenna was mortified when he brought them to his face and smelled them. "God you smell amazing" she only had a T-shirt on and instead of using his mouth this time, he used his fingers. Long shapely, manly fingers that brought her to another climax. Jenna didn't want to think what he could do with his member. As much as she was scared, she was also looking forward to it. As she had said, she couldn't hide forever.

She slept the rest of the journey and knowing she hadn't had a good night's sleep Jeremiah let her. All the fun started in Paris and he couldn't wait to show her what she had been missing. He was grateful that Jenna hadn't been with another man. This way he would be the first to have her and teach her everything. From the way she responded to him, he knew she was a sexual person. All she needed was a little lesson and she could be in touch with her sexuality. He made a mental note to buy some toys when they arrived in Paris. He was going to start with showing her how to pleasure herself. The more in tune she was with her body, the more open and willing she would be to him.

He had booked another five start hotel. Although he said it was known as four seasons. was there a difference? She didn't know and didn't care. She was in Paris the city of lights, romance. What did a hotel name have to do with it? The four seasons George V Paris hotel was stunning. Jenna couldn't stop gawking. When Jeremiah tired to pull her ahead with him she planted her feet and stared for a full five minutes. Then she went with him. Of course being Jeremiah Maxwell he had booked a royal suite that was elegant with its own balcony. She could see the capital and Eiffel Tower from there. All her tiredness vanished. Sleeping on the way there had helped too.

Jeremiah could see her giddiness. She was happy and her eyes twinkled giving him immense pleasure. This was how he wanted to see her always. Happy, carefree. She couldn't sleep so they went to the spa. Couples massages and a little relaxation in the sauna she was ready to drop. He had to carry her back to their room where they slept for five hours. Jeremiah woke up first and just looked down at her. Her face was on his chest her breath ruffling his chest hair. He was happy too. He'd called his family and his father had told him Terry had started dialysis. Her body was coping and if things continued that way she wouldn't need a transplant. They hoped. He still hadn't told anyone about Jenna. They were on their honeymoon and he wanted her all to himself first. They were going to spend two weeks in Paris. Although she didn't know, he had decided they would always take a weekend trip just the two of them. He was going to show her the world.

An hour later they were out the door. It was evening and everything shone thanks to the lights. They ate then strolled down the tree lined Champs-Elyseés. There were restaurants, shops, theaters but they didn't go in any of them. Later Jeremiah had said. So they continued walking aimlessly or so Jenna thought until they came to a small fancy shop. Jenna thought it was a jewelry shop. She almost fainted when they went inside and she lifted a box to look at. "Is this.... Jeremy what kind of shop is this?"

"Adult shop. It says right there on the door. Didn't you see?" he asked laughing at her. Not with his mouth but his eyes. He wouldn't flat out laugh at her. Jenna gasped.

"What is this?" she asked.

"A vibrator. Do you like it? We should definitely take it" her cheeks were bright red.

"No." Jenna put it back as if it had burnt her.

Jeremiah didn't even bat an eye. He went around picking things Jenna couldn't look at with a straight face and then went to the counter to pay. "Ah the best choice. All of them monsieur" the cashier told him. Jenna couldn't take it anymore. "I'll go wait outside" she whispered to Jeremiah but when she turned he grabbed her elbow and dragged her back. This was step one. She had to know there was no shame in buying such things. He kissed her in front of the cashier and two more customers that were in the shop. Jenna was ready for the earth to open up and swallow her when he grabbed her ass. Right there. She buried her face in the crook of his neck and this time he flat out laughed at her. "Ahh young love. So sweet" the cashier said sighing and handed them their bags.

Jeremiah saw the shop next door and an idea struck him. He didn't give her time to protest. He gave one of the sales ladies the bags he was carrying then went around picking lingerie. Lace, silk, satin every material and color available. Then he told her to go try them out. Jenna went obediently after all she wasn't afraid of trying out her own underwear. "I want to see them" Jeremiah said when she was already in the changing room. "Okay" she called out. She would pick the ones she liked then show them to him. Two minutes later he was at the door again. "What's taking so long Jennifer?"

"Relax. You picked so many and I can't try them all at the same time."

"So come out in and let me see them."

She stopped. "What?"

"I want you to model all the pieces to me. I decide the ones we are going to take with us" nothing. "I will break down this door if I have to Jennifer" his voice must have conveyed how serious he was because she came out in a red silk number. She'd taken her shoes off and he told her to twirl around for him. From the amusement in his eyes he was definitely enjoying himself. Jenna ground her teeth and went back inside. She looked for the tiniest piece but got better. Crotchless panties and the bra had holes just where her nipples were. She was going to make him pay for this. The moment she walked out Jeremiah got to his feet and backed her inside the room. He didn't remember picking that particular set but they were definitely taking it. Her eyes shone with laughter and he made a tick to one of his list. Mission accomplished.

