I slid my hand up her thigh and under the hem of her skirt, but she gasped and grabbed my wrist. “Jean Luc?” she whispered.
“Yeah, baby?” I had to drag the words out of my mouth, I was so focused on getting under her skirt.
“Will you take off your shirt?” she asked, ducking her head to hide a blush.
This had been her first request, and it felt important. Her kisses had been so shy and gentle that I wanted to get a stronger response from her. I wanted to know she was as into this as I was.
It was one of my favorite concert shirts, but I tore it off, Hulk-style. Standing there bare-chested in front of her, I felt like an offering to a pagan princess. I placed one of her hands on my chest.
“Is this what you wanted, baby?” I licked her ear and felt her shudder.
“Wow,” she whispered. She trailed a single fingertip from my collarbone to my nipple. Shit, my cock was getting so hard I wouldn’t have much blood left for rational thought. Then she took my nipple in her fingers and squeezed. I groaned. I hadn’t expected that, but damn, it felt good.
“Oh! Did that hurt?” she asked.
I chuckled and grabbed her hand. “Babe, we can explore another time, okay? But I’m on the verge of exploding right now.” I put her hands on my cock, straining through my jeans.
Her eyes grew wide as she squeezed.
“Like that?” she asked. Her voice was breathy, like she was all innocent. If that was the way she liked to play things, then I would run with it.
Kissing her as a distraction, I worked the buttons on her awful white blouse. Beneath the blouse was heaven. Her tits were rounded and encased in white lace, her nipples straining against the fabric.
As I reached out to touch one, I felt her hand circle around my dick. She’d unbuttoned my jeans, and all I could do was stand there at her mercy.
“Merci, mi amour. There will be nothing left soon.” Reaching under her skirt, I pulled on the material around her hips. “Let’s get these panties off.”
She froze and looked at me with wide eyes. Had I done something wrong? I thought this was where we were both going.
“Or not?” I stepped back a little to give her space. Maybe I had taken things too fast? “We don’t have to.”
“I want to,” she said, her voice shaking. “I want to.”
Standing up, she watched me as she drew her panties down her legs. It wasn’t the confident action of a woman trying to turn on her lover. It was more like a woman seeking approval. If that was what she needed, I was happy to oblige, because I definitely approved of her with no panties.
Pulling her to me, I kissed her again. This time she was less timid, even letting her tongue venture into my mouth for a moment. I pressed her back until she was sitting on the table.
Running my hands up the inside of her thighs this time, I groaned. I could smell her juice between us. Fuck. Then I traced her opening with my finger. She was wet as hell.
“That’s what I’ve been waiting for,” I said as I stroked her pussy.
Her breath hitched. Perfect. She was ready. I reached into my back pocket.
“I’ve been hoping for this.” I handed her a wrapped condom.
Her fingers shook as she opened it, but she plucked it out of the foil and placed on my tip. I closed my eyes in anticipation. I wanted to feel her fingers as she unrolled it over my cock.
I felt her fingers, but no condom.
“It’s stuck.” Her voice shook.
What the hell? How could a condom get stuck? I looked down and saw the problem. She had it on wrong. I turned it around and unrolled it. As I kissed her neck, I smiled to myself. She must be flustered. Good. I hadn’t felt like this about someone in a long time either.
I worked my fingers back up the inside of her thigh. Her eyes were big; her legs were trembling.
“You all right?” I asked. “Maybe we should go back to the house.”
Miri cupped my face in her hands and looked me in the eye. “I want you. Here. Now,” she said. Her voice was steady and strong.
Pulling her closer, I could feel the heat of her pussy against the tip of my cock. I pulled her closer to me, so she balanced on the edge of the table, and pushed in.
She was tight, almost too tight, and I heard her gasp. It wasn’t a good gasp, and I moved to pull out. She grabbed my ass and held me in place.
“It’s okay.” She touched little kisses to my jawline. “Just keep going.”
Fuck. How could I have been so dense? She had nearly been a statue when I reached for her panties. Even after she got the condom wrong, I’d been so worried about getting my own rocks off that I hadn’t noticed.
“You’re a virgin.” This wasn’t a question; I knew. I tried to make eye contact, but she buried her face against my neck.
“Just keep going, okay?” she pleaded. “It would be really humiliating if you stopped now.”
Oh fuck. She hadn’t told me because she was embarrassed. I needed to prove to her that despite her virginity, she was a beautiful, sexy woman I wanted.
I gathered her against me and thrust in. She was tight and wet and hot. Taking her lips, I kissed her as we fucked. With each slide, she gasped a little more until we were both panting, and soon our kiss was forgotten.
I pulled her hips closer to the edge of the table and then buried myself deeper than before. Shit. I’d forgotten for a moment about her pain.
“Are you okay?” I asked, searching her face for any sort of discomfort.
“God, yes,” she moaned.
At that point, there was no turning back. I had to be in her and feel her pulsing around me. Our movements became more desperate, and she clutched at my back as I held onto her hips. Her moans became louder, and the table began to rock with us.
Leaning back, I looked into her eyes. She was struggling, frowning, a little confused.
