deep V neckline.
Cupping both breasts, he rolled my nipples gently between his fingers, his tongue in my mouth, tasting the cognac off one another. Slowly he slipped the dress off my shoulders, deepening the kiss. The gossamer fabric fell open and down to my waist, as if it were designed for seduction. My breasts grew heavy as my breath came out in small gasps.
Groaning, he buried his head between my breasts, mumbling something in French I couldn’t understand. He took a nipple in his mouth, his stubble scraping over my tender flesh. Liquid fire ignited in my belly, burning a path down my body directly to my center. I let out a soft moan as I twirled my fingers in his silky hair.
The jeweled belt fell with a soft clunk to the floor and the fine fabric quickly followed, falling in a pool around my feet. “You were made for fucking.” I sucked in a breath, my insides clenching at the primal lust in his eyes.
“Tonight I make you mine,” Alain growled, pulling at his bow-tie. Burning for him to get back to my body, I undid the buttons to his shirt with trembling fingers, pushing it off his shoulders.
Thank fuck for that . My pussy clenched in anticipation, drenched.
Reaching down to undo his belt, my hand brushed his erection. A feral groan, and more swearing followed, as he stepped out of his pants. I gaped at his perfect torso, his sculpted abs and the trail of dark hair leading to his steel-hard length. I was practically salivating. Alain could have been an underwear model in his Calvin Klein briefs. I licked my lips involuntarily, eager to get my mouth around his cock.
“Now you’re asking for it.” He laughed softly, “And tonight you’re going to get it.” My hand slipped under his boxer’s waistband and I held his length in my palm, stroking the wet tip with my thumb. He let out a sharp hiss between his teeth, both of us tugging at his underpants, desperate to set his erection free.
He pulled me down to the soft rug in front of the fireplace, holding me in his arms.
Flesh to flesh.
Finally.
He kissed me passionately, the fire in both of us desperately eager to be quenched. His hands ran freely over my body, pulling me against him, as if he couldn’t get enough of me.
His tongue slowly explored downward as he kissed his way past my neck. Trailing his mouth down my stomach, he licked my belly till I wriggled and moaned beneath him.
More. Lower. Please.
Placing himself between my legs, he slipped off my G-string. His eyes were blazing, his rippled muscles tensed. With his mouth on my mound, I arched my back as he pushed my legs apart. His hands gripped my ass as he started a torturous slow dance with his tongue. He slid over me, his tip at my entrance, and stared into my eyes.
“I want you, ma cherie.”
Oh god, yes. Finally.
He sat up and reached for his pants. I watched as he fumbled and cursed before it dawned on me what he was doing.
“No Alain, I’m on the pill.”
I reached out to pull him back to me. He came willingly, a fine mist of perspiration covering his skin. My arms slipped around his neck, drawing him to me.
“I want you. Skin to skin.”
His eyes widened and a vein ticked in his neck.
At last.
“So fucking wet. So ready for me.” He grunted.
Gently he glided himself into me, filling me with every inch of his hard shaft.
“Alain,” I moaned against his ear as he moved rhythmically inside me. I responded in kind. For every thrust, I rose up to meet him, eager to feel him inside me. His mouth possessed mine, our fingers intertwined.
“Come with me,” he rumbled from deep within his chest.
My whole body tingled and I exploded around him, moaning as my breath quickened. Alain found his release, pumping his juices into me as he exploded.
Gazing into my eyes, I saw wonder in his soft blue eyes as he whispered my name. It sounded like a prayer on his lips. Holding me reverently in his arms, as if I was some kind of goddess to be worshipped, he stayed inside me as he
Cupping both breasts, he rolled my nipples gently between his fingers, his tongue in my mouth, tasting the cognac off one another. Slowly he slipped the dress off my shoulders, deepening the kiss. The gossamer fabric fell open and down to my waist, as if it were designed for seduction. My breasts grew heavy as my breath came out in small gasps.
Groaning, he buried his head between my breasts, mumbling something in French I couldn’t understand. He took a nipple in his mouth, his stubble scraping over my tender flesh. Liquid fire ignited in my belly, burning a path down my body directly to my center. I let out a soft moan as I twirled my fingers in his silky hair.
The jeweled belt fell with a soft clunk to the floor and the fine fabric quickly followed, falling in a pool around my feet. “You were made for fucking.” I sucked in a breath, my insides clenching at the primal lust in his eyes.
“Tonight I make you mine,” Alain growled, pulling at his bow-tie. Burning for him to get back to my body, I undid the buttons to his shirt with trembling fingers, pushing it off his shoulders.
Thank fuck for that . My pussy clenched in anticipation, drenched.
Reaching down to undo his belt, my hand brushed his erection. A feral groan, and more swearing followed, as he stepped out of his pants. I gaped at his perfect torso, his sculpted abs and the trail of dark hair leading to his steel-hard length. I was practically salivating. Alain could have been an underwear model in his Calvin Klein briefs. I licked my lips involuntarily, eager to get my mouth around his cock.
“Now you’re asking for it.” He laughed softly, “And tonight you’re going to get it.” My hand slipped under his boxer’s waistband and I held his length in my palm, stroking the wet tip with my thumb. He let out a sharp hiss between his teeth, both of us tugging at his underpants, desperate to set his erection free.
He pulled me down to the soft rug in front of the fireplace, holding me in his arms.
Flesh to flesh.
Finally.
He kissed me passionately, the fire in both of us desperately eager to be quenched. His hands ran freely over my body, pulling me against him, as if he couldn’t get enough of me.
His tongue slowly explored downward as he kissed his way past my neck. Trailing his mouth down my stomach, he licked my belly till I wriggled and moaned beneath him.
More. Lower. Please.
Placing himself between my legs, he slipped off my G-string. His eyes were blazing, his rippled muscles tensed. With his mouth on my mound, I arched my back as he pushed my legs apart. His hands gripped my ass as he started a torturous slow dance with his tongue. He slid over me, his tip at my entrance, and stared into my eyes.
“I want you, ma cherie.”
Oh god, yes. Finally.
He sat up and reached for his pants. I watched as he fumbled and cursed before it dawned on me what he was doing.
“No Alain, I’m on the pill.”
I reached out to pull him back to me. He came willingly, a fine mist of perspiration covering his skin. My arms slipped around his neck, drawing him to me.
“I want you. Skin to skin.”
His eyes widened and a vein ticked in his neck.
At last.
“So fucking wet. So ready for me.” He grunted.
Gently he glided himself into me, filling me with every inch of his hard shaft.
“Alain,” I moaned against his ear as he moved rhythmically inside me. I responded in kind. For every thrust, I rose up to meet him, eager to feel him inside me. His mouth possessed mine, our fingers intertwined.
“Come with me,” he rumbled from deep within his chest.
My whole body tingled and I exploded around him, moaning as my breath quickened. Alain found his release, pumping his juices into me as he exploded.
Gazing into my eyes, I saw wonder in his soft blue eyes as he whispered my name. It sounded like a prayer on his lips. Holding me reverently in his arms, as if I was some kind of goddess to be worshipped, he stayed inside me as he
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