by L. C. Giroux
"If you are going to kiss me like that we should go back to the bed. She kept hold of his hand as she found the bed and pulled him to follow her.
"Marie, you are so beautiful."
"You make me feel that way. I want you to feel comme ça, aussi." She pushed him to his back, though in truth he didn't put up much of a fight. She sculpted his chest with her hands then lightly ran her nails over the skin. She could feel the muscles twitch under her fingers. She got up and moved between his legs. She felt him tense. She tried to soothe him with her touch. First she ran her hands down his hips and thighs feeling the large muscles quiver with his tension. She massaged up his legs and felt some of it give way.
"Monsieur, you are too tense. I will have to do something about that." She knew her smile probably looked a little evil but she couldn't help it, she was feeling daring. This time she stroked just her fingertips down his thighs and heard his breath hiss. She moved her hands to his stomach. He was still firm. She drew her fingertips over him again. When she reached the nest of coarse hair she combed her fingers through it, carefully avoiding touching him where he was most sensitive.
"Oh, God. You're torturing me."
"un peu, a little, you didn't even want me to do this."
"Oh... Don't stop." She smiled, she had barely started.
"You like this?"
"Yes." She ran a fingernail lightly up his shaft and felt him shudder. She had known he was bigger than other men she had seen but she was still surprised. She mumbled under her breath "comme un cheval"
"What?" He sounded like he was gasping for air.
"Pardon. I said you were, um, like a 'orse, Monsieur." He started to roll away from her when she wrapped both hands around his shaft. "I did not say I was disappointed." She massaged him with her hands.
"You're not...scared?" He sounded almost defeated.
"Non, you said you are not going to make love to me today. When you do, you will need to be un peu douce, a little gentle. You are a patient lover I expect we will find a way." She could feel him relax more. He had actually worried he was too big? Men are strange. Babies come out, how big did men think their penises were? "I will tell you a secret. Do you know the saying about the size of the wand and the magic in it?"
"I think I know what you are talking about."
"Mmm, a bigger wand has, um, more room for magic." His bark of laughter shook his whole body and then he seemed to truly relax. She went back to light strokes all over him. He had fine soft hair on his arms and legs with denser more wiry around his cock. She could touch him all night.
"Marie, your torture is getting, uncomfortable.
"Hmm, Je suis désolé, sorry. I like your body Monsieur. I like touching you."
"Good, I want you to touch me. Its just..."
"A little too much teasing?"
"I'm afraid so, I'd like to be able to touch you too."
"And if I do this?" She pulled the pad of her thumb down the length of him and felt him shudder. She applied a little more pressure and brought her hand up. She massaged him like that for a few minutes. When he was lost in the sensation she bent her head and pulled just the tip of him between her lips. She heard him groan and then swirled her tongue on the sensitive spot.
"Aah, Marie! I can't..."
"I think you must." She took him deeper into her mouth bathing him with her tongue. She felt his hips thrust and knew she had him.
"Aaaah, Oh. God. His climax was stunning. His body bucked and sawed. Under her hand she felt the muscles in his abdomen clench. She reveled in the feeling of power he gave her. Some women may not like this but she saw it differently. For him she would have done it anyway. When he was done she held him as he floated back to reality.
As he got his breathing back under control, He became aware of her stoking down his back. He pulled her into him like a lifeline. His heart was pounding in his chest and it had nothing to do with the orgasm she had just given him. She wasn't scared of "the monster" as the guys at school called it.
"You see Monsieur, teasing can be fun, non?"
"You think so? Does that mean it is time for me to tease you?" He would, till she squealed but first he wanted to hold her, touch her the way she was touching him. He loved the feel of her hands on him, it was both comforting and erotic. He didn't know how, but it was.
"Mmm, I owed you that for last time. You took my breath away."
"That sounds like a challenge." He spent several minutes alternately nipping and soothing the skin where ever his lips could reach. When he could actually think again he set about doing to her what she had done to him.