“Let go, baby. Let me take you over the edge,” I told her.
I lost what control I had left and sank in deep. She closed her eyes and gave herself to the feelings. Her pussy contracted from her orgasm, and I followed her into oblivion.
I touched my forehead to her shoulder as we both panted and caught our breath.
“You are beautiful when you come.” I grinned and gave her a quick kiss, then I helped her off the table. Stepping back, I tucked my dick into my pants while she grabbed her underwear off the floor.
“So, um...” She wadded her panties up and held them in her fist. “What happens next? Should I go?”
Chapter Twenty-One
Miri
Jean Luc frowned. “I’d like you to stay, but you don’t have to.” He shoved his hands in his pockets.
Damn. I had made a total mess of things. After sex, weren’t people supposed to cuddle? Instead he was scowling and stepping away. I needed to fix this.
I put my hand on his arm and smiled. “I’d like to stay. I’m sorry. I’m new to this—I guess I just don’t know what happens next.”
He pulled me against him. “What happens next is,” he said into my ear, “I make you dinner, then we do that all over again.”
* * *
I leaned back in my chair and took a drink of my beer. Jean Luc had moved the kitchen table out to the porch, and we ate barbecued steak while looking out across his property.
“How much land do you have?” I asked as the sun disappeared behind the hills.
He set his fork and knife down. “Eight acres. Two parcels. There’s a stream out that way.” He pointed to a clump of trees off in the distance. “The house ain’t much, but the studio is great, and it’s nice and quiet out here.”
“The house could be nice.” I smiled, thinking of the shag carpet. “It just needs a little decorating.”
He nodded and finished his beer.
“Yeah, it could use a woman’s touch for sure.”
Was that woman me? I wanted to ask but wasn’t sure. A couple of kisses and a desperate moment on a table didn’t exactly mean we were moving in together. We cleared the table and did the dishes. He washed; I dried. I snuck a glance at his face. His smile was gone, and he seemed to be concentrating on his task. I remembered what he had said earlier—he wanted to eat dinner and then have sex again. But he didn’t look like he even wanted to kiss me.
I put away the plates we used and turned to find him staring at me.
“It’s killing me.” He ran his fingers through his short hair. “After we made love, why did you want to leave?”
“Oh.” I thought back to my stupid comment. I had been standing in his studio holding my underwear. “I wasn’t sure what you wanted. I thought maybe offering to leave would make it easier for you.”
“Oh Jesus,” he grumbled. Jean Luc crossed the kitchen and swept his arm under my knees. He picked me up and kissed my nose. “I want you.” He headed back to the bedroom. “Don’t ever doubt that.”
He set me down on the bed and then took off his shirt. The muscles in his shoulders danced as he crawled into bed next to me.
“Now, this afternoon was fun.” He grinned and toyed with one of my curls. “But tonight is going to be amazing. I want you to call the shots.”
“Me?” I laughed. “I wouldn’t know where to begin.”
He propped himself up against the pillows and held my hand to his lips. “I’ll bet you know exactly where you want to begin. Tonight is all you. All you need to do is tell me what you want.”
As Jean Luc kissed each of my knuckles, I squeezed my eyes shut and then opened them again. I had never been attracted to anyone as much as I was attracted to him. His body had been sculpted by one of the Greek gods, and he was lying next to me, asking me to take the lead in sex.
“I don’t know what I want,” I murmured.
Jean Luc stopped kissing my hand and placed it flat on his chest. I shuddered. His pec was warm and hard, with a little bit of hair scratching at my palm.
“Come on.” He smiled. “You may not have much experience, but you know what you want. You must have seen movies or maybe read a book or two that turned you on.”
I felt my cheeks heat. He was right. I knew what I wanted, I just had to summon the courage to ask for it.
“I want to touch you,” I said.
He chuckled and bent to kiss my neck. “Mmmmm, you’re gonna have to do better than that. Where do you want to touch me, ma cher?” His accent was thick, like honey. “Do you want to touch my bibitte?”
Jean Luc moved my hand from his chest and placed it on the front of his jeans. His dick strained against the front of the fabric.
“Bibitte,” I repeated as I squeezed through the denim. “Yes.”
He growled and pushed me back into the pillows. “Not yet, ma cher. Besides, we both be wearing too many clothes.”
I unzipped the side of my skirt, and he helped me push it off. Before, in his studio, I hadn’t been this exposed. He’d felt me, and we’d had sex, but he never really looked, like he was looking now.
Clamping my knees closed, I put my hands over my mons. No one had ever said that sex would leave me so exposed.
“No covering up now.” Gently, he peeled away my hands. I watched in horror as he laid his shoulder down by my hip. Softly, he nuzzled between my legs. His cheek was just a little prickly from his five o’clock shadow as he grazed my skin. “Beautiful,” he whispered.
I pulled on his arm. “Wait, please,” I pleaded. I wasn’t sure I was ready to open my legs and expose everything to his view.
Jean Luc crawled up next to me and began to unbutton my blouse. Once that was gone, he reached up and unhooked my bra from behind. In one motion. I tried not to think about that too hard.
