The French Countess's Secrets (gxg) #Wattys2017

Chapter 2. Sweet Memories

"Anni, Isn't it simply magnificent?" Claire asked with a beam of delight and love in her eyes. Her eyes sparkled every time she found a new piece of art that she was utterly captivated by.

"Not as beautiful as you love, but yes it is quite amazing." I replied happily holding her hand.

Claire and I were on summer break in New York and we promised each other that we would see every art museum there was in the Big Apple. So, here we are at the MOMA, and in front of us was the most exquisite piece, The She-Wolf by Pollock. It was one of her favorite pieces of art.

The joy that she felt and showed was contagious. Being around her was like being on a high every moment of every day and I loved it, I loved her. Her synergy was infectious and I craved it like a drug. Claire was beautiful in every way possible. She had a joyous personality. Blues eyes that held the stars in them and lips that were a perfect shade of pinkish red, she needed no lipstick at all. Her hair is dark brown with hints of gold and it cascaded in beautiful curls all the way down her back like a waterfall, coming to rest in the center of her slender back. And when she smiled, it went all the way to her eyes, making every muscle in my body stiffen. She was the epitome of an Amazonian Princess at best and the most beautiful woman I had ever seen in my life and she was mine. That thought made me smile and as I held her hand and watched her gleam in delight at the painting I couldn't help myself, I quickly hurled her into my arms and brought her honey flavored lips to meet mine. I didn't care who was watching and I sure as hell didn't care if her bodyguard was standing there within a feet.

Claire gasped in delight, wrapped her arms around my neck without hesitation as I held her waist and deepened the kiss to my pleasure. Our tongues danced in unison, playing a dangerous game of catch me if you can in public, a game we should stop as our needs grew with every sweet capture and taste of our tongues dancing in delight. Her lips and tongue were soft, plump and so delicious. The heat in my body starts to reach an ungodly temperature and I slowly but reluctantly pulled away, both of us out of breath. Each time we kissed, always felt like the first, it was amazing after being together after two years.

She looked at me questioningly, with a want in her eyes that I was all too familiar. I held her close to me, closing the world around us out. I could feel the stares of passersby but for me at that moment it was just us. When we were together nothing came in the way of our love and we promised each other that we would never let that happen. Slowly I leaned into her mouth, biting her lower lip ever so gently, earning a satisfactory moan from Claire. Her eyes darken slightly and I could feel her long elegant fingers playing with the nape of my neck, tangling in her fingers my hair that lay flat and smooth against the surface.

"I love you Anni," she whispered ever so lovingly that only I could hear. And with that, I smiled, closed my eyes, placed my nose on her neck, and took a deep breath in, inhaling her scent. Her smell was so unique, jasmine, rose oil, orris root and Italian cinnamon mixed with her chemistry all infused together creating the perfect fragrance. The perfume, which I loved, imperial majesty was perfect for her, as if it was made specifically for her.

"I love you more," I breathed in her neck as I trailed small kisses along the way journeying back to her mouth.

"Mm-mm, should we leave love," she said as she licked and bite her bottom lip ever so gently, teasing me further staring at my lips in wanton need. She knew very well what she was doing to me at that moment, she was monstrous and I loved every moment of it. I could feel our need growing for each other as we both gazed into each other's eyes unbothered by our surroundings, inching our bodies closer together that not even air could pass. Feeling Claire's voluptuous breasts made me moan audible with a guttural effect. Claire's eyes beamed in delight and mischief and I could see that she was about to win another one of our titillating games. So,