Chapter 19 Paris Trip

Waking up, I turn my alarm off as I stretch my limbs before getting up and walking lazily to the bathroom. Climbing into the tub, I turned on the shower before I stepped under the warm water. While taking a shower, I started remembering how Adam had lifted me last night and placed me on my bed. I wasn’t asleep when he took me out of the car, I was just too tired and lazy to get up and when he brought me to my room and placed me on my bed that’s when I fell into a deep slumber. It was a sweet thing for him to do and I couldn’t help but blush at the thought.

My mind had suddenly switched from the sweet gesture to the trip that Adam and I will be taking to Paris today. With everything that has been going on between us, I know for sure that with us being in the city of Love, things are about to get heated and I am not sure if I should be scared or happy. I was starting to fall for him and hard too, when I’m around him, all feelings of doubt are gone. I know it has been a month––well almost two now since we met but I couldn’t help it. You couldn’t put a time on when you were going to start falling for someone.

Lathering my body in soap, I began to massage the soap into my breast before I pinch my nipples that were now erect. Throwing my head back, I suddenly felt the need to have sex. Masturbating was something that I was used to as I started to do it when I was around sixteen years old. I had started to explore my body after I had strange sensations––my nipples getting erect and my vagina secreting juices whenever I was around Jake. I guess now that I was around Adam those sensations that were dormant have now been awakening.

Sighing, I quickly threw the thought out of my head. I couldn’t have sex, not yet anyway. I wanted to save it for someone who would appreciate me and what I’m worth. Turning back on the shower, I stepped back under the water to wash off the soap residue before I step out. Wrapping a towel around my frame, I made my way over to the bathroom sink where I brushed my teeth before I made my way to my room where I discarded the towel on the bed.

Getting dressed in one of the suits that the sales girl had gotten for me––– a tight white skirt and a camisole and a white blazer over it with my red bottoms on my feet. Packing everything I need in the suitcase, I closed it and took it up before making my way to my mom’s room.

Opening the door, I saw that she was sitting upright and smiling at me like a kid in a candy store. It amazes me that even though her pain she still manages to smile brightly and support me. It shows how much a mother’s love is unselfish.

“Mom,” I whined. “Stop!”

Chuckling at my childish behavior, she gingerly got up before hugging me tightly. She was about to open her mouth to say something when we heard a knock on the door.

“That must be him,” she breathed out. Shaking my head at her before chuckling, I went to open the door. In front of me stood a petite girl, looking no older than thirty years old. She was dressed in her scrubs and had an overnight bag with her that I assumed was filled with clothes

“Hello,” I greeted.

“Hello Ms. Martinez, I’m Melissa and I will be your mom's live-in nurse while you're on your trip to Paris with Mr. Jacob. Smiling at her, I invited her in and showed her the way to my mother's room.

“Hello Mrs. Martinez, I am Melissa––”

“I heard you are the first-time sweetheart,” my mom said, cutting her off. “Emily, is this really necessary?” My mom asked, trying to mask her annoyance but was failing miserably.

“Yes, it is. You know I need to be assured you will be okay since Grace won’t be here to take care of you anymore and even though Paul stops by a couple of times, he’s a doctor and he can’t be here with you every day.” My mother didn't like the idea of having a live-in nurse in her home, but because I pleaded with her and showed her what can happen when she's the only one here, she agreed.

“Okay,” she grumbled.

“Is everything okay?” We heard a deep voice booming. Turning our heads in the direction the voice came from, we saw that it was Adam.

“Adam,” my mother gushed. Rolling my eyes at her behavior, I hoped and prayed she won't say anything embarrassing like what she did at the hospital a few weeks ago.

“Mrs. Martinez,” he smiled while hugging her tightly. Pulling from his embrace, she pinched his cheeks which caused him to laugh.

“Mom, I have to go,” I said in an annoyed tone. I was jealous that he didn't even acknowledge me and I was the one with who he was going to Paris with.

“Okay sweetheart,” she replied before hugging me once more and kissing me on the cheek. Bidding her and Melissa goodbye once again, Adam took my suitcase and we made our way to the door.

“Emily, don't forget to use condoms,” my mom shouted after me. I could hear snickering in the room and I wanted to jump off from the top of the building.

Looking at Adam, he had a dark look in his eyes and he had one of his famous smirk resting on his lips.

“Don't you dare say a word,” I growled. Nodding his head while laughing, we exited my apartment and made our way outside to the car. Putting my bags inside the trunk, Adam opened my door and waited until I got in before he came inside. Bidding me good morning, James started the ignition before driving off. No words were exchanged between Adam and I and I was happy for that even though I was wondering what he was thinking.

Settling down comfortably, I made a mental note to call my mother as soon as we land. She had totally embarrassed me today and I honestly did not like it one bit.

Thinking back to what she said, I chuckled and I didn't realize it was out loud until Adam spoke.

“What's so funny?”

“Huh?” I asked dumbfounded.

“You chuckled, so I am asking you what's so funny.”

“Did I now?”

“Yes, you did. So, tell me.”

“It was nothing.” I couldn't tell him I was laughing because if I did, he would remember what she had said and I couldn't deal with being embarrassed all over again.

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“The flight to Paris is boarding now, please make your way to the boarding gate.” Finally, it was time to board the darn plane, I had been sitting here for so long that my butt feels like it had fallen off. Getting up, we made our way to the boarding gate and gave them our tickets before we made our way to the airplane and got on. As soon as I was seated, I settled down comfortably and fell asleep immediately.

“Would you like it if I touch you here?” I heard his voice come out sexily. Nodding my head vigorously, I felt his finger on my clit and my body shuddered with excitement.

Dropping my head on the bed, I welcomed the feeling I was experiencing

“Adam,” I moaned. “Please don't stop.”

“What should I not stop Emily?”

“Don't stop touching me!”

“Where am I touching you, Emily?” I heard him growling slowly.

“On my clit,” I breathed out.

“We could take this to the bathroom,” he whispered in my ear.

Confused as to why he would move from the bedroom to the bathroom, I moved around to settle in a comfortable position while still on the bed when I felt my hand resting on something hard.

Thinking it was the remote to turn up the remote of the song that was playing in the background. I started touching it and rubbing it but it wouldn't stay in my hand.

Hearing a hiss before he growled out the words, “Emily stop and wake up.” I finally opened my eyes and saw that we were still on the plane and were about to land.

It took me a couple of seconds to realize where I was and that I was dreaming and that my hand was still resting on something hard.

Praying to God, it wasn't what I think it was. Slowly looking down, I saw exactly what my hand was on. There it was, resting casually on his huge bulge.

Drawing my hand back so fast, you think it was burnt. I heard him let out a throaty laugh before saying, “I am so looking forward to this week.

With my heart in my throat, I closed my eyes and tried to catch my breath.

We just arrived in Paris, and already I am touching him all over.