A MAN OF VISION is published in Ellora's Cavemen Seasons of Seduction Volume III, but print restrictions prevented the last chapter of the book from being included. I've posted it here as a bonus for readers. It takes place during Delphine and Cristoforo's honeymoon. I hope you enjoy it!
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“You were the most beautiful woman there,” Cristoforo said, turning off the water for the bath he and Delphine were to share.
They had just returned from a dinner at the German embassy in Paris where Cristoforo’s second statue of Beethoven had been unveiled. It had been well received, but he was relieved to be away from the glittering crowd and back in their hotel room. Now that he’d concluded his business obligations, the two of them could concentrate on their honeymoon. Cristoforo grinned as he stripped off his tuxedo and slid into the hot water to await his wife.
When she came into the bathroom gloriously naked, he decided on the spot to postpone his next commission so he could sculpt her. The pose would take further thought, but as she refastened some of her hairpins, he resolved to depict her with braided hair, because that was how she still wore it in public, letting it down only for him, and he wanted to remain true to that. Or perhaps he would leave one loose curl to fall teasingly over her shoulder.
“Mmm, that feels so nice,” she said as she joined him in the bath.
They both slouched lower under the water as he settled her between his legs, her back to his front. Feeling amorous, he scooped up water and sloshed it over her breasts, letting his palms brush her nipples.
“That feels even nicer.” She stroked his legs under the water. “I still can’t believe we’re staying in the Coco Chanel suite.”
Cristoforo allowed himself a self-satisfied smile. Knowing how much Delphine loved Chanel, he’d procured this suite at the Ritz for a week. The rooms had set him back thousands, but the stunned look on Delphine’s face when she found out had been worth it. She spent fifteen minutes just walking through the sumptuous gold and pink rooms, touching the furniture, the accessories, all of it designed to match the décor of Coco’s era. Delphine’s delight affected him like a drug, an addiction for which he was supremely grateful. Before her, he had thought that God had ordained a life of creation for him, but now he saw that art could still occupy a key role in his life, but would no longer be the focus.
Delphine rubbed his foot with hers. “Did you know Coco Chanel was a courtesan? She used the money from her patrons to finance her millinery shop.”
“Now I am seeing why you like Chanel so good.” He nuzzled her neck, cupping her breasts and enjoying the feel of how they bobbed in the water.
“And, wouldn’t you know it, they’re showing their Spring Collection this week, but it’s by invitation only,” she said with a sigh.
Cristoforo smiled as she stroked his legs, sliding her hands along his thighs and around his knees. “What if I say I got you invitation…?”
He felt her go still. She turned her head to look at him, her aquamarine eyes wide. “An invitation to the Chanel fashion show?”
“Well…I get back favors from friends and we go on Saturday.”
Water splashed up as she flipped over to face him, almost unmanning him in the process. She shrieked and grabbed his head.
“This isn’t a joke, is it?”
“No, no joke.”
She squealed and kicked her feet, causing water to fly everywhere. “Oh my God. I can’t believe it! I’m going to see the Chanel Spring Collection!”
Wiping his face, he chuckled at her exuberance. “Si. We spend giant size money. Every dress you want, you buy. Then we walk all over Paris so people see you and fall down from being amazed.”
Delphine relaxed on top of him. She couldn’t believe the lengths to which this man would go to make her happy. Cristoforo gave everything of himself without reservation. It was that quality of his that she hoped to emulate. Before meeting him, she’d been living in a state of fear. She had always seen herself as goal-oriented and focused, savvy about who she was and what made her happy. It took Cristoforo’s intensity, his all or nothing personality for her to see that shielding herself from emotional hurt might be safe, but safety led to stagnation. She hated to think what might have happened if she hadn’t taken Cristoforo as a client. She might have gone her whole life cruising along thinking herself content and never knowing the utter joy of sharing her life with this vital, loving man.
Cristoforo cocked his head. “You look at me strange,” he said. “What you thinking?”
“I am thinking that I want to make love to you in this bathtub right now.”
He grinned. “Eccellente.”
“And afterward, we’ll call room service for a special birthday dessert.”
He raised an eyebrow. “But we have dessert at the embassy and my birthday was two months ago.”
She smiled and stretched, rubbing herself against him. “You’re not the only one with surprises, you know.”
“You make a surprise for me?” he asked, sliding his hands down her back to caress her derriere.
“Well, it’s not really a surprise. I’m just following through on a promise.”
“You promise to love, honor, all of that. I no remember a dessert promise.”
Delphine drew a long breath as desire rolled through her, centering in her pussy. Shifting upward, she straddled him while he reached down and angled his cock so that when she sank down, he sank inside. “I promised you a chocolate soufflé for your birthday, remember? They wouldn’t let me make it, but they will be delivering one in about half an hour.”
His hands on her waist, he rocked into her with a lazy tempo and the water in the tub sloshed against the sides.
“Ah, sex with my wife and then chocolate after. I am dreaming awake. My happy feelings are so big I no can explain in English.”
She leaned forward so her breasts brushed against his chest. “Then tell me this way,” she said, shifting her hips against him indulgently.
Cristoforo gave her a slow smile and, to her immense delight, proceeded to do just that.