It took them almost an hour before they left the changing room. Her husband had insisted on showing her why they were taking that piece in four different colors. He had easy access to everything he wanted. She especially liked when he got on his knees and demonstrated just how beneficial those crotchless panties were. By the time they left the store Jenna was sure everyone knew what they had done in that room. It didn't matter because Jeremiah literally dragged her back to their suite. He had insisted she keep on the underwear so that by the time they got to their bedroom her nipples were so hard just from thinking about what would come next. The chiffon vest she was wearing did nothing to hide her. She thought the buttons might pop.

She needn't worry because Jeremiah ripped it off the moment he set the bags he had carried down. They were heading to the bedroom while undressing each other. Jenna was too hyped to think about anything else. Jeremiah on the other hand was obsessed with her underwear and when she reached behind to take her bra off he stopped her. "Keep it on" he said placing kisses on her face, neck, everywhere he could reach. He explored her neck biting and licking the soft skin. She was soft everywhere. Hands, thighs, inner thighs were his favorite. Her stomach, back, ass. He didn't think he could make it to the bed so he took her standing against the wall

She was tight and held on to him in a delicious way. Jenna didn't panic. He was big and thick and hot. She could feel him in her stomach and she wanted more. He didn't move after the first thrust. He just stood there looking at her while his girth pulsed inside her. "Are you okay?" he asked and she shook her head telling him to move. No time to think about anything else. She was long gone now and when he still didn't moved she did. She lifted herself up to the tip squeezing him with her inner muscles. She'd read that somewhere in a magazine and apparently it worked. Jeremiah lost it and slammed himself back in making her gasp. He didn't stop this time. He kept thrusting into her bringing the familiar feeling to the surface. It was too intense, she could feel it.

He was going faster and faster while she was bouncing on him. He couldn't take his eyes off her breasts. They way they kept jiggling when he thrust inside her. Her inner muscles were contracting and he knew she was close. He brought his hand between her and rubbed circles on her clitoris. She came wet hot heat surrounding him. He spilled his seed inside her without a second thought. After they came off their high, he set her down and smiled when he saw their juices trickling down her thighs. "I think I need a shower" Jenna said feeling all sticky. Her body was covered in sweat and cum and instead of leading them to the shower her husband got on his knees for the second time that night and licked her clean.

Two orgasms later, she couldn't use her legs. They had turned to jelly. He carried her to the bathroom and filled the tub with water. She got in first but instead of going in and sitting behind her he sat on the opposite side and just looked at her. As tired as she was, she couldn't keep her eyes off him. She almost jumped when she felt his toe nails at her core. How she still wanted more after everything was beyond her human mind. His toe rubbed circle on her sex and she crawled over to him. Straddling his lap she took in his erection and slid down until he was fully sheathed inside her. She was on top so he gave her free rein to do whatever she wanted. The pace was hers to set and he would follow.

They woke up the next morning glowing. Jenna was sore everywhere. Her husband had decided missionary was boring so took her from behind while she was on her knees and sideways. She had no idea that was possible. After that told her to sit on his face so he could clean her up when she had complained she was sticky again. "No need for towels when my tongue can do that" he also added he was obsessed with her pussy so she better get used to it. After a shower that lasted longer than it should have they ordered breakfast then went sight seeing.

The pedestrian bridge over the Seine river was their first destination. And then they headed to Montmartre viewing the city that had narrow winding streets lined with small cafes and shops. Jeremiah explained to her how well renowned artists like Claude Monet, Pablo Picasso, Vincent Van Gogh had worked or had studios in the Parisian neighborhood. That became their routine. Exploring Paris by day and making love at night. Sometimes it went all night with Jenna wondering where Jeremiah came up with some of the positions he suggested. Their visit to the toy shop didn't disappoint. The stuff he had picked out were for her only. She liked the bullet vibrator that was remote controlled. He would tell her to insert in and then while they were gallivanting around the city he would turn it on.

Jenna had an orgasm in the middle of the restaurant while they were eating lunch one time. She didn't see him reach for the remote. She almost chocked on the wine she had been drinking. His legs were at work with his toe rubbing her clitoris under the table. No one knew what was going on but she had to really bite down on her lower lip to stop herself from screaming. She learned that he hated jeans because they got in his way. She now had a total of four suitcases filled with dresses. Jenna once told him that she could always start a high end clothing store when they went back home and found themselves bankrupt. He'd laughed and bought her more clothes and shoes. Anything she looked at he bought.

She gave him a hand job when they were at the Opera. He had booked box seats and Jenna was grateful. She didn't remember anything from their time there. If asked she couldn't say why they were even there. She had been busy trying to rile him up in public and when the lights dimmed, she got on her knees and wrapped her mouth around his length. The hand job was just arousing to him, his face didn't have a sliver of emotion so she went to the extreme. He gasped when he felt her mouth around him. Jenna hi fived herself mentally and continued to suck him off until he came in her mouth. He was breathing heavily and he looked at her through lust filled eyes when she sat back on her seat and wiped some of his cum that had spilled down her lips with her tongue.

"I didn't teach you how to do that so you could torture me" he had whispered in her ears then proceeded to tap his feet anxiously for the next hour. The moment the piece that was playing ended he dragged her to the bathroom and had her way with her. Then they went back to their suite and continued the party.

Their married life had started off spectacularly. All they had to do was keep it that way.

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