"Lay on your stomach." He murmured in her ear.
"Why?" He looked at her. Didn't she trust him? Of course she didn't know it was him and she had the blindfold on still.
"I just want to give you a massage. If there is anything I'm doing that makes you feel uncomfortable..." He thought for a moment, the whole situation was absurd, really. "I'll just leave and not bother you again."
"No! I mean I don't want you to go. I was enjoying what you were doing is all." She turned to lay on her stomach and Allyn came up on his knees beside her.
"I'll be right back, don't move." Allyn got up and rummaged in the bathroom for the courtesy body lotion. The Continental being an upscale hotel had a selection of L'Occitane products. He grabbed the tin of almond body creme, perfect. He scooped some out and warmed it between his hands.
"I'm going to start with your arms." He said lightly touching the one nearest him. He used the cream sparingly and alternated massaging and kissing her. Her skin shimmered from the balm, not with glitter but like she was glowing from the inside. When he had finished with her arms he started on her back. He added more of the creme to his hands and warmed it again. He started with long light strokes to warm her skin and get her used to him touching her back. As he saw her relax he started working on her shoulders. Using his finger tips he stroked and pressed into her delicate muscles.
"Do you like this?" his voice was barely a whisper in her ear.
"Oh, Oui." Her breath was heavy and the warmth of her skin mixed the subtle fragrance of the creme and her own unique perfume together.
"You smell delicious, Marie." He added kisses and warm puffs of air to the repertoire. When he got past her shoulder blades, he asked if he could straddle her legs. When she agreed he changed his position so that now he could touch her more easily. His chest ached to feel her body against his and he lay gently over her back while he skimmed his hands up and down her sides. After a few minutes he lifted himself off her slowly so as not to break the spell. When he finished lifting off her, she whimpered at the loss of contact.
"I'm not done yet, my sweet." He went back to using his thumbs to release the tension in her spine. When the muscles were soft and supple he used the first two fingers of each hand and gently raked the finger tips down her back. When he was done with her back he started drawing circles around the dip at the small of her back, swirling his fingers around and then dipping them into the hollow there.
"I want to sip cognac from here." Her only response was a groan. He made short work of the muscles in her legs and used more creme to massage the bottom of her feet.
"Turn over so I can do your front." He sensed hesitation and then realized she was so relaxed as to almost act drugged. A wave of protectiveness, and if he was honest, possession, rolled over him that left him stunned.
"Marie, do you want me to continue?" he said quietly.
"Mmm, oui. Tu es tellement plus sensuel..." she mumbled. For once he was glad she had the blasted blindfold on. At least she couldn't see him grinning like a boy, Smith wasn't supposed to understand her.
"Pardon?"
"Oh, rein -nothing." She stretched like a pampered cat and he helped her turn over. The smile didn't leave his face as he started over on her shoulders and upper chest. He swallowed hard when it came time to move to her breasts. He tried to be conscious of her pleasure and not just do what he wanted. He started
on the outer sides of each breast with his finger tips just lightly stroking again. She tensed at first and then relaxed with a sigh. When she did he changed to drawing slow spirals on each, swirling toward her nipples. When he reached them he gave each a soft squeeze and she let out a quiet gasp.
"Too much?"
"Oh, non. Mon Dieux."
"Again?"
"Oh..." He took that as a yes and repeated the routine from the beginning. Her gasp this time was more pronounced. He blew warm air on her breasts and she arched off the bed. He kissed down the valley between them and continued wet open mouthed kisses over her belly while drawing random patterns with his fingers. As he got closer to the apex of her thighs he wondered if he should break the trance he had woven for her.
"Marie, do you want me to..." He lightly stroked his fingertips across her bare mons as he tried to ask her if she wanted to go further. She must have understood because she slowly nodded her head.
"I'm going to put a pillow under your hips, okay?" She just nodded again but lifted up when he moved the pillow near her.
