With his fingers, he traces down my spine and follows with his mouth.The dress falls to the ground landing with a poof around my ankles.I step out holding onto my bra while turning to face him again.Kicking off his shoes, he slides his jeans down and stands in his fitted boxer shorts before me.“Lay down,” he demands.
I sit on the edge of the bed before maneuvering my legs onto it.He leans down and takes my shoes off one by one with care.Getting onto the bed, he moves between my legs and so uncharacteristically like me, I let him.I feel his hardness as he moves higher until he’s hovering over me.With a finger, he pulls down the loose bra and begins rubbing his hand over my breast.Bending down, he takes my nipple into his mouth and sucks gently, then bites just enough to make my back arch up.Wanting more, I moan ever so softly.There’s more sucking before he moves over to the other breast and repeats the sweet torturous process.
My straps are taken down slowly, leaving me bare underneath him.His chest presses down on mine, our skin heating from the contact.With his mouth on my skin, he says, “Je vais te faire l’amour et ensuite te baiser de telle sorte que tu te souviennes de moi longtemps après avoir quitté Paris.”
Words coated in sexual prowess cover the nook of my neck.I react with uncontrolled heavy breaths, my mind swirling, not able to latch onto the meaning of what he said.In English this time, he says, “I'm going to make love to you, then fuck you so you’ll remember me long after you leave Paris.”
And with that, I grip my thighs to his sides, and rub against his erection, the few inhibitions I was holding onto annihilated by his promise.A promise I hope he keeps.
My panties are soaked as the feel of the cotton between us adds to the sensations, making me feel wanton and equally sexy.One of my breasts is squeezed, then kneaded as our lips find purchase against each other again.Our tongues are even deeper until his mouth owns mine and I have a feeling he already owns more when it comes to me.But my mind goes numb, my thoughts silencing as our bodies speak their own inviting language of love...and fuck.
The twin bed doesn’t offer a lot of room, but there’s enough for him to flip me suddenly on top of him.“Remove these,” he says, tugging at the side of my panties.
Staring down at him, I grab the waistband of his boxers and say, “Remove these.”
The cockiest grin I’ve ever witnessed crosses his lips and he nods.“I like this you.”
I roll to the side and strip the rest of the way.The panties were just an obstacle at this stage anyway.I may not have had sex with many guys, only two notches on my invisible bedpost, but this time is different.I’m different.I want this—not because I’m somebody’s girlfriend or because it’s that time in a relationship.I want this.I want him because he makes my body crave him in ways I’ve never craved someone before.“Not the normal me?”
He’s naked next to me and I’m fascinated by his hardened length.I run my fingers over him, causing his body to react.I love the control.He covers my hand with his and closes my fingers around his cock.As we rub up and down slowly, him squeezing me, me squeezing him, he says, “I like the other you too, but you’re relaxed.”
“I’ve been drinking.”
“You’re not drunk.”Our hands quicken.
My thighs tighten together.I’m wet in anticipation.I look up until our eyes meet.“No, I’m not drunk.”
He reaches to his toiletry bag on the nightstand and pulls a condom out of it.Moaning from pleasure as we jerk him off, he says, “Stop.”The word comes out harsher, almost chaotic.Our hands release before he has a chance to finish and he rips open the packet, slides the condom on, and then adds, “I want you on top.”
Maybe he can see the fear in my eyes or can sense it because his expression softens.“Have you ever been on top?”
I shake my head shyly, suddenly feeling like he’ll judge me for my lack of experience.“But I make amazing chocolate chunk brownies.”
Laughing, he makes me giggle too.He pauses, staring at me.Then he says, “I will make you feel good.”His hand moves between my legs and his fingers slip between my lower lips, not hurried, but with purpose.When he begins to massage my clit, my head drops to the mattress and I adjust to give him more access, easier access.He sits up on his elbow, facing me.Dragging his fingertips upward, he brings them to his mouth and ‘tastes’ me again.
Lying back, he says, “Come here.”Directing me on top of him, I stop when I see he wants me above his mouth.I look down at him, my body flaming in desire and some new shame that he’ll not like what he sees or eats or tastes or whatever he plans to do to me in this position.“You taste so good.I want to do this for you and for me.”
Swallowing my humiliation down, I try to clear my head and go with the sensations again and position myself above him.He grips my hips lowering me down.Reaching forward I grab a hold of the bed in front of me.When his tongue touches me for the first time, I jump a little and my knees tighten around his head.“Relax, Sunshine.”
Taking a deep breath, I try to calm down and enjoy this.He kisses my inner thigh softly and I look down to watch him.His eyes are on mine as his head shifts and he kisses my clit this time, lingering there a moment before opening his mouth and sucking gently.My eyelids flutter closed as I feel him taking care of me in ways that no one has ever done.I move.My body is caught between pleasure and pain as he draws out parts of me I’ve never felt.As his tongue enters me, I realize how dirty, scandalous, and absolutely fucking amazing this feels.
My grip tightens on the wood that suddenly feels fragile under my fingers, my nails scraping against it, leaving notches of my own.My legs start to quiver as my body begins to quake, tremoring to life.Then he stops...
“What are you doing?”My voice goes up an octave with desperation.
Grabbing my hips tighter, he moves me lower.“I want inside of you.”One of his hands leaves my skin and I slide down.I see him pumping, then holding himself up for me.
I rise up just enough until the tip of his cock is touching me, my body already aching for him to fill me.Lowering my palms to his chest, I lower my body.My heart races as I take him in slowly until I’m fully seated.“Hey,” his voice drawing my attention.“You feel incroyable.”
I love how he starts in English and ends in French.Smiling, I rise back up, feeling my own confidence.Every time I move down, the fullness makes my entire soul feel complete.Emotions running rampant should scare me, but I let go of the worries and enjoy instead.
Olivier sits up and I angle my legs around, moving against him.We kiss and kiss and make love and fuck.Our room is filled with moans of pleasure, groans of beautiful sexual pain, and slick bodies coming together.I feel the sweat in his hair against my temple and treasure it.I brought this man to his knees and he’s now bringing me to mine.The tightening begins deep from where our bodies are linked, spreading as an inner explosion drowns the color from the back of my eyelids, brightening my world.
His movements become erratic.I love his drive as he uses my body to chase his own release.Then he holds me tightly, stilling me as he moves beneath, his hot breath coming out in curses and ‘Sunshine’ being uttered.Two kisses are given just behind my ear, then he sighs.His arms are around me and with my eyes closed, I can imagine staying like this forever.
