"Maman, Maman!" Tav cries. "Tu es belle, tres tres belle!" and he runs to the bottom of the stairs holding his hands out to touch her.
"Tres belle," I whisper. Lily is dressed in a pale seafoam green silk chiffon gown with layers and layers of diagonal wisps crossing and floating like moth wings, fluttering as the air catches the filmy silks when she moves down the stairs, revealing a diagonally cut slim but flowing sheath holding her body. But even in this inmost layer, there are whispy cuts that reveal and conceal her silken flesh that only I know is there.
I want to forget about this social event, and carry her upstairs.
"Tu aime?" She says to me, a little uncertain at this, our first social engagement of importance.
I cannot say a word. I am just eating her with my eyes. Tav, however, is not so paralyzed, and he rushes towards her, grabbing her around the waist. She picks him up, holds him to her and kisses him full mouthed on his neck with her eyes closed, and I catch my breath. My god, how am I ever going to get through this evening without............. and, as she reads my face her eyes darken. I can imagine how wet she is now, how she smells of sex, and I am so ready for her. I blink my eyes and take her hand leaning over it to give her the first kiss of the evening. Every other pair of lips will lay over my first imprint. I open my mouth and the tip of my tongue caresses her, just as I did when I first met her.
"I am not sure I can last the entire evening now." I frown at her for teasing me this way.
Lily laughs her throaty husky laugh, happy at my response.
"You are a pure sorcery Lily. I know what you are going to do to all the men there." I lean in to kiss her lightly, not wanting to disturb her hair, but my special lock has danced out of her arrangement, and I tuck it back in saying, "Now don't you provoke anyone else. No one else is to touch you. Understand?" and I touch my lips to her before I wind her back in.
I hold her fur for her as she shrugs her shoulders to accept my hands around her. And I lead her to the door where our carriage awaits. She turns to lean and kiss Tav one more time telling him, "Please go to sleep and when I come home I will wake you and kiss you goodnight."
Tav smiles and tells her, "I will be very good Mama." and he watches us with wide eyes as we go out the door.
In the carriage Lily adjusts the layers of her gown turning to me and saying, "Tonight there will be so many other beautiful women. I will no longer be the most beautiful in the room as I was in New York." She bites her lower lip and holds it between her teeth. I gently remove it and I see there is a sheen on her lips I have never seen before.
"Lily you will always be the most beautiful woman in the room to me. Forever."
"That's not what I meant. I am afraid of all the beautiful Parisian women that will devour you with their eyes. I will watch you and not let you out of my sight." She licks her lips and touches me, feeling how hard I am for her. She plays with the buttons and says, "I have been wanting to try something that I heard the girls talking about at the dressmakers." And again she wets her lips.
"Lily, stop this right now. You must, you must or we will never get there. You will not be able to go inside after what I will do to you."
"Ahhhhh. I am looking forward to that. Do you suppose we can find a secluded place for awhile?"
"Oh my god, Lily. I am your husband. You are not supposed to be seducing me like this." I reach out my hand and slide it between one of the diagonal wisps of her dress, then through another and another, my eyes growing wider each second as I realize how this dress has been designed. "Lily, did you design this dress?"
"There are no wives here tonight," she says.
"Oui. I have been thinking about a couturier shop. But would you approve? Or is that something a Baroness ought not to do?"
"Anything that would please you, you can do."
"Anything?" She asks as she moistens her lips.
We are approaching our destination but I continue with my fingers and finally I gain her entrance through the silken door of her gown. She is wearing nothing between the dress and my fingers and I moan. I can feel her wetness and I can smell her sex mixed with her perfume.
"Do you like my perfume," she says. "I collaborated with my perfumer and I added something to it that he said was perfect." She smiles and I know what she added.
"Lily you are going to drive every man mad in there."
"I only want to drive you mad."
"You have. And now I am going to have to watch your every move tonight. Do not leave my sight."
"Lord Rothschild will be here tonight. I want very much to have the paper extended to Berlin. It will depend on his approval."
"Lord Rothschild?" says Lily and her voice rises an octave.
"What! You know him! How? When? Where?"
"In New York. He was at the soiree of Mrs. Brys when I directed all the tableaux vivants. I was introduced to him there. I doubt he will remember."
"What tableaux vivants? I never saw one with you."
"It was before we met. I was in the very last scene. It was the night Seldon told me he loved me and I kissed him lightly on the lips and told him never to mention it again."
"Not really. Nothing to say. Just fond memories of my friendship with Seldon."
"He was a fool to leave you free for me. I am so blessed he did."
And now we have arrived. I take her hand to help her alight from the carriage and she smiles shyly at me as we go into our first large social event together. I can smell sex in a light misty cloud surrounding her and I shiver, knowing what that smell will do to every man in the room. She will feel like the most beautiful woman in Paris tonight and I must watch her carefully as many of them will swirl around her, as moths do when they wish to mate. Perhaps I can find an empty room to lure her into.