"Are you comfortable?"
"Oui." she said softly. He went back to kissing her belly and using his nails softly on her. She relaxed in the new position.
"I'm going to change position." He shifted to between her legs while keeping contact with her. He couldn't bear the thought of breaking the spell around them yet. He lay on his stomach with his head on her thigh lightly drawing up and down her thighs. Her dew glistened on her labia. He fought against his own desires to rush her to climax. As much as he wanted to see her in the throes of ecstasy, there was the desire to draw this pleasure out for its own sake, to sip instead of guzzle. With his fingers he stroked down the outside of her labia softly and her heard coo. She reached down and started running her fingers through his hair. He placed a kiss at the top of her cleft and then slowly licked down the seam of her sex. She sighed and moved her legs farther apart.
"Marie..." She could only sigh. When she parted her legs he accept her invitation to explore deeper. He wanted this to be just right, the perfect end to this sensual fog they had created. He was careful to hold himself back but he was as overcome with desire as she was. Next time they would have to do this together. The thought almost drove him over the edge. He was so in love with this woman that her pleasure was more dear to him than his own but if they could achieve this kind of pleasure together... Her fingers in his hair brought him back to reality. He licked at her deeply and she arched against him. She was close. He moved and wrapped his arms around her legs from underneath so her legs draped over his shoulders and down his back.
He entered her with his tongue and felt her muscles tighten as she shuddered against him. He stroked in and out of her like that till she was panting. He pulled away and she nearly screamed in protest. He brought his mouth back to her using firm lips on her clit. A low growl escaped from her chest. He lightly scraped his teeth against her and she nearly bucked off the bed. He locked his hands across her hips and decided it was time to end this sensual torture. He sucked her clit between his lips and pinning it there used his tongue to drive her to new heights. She screamed her climax. As the initial climax peaked he released the pressure on her clit and thrust his tongue into her again, stroking her again, loving the feel of her coming against his mouth.
When she was spent and quivering he finally stopped. He went to the bathroom to wash up quickly. What he really needed now was a cold shower, or the woman in that bed but neither was really an option at the moment. He wanted to hold her as she fell asleep, bury his face in her honey scented hair and for the moment pretend that she loved him and not some fiction.
When he went back she was curled up on her side. He slipped in next to her and pulled her against his chest.
"Mais, you..."
"Just ignore it, its fine." It wasn't really, he sure as hell wasn't going to be sleeping with the erection he had but she was floating and he didn't want her to think just yet. "Sleep my sweet." She sighed and settled more deeply against him. Within minutes she was making snuffling noises and was deeply asleep. He reached up and gently untied the blindfold, sliding the silk out from under her. He trailed his fingers over her cheeks and temples before he buried his face in her shoulder and neck. He clung to her for three hours before he forced himself to dress and write her a note. Before he left he stood staring at her sleeping form and swore under his breath. He felt like a heel for leaving her, especially when every cell in his body was screaming to be near her. He promised himself that this would be the last time she'd wake up alone in the morning.
Chapter 5
Before Marie opened her eyes she knew she was alone. Damn the man! She shouldn't be surprised, it wasn't as if he would reveal himself after last night. Oh, last night! As Allain he could barely speak to her but as Monsieur Smith, mon Dieux, the man was breathtaking. She shuddered just remembering how he had touched her, not just sexually, but all the care and love in his touch. She thought about getting up but she needed to come back to earth a little more first, like a diver getting acclimated to the atmosphere again. After a couple of deep breaths and poignant sighs while she relived last night she decided as good as everything had been the best part was falling asleep wrapped in his embrace.
Enough of this game. She wanted what they had last night all the time, what sane woman wouldn't. But first she needed to get out of bed. Walking to the kitchenette she found his note.
