Everything about this moment was wonderful.
Pierre’s fingers nudged my hair aside, and he peppered kisses up and down my neck. His delicate lips on my skin produced little tremors through me that peaked my nipples. I closed my eyes, placing my arms over his, and savored every second.
Each touch of his lips to my flesh provided another shimmer of deliciousness.
Each whisper of his hot breath on my neck was like a masseuse untying every knot that had ever held me down.
With his hand in mine, he led me back inside and shut the curtains.
Pierre turned to me, and our lips met again. His tender kiss made the perfect moment even more so, and I opened my mouth, allowing his probing tongue entrance.
He was a magician taking my body on an enchanting journey. As our tongues explored, my hands cruised up and down the muscular planes of his back. His hand found my breast, and when he glided his palm beneath my mound and cupped it as if feeling its weight, I moaned. His fingers found my nipples, and he tweaked and flicked my sensitive buds until they grew so hard, they almost hurt.
His hand reached my stomach and he fumbled with the button and zipper on my denim shorts. His other hand curled around my neck, drawing me tighter to him and deepening our kiss.
The bulge in his pants nudged my belly, and following his lead, I undid the button on his pants and rolled down the zipper. I wove my fingers into his underpants, curled my hand beneath his bulge and released his cock from the constraint. Pierre gasped and eased back. We both looked down at his groin. His erection was thick and proud and protruding from the white elastic of his Calvin Klein’s like a flagpole.
It was magnificent.
Pierre was magnificent, and for a fleeting moment, I wondered if I was actually having a wet dream.
His chest rose and fell, and his pupils grew wild, dancing around with want. Pierre yanked his pants to his ankles and kicked them free.
He turned his attention to me, and while he undid the buttons on my shirt, I did the same to him. In a flash, I was topless, and he was completely naked. He solved that anomaly by removing my shorts and panties. Realizing how stupid I must look with just my shoes on, I kicked them off and tossed my socks aside.
He stepped forward, pressed his lips to mine, and I reached down and wrapped my hand around his solid shaft. His silky skin was exquisite beneath my inquisitive fingers. My pussy pulsed a heady beat, eager to be touched. With our lips still locked together, he used his foot to guide my feet apart and glided his hand over my sex.
His first touch sent delicious shivers through me. But Pierre didn’t stop there; he was a man on a mission. His finger aimed for my throbbing hole, and although I gasped at the intrusion, I wanted more. Parting my legs farther, I bent my knees, opening myself up. While I glided my hand up and down his rock-hard rod, his fingers found a pattern, in and out, around my pulsing clit and back in again.
The repetition was exquisite, building an orgasm of mammoth proportions.
Gasping, our mouths released, and I clutched his shoulders. As his fingers plunged into me over and over, I let out a primal groan as I slipped into glorious self-indulgent bliss.
My juices trickled from my body and dribbled down my legs. It felt wrong, but at the same time it felt oh so right. I didn’t have a chance to catch my breath as Pierre hoisted me onto his hips. I wrapped my legs around him and, with his erection prodding my butt cheeks, he strode to his four-poster bed.
He threw me down. It wasn’t delicate by any means. But the urgency in that move was sexy as hell. Lust darkened Pierre’s eyes. He went to his bedside table, removed a condom packet, tore it open with his teeth, and rolled it on his cock in the space of about ten seconds flat.
Pierre positioned himself between my legs. He collected my ankles in his hands and lifted my feet up onto his shoulders. His steely expression told me that I’d better hang on for this one.
Pierre leaned forward, raising my bottom off the bed. His crown nudged my opening, then, with both hands squeezing my breasts, he glided himself into me.
He was slow at first, savoring every sensation. His eyes rolled back. His mouth eased open. Inch by inch, he pushed inside me. When he was all the way in, he paused, teeth clenched, eyes squeezed shut.
Without warning, he pulled out and rammed his length straight back into me. It was hard and fast. Shocking yet incredible.
He did it again. Out and in. Hard and fast. And again.
My breasts slammed into my chin, and I clawed at the sheets, tearing them from the bedding as his rhythm grew faster and harder.
Pierre rode me like there was no tomorrow.
He let out a growl and drove deeper, plunging over and over.
With a animalistic moan, he emitted a full-body shudder.
His body stiffened and he remained in place for a few thumping heartbeats before he unhooked my ankles and collapsed on top of me.
We continued as one, clutched together and I glided my fingers over the fine layer of sweat on his back, exploring the contour of his muscles until his breathing returned to normal, and my heart settled back a pace or two.