The group was enjoying a few days off in Paris, excited about sightseeing and Wendi and Nick were fully taking advantage of being in the "city for lovers." They immediately went to their room, without saying a word to anyone.
The next day, the group had decided to go out to dinner together. During tours, they were always together, but they never all got to hang out together. They were often off at different press conferences or radio interviews or whatever, so the evening was just theirs, to enjoy each other's company and have some fun.
Dinner was excellent, but the majority of the group decided that going back to the hotel was probably best. There had been a few whispered stares at the restaurant, and they just wanted to get back to the peacefulness of the hotel. LuAnn was heading to her room when Wendi stopped her. "Hey girl. Just chillin in your room tonight?"
"Yeah probably. I might go down to the bar and see what's going on down there, but yeah, more than likely, I'll just be watching some TV."
"Cool. Oh, before I forget, Howie told me that he wants you to stop by his room sometime tonight. Said something about needing to give you something, I dunno," Wendi explained.
"Alrighty, I'll stop by there on my way down to the bar. Catch ya later girl, and keep it down. The walls are thin! 'Oh Nick, oh shit, fuck me Nick,'" LuAnn did her best impression of the sounds she heard last night.
Just then, Nick poked his head out of the door. "Now LuAnn, I know you want me, but I'm already taken," Nick joked.
"Bite my ass Carter! Talk to ya later Wendi. Have fun you two!" LuAnn laughed as she walked towards Howie's room. She knocked on the door. "Howie? Wendi said you wanted me to come down here?"
"Yeah, hold on." LuAnn heard him rustling around the room, then heard his footsteps getting closer. "Close your eyes LuAnn."
"What?"
"Please, just do it," he said.
LuAnn complied and she heard the door open. She felt Howie softly take her hand and lead her into the room. "Howie, what's going on?"
She heard the door close and the soft click of the lock. She sensed Howie standing right in front of her. She felt his hands wrap around the back of her neck and quickly she felt his hot breath on her ear. "I wanna kiss you in Paris," he whispered before trailing his lips down the slope of her neck. She shivered from the touch. He gently intertwined his fingers with hers. "I wanna hold your hand in Rome," he again whispered sensually in her ear.
LuAnn's breath caught in her throat. "H-Howie?"
"Open your eyes," he said softly.
She obeyed and quickly surveyed the room. Candles were everywhere, and before her was Howie, his purple silk shirt unbuttoned, showing his fabulous chest and stomach, the black Dockers hanging on his hips. She looked at the window and found the curtains open, providing a spectacular view of the lit up Eiffel Tower. She looked at him wide-eyed. "How-how did you know?"
"I stumbled upon your CD a few weeks ago on the plane. I asked Wendi for your CDs. I hope you're not angry," he explained.
"No, it's, oh God," she stammered, and embarrassedly lowered her head.
Howie placed a finger under her chin, lifting her head to look her in the eyes. Their gaze conveyed what their mouth's couldn't say. Slowly he leaned his head down and captured her lips in a passionate kiss. LuAnn's hands rested softly on his upper arms, gently caressing as her mind fiercely tried to comprehend what was happening. He softly broke the kiss, and began undoing the buttons on her black button-down sweater. He began whispering in her ear, "I wanna run naked in a rainstorm." As he finished the line, he eased the sweater off her arms and it fell carelessly to the floor, exposing her naked upper torso to him. "No trains, but I wanna make love to you nonetheless," he said, kissing her again, the passionate strength of the kiss making LuAnn's knees weak. She ran her hands up his chest and then down his back, taking his shirt along with them, and it too fell to the floor.
Howie scooped her up and carried her to the bed, placing her gently on it, acting as though she was a fragile doll, and then climbed up beside her, once again kissing her, leaving her breathless.
She broke the kiss as she struggled for air. "Oh God Howie," she said, trying to find the words for what she wanted to say.