Marie,
I apologize for not being here when you woke. I hope you slept well. I loved falling asleep with you in my arms. Please order yourself some breakfast, I have made arrangements with the hotel for the bill. If you need clothes to go home, you have
carte blanche in any of the shops to get what you need. Maybe I can take you shopping when I get back from my trip Unfortunately I will be gone for the next three weeks. Harold is waiting for you downstairs whenever you are ready to leave.
All my love,
Smith
She remembered hearing that Allain was going out of town for a week but not yet. What was he up to?
When she entered the house Violet yelled to her to come to the study. When she walked in she found Violet talking with a woman that looked to be about her age, maybe a little younger.
"Delia, tell her what you told me."
"Um, Hi, I'm Delia, I'm a friend of Violet's."
"Sorry, Delia, Marie-Hélène, my cousin. Marie, this is Delia. She's a private investigator." Marie tried not to laugh. The woman in front of her did not look like any private investigator in any movie she had ever seen. This woman was wearing a cute skirt and a stylish retro blouse. She had on funky shoes that complimented the outfit. Shouldn't she have on a trench coat, have five-o'clock shadow and be a man?
"A pleasure to meet you, Delia. I like your shoes."
"Thanks, they were 1940's dead stock I got on Ebay." Marie wasn't entirely sure what that meant so she smiled back at her and shook her head.
"Delia, tell her."
"Oh, Violet asked me to look into your friend Mr. Hancock Smith and after going through every database I can find, I 've come to the conclusion that no one named Hancock Smith exists."
"Oh."
"Oh?" Violet was incensed "All you are going to say is Oh!"
"What is she only going to say oh to?" Allain had walked in. Marie looked at him and wanted to melt on the spot but willed her knees not to go weak. He must have just showered because his hair was still wet and she could smell the spice in his shampoo. Her mouth was watering and she felt flushed. He was in linen pants and a V-necked linen sweater. He looked good enough to eat.
"Your friend Mr. Smith doesn't exist." Violet scoffed.
"Are you sure? Because he seems real enough to the people on the boards we sit on?" Allain was trying to cover his tracks. If she hadn't already figured out Smith was him she might have been as angry as Violet but like this it was almost fun to watch Allain play his game.
"'e seemed real last night." Violet lo
oked at her for the first time since she had walked in.
"You're still in your gown. You're just getting home?"
"Oui. I need a shower and to change, non? It was nice meeting you Delia."
"Um, yeah, you too."
"Violet, I'm sure there is a perfectly logical explanation. Maybe his first name isn't Hancock? He could be one of those that uses his middle name." Marie smiled and wondered how Allain was going to calm Violet down.
After she had showered and changed into her cut offs and a shirt she walked into the kitchen to get some lunch and saw Allain sitting at the banquette.
"Is there any coffee left?"
"Not as strong as you like, but there is some. How was your date?" She looked up at him and then hid behind her hair. Did he think she hadn't enjoyed last night?
"Oh, comme çi, comme ça." The smile dropped from his face. "Allain, a woman doesn't kiss and tell, non?"
"Hmm, I guess not. I just wanted to know because my dear sister is on the war path. She is convinced that he is a con man out to get your money."
"Then 'e is a fool because I do not have any. I will tell you a secret." She leaned over and whispered in his ear. "I think 'e is trying to make me fall in love with 'im."
"Marie, that is not a secret. Any man would want you to fall in love with them."
"Mmm, perhaps but with 'im it is working." She saw him struggle to hold his smile back and then failed. She leaned over and kissed him on the cheek. She would have loved to do more than that.
"What was that for?"
"Introducing me to Monsieur Smith."
"Yes, well... What are your plans for the day?"
"Nothing special, would you like me to take you for a ride in your car? We could go get lobsters near the water. We could ask Violet and Michel if they would like to come aussi." The truth was that she didn't entirely trust herself with him yet. She wanted to wait till he revealed himself before telling him her feelings but that was becoming more and more difficult. If Violet and Michel were there then she wouldn't be as inclined to touch him the same way or tell him how she felt.