“Mamelon,” he said, his breath hot on my skin. He bent down and rubbed his cheek on my breast.
My entire body tingled. I gasped, waiting for him to touch my breast again. He looked up from my chest and quirked an eyebrow.
“Mamelon,” he repeated.
I smiled, figuring out the game. “Mamelon,” I said, trying to get the accent right.
He grinned and bent his head toward my breast. His lips parted, and he licked my nipple. It was just a quick bath of heat, but it was amazing.
“Oh,” I groaned. Heat was pooling between my legs, and I craved more.
“La tetine,” he supplied. Then he suckled.
My body bucked when his lips pulled on my nipple. “La tetine.”
He sucked harder. Squeezing my eyes shut, I enjoyed the spikes of pleasure as he teased my breasts. “Ma cher,” he whispered against my nipple. “Open your eyes. I need your help.”
I opened my eyes, confused. Help? He took my hand and folded my fingers down until only my index finger was extended. Then he sucked my entire finger. I shuddered. Where was he going with this?
He placed my hand on my vagina. When had my legs spread? I was so desperate for whatever he wanted to do next, I forgot my embarrassment.
“Like this.” He slid my hand lower until my finger was at the opening on my sex. I was hot and wet, slippery, unlike I had ever been before. “Keep going,” he urged, until my finger was fully inside.
Masturbation was not at all foreign to me, but it had never felt like this. Then I felt something a little rougher, and my eyes flew to his.
“Shhhh, ma cher. Together.”
He held my gaze, and his finger pressed into my body on top of my own. He began to stroke in and out. At first I followed his lead, but then I moved my finger to my clit. I was too far gone to be embarrassed anymore; all I knew was that I wanted more. I wanted to come.
Jean Luc placed another finger at my opening and cocked his head. “Oui?”
I nodded, and he slid in. My breath caught in my throat. This time there was soreness, but not the pinching pain of our first time.
He froze. “Should I stop?” he asked.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Skeeter
Her pelote squeezed around my finger as I slid into her body. Her breath hitched, and I froze. Damn.
“Should I stop?” The words sounded thick and foreign, even to my own ears. Someone else’s voice. “Does it hurt?”
“A little, but it would hurt more if you stopped.” She grabbed my wrist to stop me from moving. “I feel like I should be doing more for you. I want you to like it too.”
“Trust me.” I dropped a kiss on her lips. “I’m enjoying myself, and I’ll get my some later.”
I cursed myself for not thinking about her needs more. She would be sore; I should have remembered this. At least I had left my jeans on. I hadn’t been this hard since I was a kid, and just the fabric rubbing on my cock might set me off. I tried to still my body—I wanted to save the orgasm for her.
I deepened the kiss as we both moved our fingers in and out. After a few strokes, she began to finger her clit, and I slipped a second finger in. Her eyes widened as her body stretched. I loved the little surprise in her face and had to force myself not to rub against her.
Watching her pleasure herself as she rode my fingers was probably the single most arousing moment of my life, until I stroked my thumb over her clit. Her body began to buck, and it was all I could do to keep my fingers inside of her. She found the perfect spot against my thumb and began to grind. Her tits bounced as her pussy began to contract. I knew just what would push her over the edge. Leaning in, I gave one of her nipples a good long suck. Sure enough, that pushed her over the top, and she gripped my fingers as she came.
When it was over, she leaned back against the pillows, gasping. I folded her into my arms, careful to keep her away from my cock. One touch and I would probably come in my jeans.
“Uhhhh.” My balls were too blue for speech.
She stroked a single finger over my dick. Then she slid her finger into the waistband of my jeans. “Let’s get those off.”
They were gone in less than a second. I lay back against the pillows and let my dick bob between us. It sprang up between us. If the lady wanted to explore, she could touch anything she wanted.
Running her fingers over it, she cocked her head to one side. “It’s so soft.”
I started to laugh. “Careful, ma cher, ain’t nothing soft.”
She continued her exploration, running her fingers over the shaft, the head, and then my balls. I groaned. This had been a bad idea—I was about to come on her fingers.
Then she bent her head and rubbed her cheek against my dick. She closed her eyes and smiled with my red dick resting against her perfect white cheek.
It was not what I had been expecting, but it felt amazing. Too good.
“Come here.” I grabbed her shoulder, and she climbed up to lie next to me. “Next time I’ll let you explore. I promise. But tonight I’m about to explode.” I tried to catch my breath, but it was hard. “Do you have any fantasies? I want this to be good for you.” Fuck. Listening to my voice, I was panting.
She ran her fingers through my short hair. “I want your bibitte in my...” She frowned, searching for the word.
“Pelote. Pussy,” I supplied. “You want my cock in your pussy?” I was growling.
“I want you on top,” she said, biting her lip.
That’s all I needed to know. Pressing her back into the pillows, I kissed her long and hard. Then I climbed on top.
“Put your legs around me, ma cher.” I couldn’t resist her beautiful breasts bouncing in front of me, so I leaned down and sucked her nipples until they were tight and rigid. I loved the way they became little points and the way she made gasping noises. When we were both gasping, I moved to press into her.
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