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  My mouth returned to her chest, taking a heaving breast between my teeth, biting violently around the nipple, tugging fiercely and lashing wickedly with my tongue. Her body suddenly went rigid, vibrating almost imperceptibly for several seconds.

  Her climax was a beautiful experience for me as an "innocent" bystander. Her body lurched repeatedly several times, bucking hard against my hand before I released her breast from my mouth and raised my head to drink in the primal display before me. She bucked fiercely, her gasps loud and unmistakable in the room, her movements causing the bed to squeak in wonderful protest. Yet even before her body had stilled, I changed my position, kneeling on the floor between her legs, removing my three fingers only to replace them with my lips affixed to her succulent sex, drinking of her freely-flowing passions.

  Long after Julie had finally calmed from her turbulent orgasm, I continued to sample her tangy nectar. Gently, I licked and probed, never seeming to be able to taste enough of her. Her legs crossed behind my neck, and her hands gently petted my head as if I were a small kitten. I continued to lap at her like a kitten lapping at a bowl of fresh milk, and my ears were rewarded by the soft contented sighs escaping her lips.

  When at last I stood once more, I gazed upon her with deep, profound admiration and love. Her eyes met mine with the same intensity, and I stepped back as she stood with me. Our kiss was sweet, gentle, soft, and she whimpered once again as she tasted her own nectar upon my lips. My erection had faded a little as I had feasted upon her feminine charms, but I felt her hand slip between her legs, then she spread her wetness upon my manhood and began to stroke slowly, reinvigorating me in more ways than one as she repeatedly kissed my chest.

  "Please," Julie finally whispered, "make love to me."

  I smiled into her hair as I kissed the top of her head. Then I maneuvered us back to the window and stood behind her. My hands went to her chest, cupping her breasts gently, essentially forming a human bra. "Look out the window," I whispered into her ear. "Look out across the City of Love. Could there possibly be any better place to make love?"

  "No," she whispered sweetly, her hands covering mine. She squeezed my hands, causing my hands to squeeze her breasts gently, pressing back into my hard erection.

  "Bend forward." Julie released my hands and leaned forward, her hands upon the windowsill. I could hear her breathing quickening in anticipation as she spread her legs wide so I could enter her more easily. Yet, as appealing as was the thought of our bodies joining together, I instead masturbated her again, only briefly, just enough to cause her to mew seductively and wet my hand once more. Then, I stroked myself a few times and guided myself to her.

  With a combined sigh, our bodies joined as one. Slowly, respectfully, I entered my wife's body, feeling her clench around me as I carefully maneuvered deeper into her until I filled her completely.

  "To make love to you here..." she began, her quiet words trailing off as my hands returned to her breasts, kneading them as they fell away from her.

  Her forehead against the cool glass of the window, Julie moved back against me, setting a low, romantic pace. I let her move against me at first, then matched her pace, leaning over her, practically laying my chest on her back. I lost track of how much time passed as we stood/laid together in this awkward manner, reveling in each other even as we both looked out the window across the cityscape, La Tour Eiffel brightly lit in the distance and unmistakable against the cloudy night sky.

  "Je t'aime, ma petite Julie."

  Even as I spoke those and other loving words in my second language, I straightened up behind this beautiful young woman and gradually increased the tempo of our lovemaking. My hands now firmly upon her hips, I spoke to her in those words she did not understand yet adored so much. In time, she straightened up, her body arched severely so I could still easily make love to her. Together, we fondled her chest, her hands once again upon mine, and I heard her begin to moan and whimper softly, clearly enjoying this romantic scenario.

  Our lovemaking continued to increase in tempo, our passions rising together. Perspiration began to cover our skin. She reached up, locking her fingers behind my neck, baring her body to my ministrations as my hands groped her seemingly everywhere. Given that French is not my native language, I reached the point where I was incapable of continuing to grace her ears with the language of romance, but her soft, nearly-incoherent babble of pleasure bubbled forth from her lips to take its place.

  Together, we entered a higher plane of existence. Suddenly, we were no longer two individuals whose bodies were joined in the most primal dance known to humans. We had entered a more beautiful space, one in which we were connected as one single entity with the universe. We were unable to distinguish where one of us ended and the other began, nor could we discern a difference between a human body and a celestial body. We floated in this fulfilling void for both a millisecond and an eternity concurrently, seeing and feeling both everything imaginable and nothing at all simultaneously.

  Then, we returned to the present, Julie kneeling at the window as I knelt behind her, clutching her protectively as she cried joyfully in my arms. I rocked my wife gently, myself close to tears from the intense beauty of the experience we had just shared.

  It was with great reluctance that we returned to L'Aéroport Charles de Gaule on the morning of February 15. Now that I had at last had the opportunity to create many beautiful memories in the City of Love, I was absolutely certain that I would return with Julie in the future. And as we took off from the airport and I looked past my young wife out the window at the city in the distance below us, I could see on Julie's face that she desperately wanted to return with me as well.

  Even before the plane left French airspace, we had silently vowed to return to the City of Love for Valentine's Day 2006.

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