He quickly hushed her with a finger. "No words LuAnn, the song said it all." He dropped soft kisses all along her neck and she softly moaned at the feel of his lips dancing across her skin, her fingers weaving through his hair. His lips found her breasts, and he placed sweet kisses all around them before gently sucking on her nipples, making them rise underneath his tongue. He then trailed kisses down to the waistband of her black dress pants. He softly licked the skin there before popping open the button and eased down the zipper, kissing every inch of newly exposed skin as he went. LuAnn sighed as she enjoyed the feel of his lips all over her body. She was on fire and didn't really know how much more she could take of his sweet torture.
He left her pants where they were and made his way up to her face. He gently brushed a few stray hairs away from her forehead, gazing into her eyes. "You are so beautiful LuAnn," he whispered.
"Howie," she replied.
"Shhh," he silenced her by kissing her once again, never being able to get enough, never tiring of feeling her lips beneath his, her tongue softly stroking his. LuAnn was loving every minute of this, but she body was silently screaming to her that it needed more.
Her hands went down to his pants and began to unbutton them. She slid her hands down the back of his hands, softly squeezing his ass through the silk boxers, receiving a soft moan from Howie's throat. She removed her hands and began pushing the obtrusive items down over his hips, then using her feet to fully remove them. She gasped as she could feel him pressing hard into her thigh. "Howie, my pants, please," she pleaded with him, wanting to feel his skin against hers.
He gladly obliged, sliding her pants along with her panties excruciatingly slow down her legs, licking along her legs as he went. He then trailed his tongue back up her body, stopping when he got to her upper thighs. He gently sucked on the sensitive skin, loving the sounds coming from her throat. Never had he heard anything so erotic in all his life. He hovered over her center briefly, letting his hot breath slide over her, loving the look of frustration crossing her face. He soon took pity on her, gliding his tongue over her slit, her hips bucking up from the bed at the sudden, yet wonderful sensations.
LuAnn's hands wrapped around his silky hair. "Oh shit Howie," she choked out, her body on fire. She could feel his grin against her skin as he continued his assault. Time and time again, she was on the brink of her orgasm, and he would gently bring her down, before taking her right back up again. "God dammit Howie, please!" she begged, looking down at him laying between her legs, a pleading look on her face. He brought his head up, locked eyes with her, giving her a sexy grin. Then he started to crawl back up her body.
"Are you ready baby?" he asked her, the lust dripping off every syllable.
"Please Howie," she said, grasping his ass and pulling him towards her. "Do it now," she begged. Their groans were simultaneous as he entered her. He paused briefly. The feel of her warmth surrounding him was so heavenly, he was afraid if he didn't stop, this wouldn't take very long. "Oh sweet Jesus," LuAnn gasped, as he began his slow, measured thrusts. He was taking his time, making everything feel so good, driving LuAnn crazy in the process. She begged, pleaded with him to go faster, yet he stood his ground. She felt so good that he didn't want it to be over, so he held his pace.
"Damn LuAnn, you feel so fucking good," he moaned. She locked her ankles around his back, causing him to thrust deeper and deeper into her. The deeper he went the better it felt and he soon couldn't hold back. His thrusts increased and he knew it wouldn't be that much longer. "Oh fuck," he panted.
"Shit Howie, harder, I'm almost fucking there," she said, digging her nails into his back, causing him to moan at the pain. LuAnn felt her orgasm approaching, her moans getting louder and louder, and soon Howie was joining in, and they both moaned loudly together and they fell into their orgasms together.
Howie collapsed on her chest, exhausted, and totally satisfied. LuAnn's hand gently caressed the back of his head as she tried to regain some sort of normal breathing pattern. "Jesus Howie, that was incredible," she said, dropping a loving kiss on his forehead.
Howie propped himself up on his elbow, caressing her face with his other hand. "No babe, you are incredible. Did I justify it?" he asked, grin on his face.
"Justify what?" she asked, confused.
Howie just laughed. "Your love hun," he replied.
"Oh yeah," she exclaimed, grabbing him in a passionate kiss, intent on having him justify it the rest of the night.
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