Chapter 4

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Her lips against mine were the absolute end of it. The end of my self-control. The end of dancing around the intense attraction we both felt. One movement followed another, all joined in a matrix of predictability.

The initial soft crush of her lips to mine doomed me. Without a trace of uncertainty, Giselle knew what she was doing, and what she wanted. She wanted me. I wanted her too, but it was more a realization on my part that our first kiss changed something inside me. I couldn’t explain it, but I certainly felt whatever it was, wrapping around me, growing and building as our lips moved together. Her tongue dove in to tease with mine, darting in and out of my mouth, leading me on a wild chase that only ramped me up more.

By the time I’d clambered onto the couch with her, our hands were all over each other as if we both already knew the landscape. Although her crochet dress seemed impossibly hole-filled, and my fingertips kept getting snagged in the threads as I stroked over her beautiful body. If it bothered Giselle, she didn’t let on. Her own hands were dipping underneath my shirt to sear into my skin. We both pushed, sought to be closer. Needed our skin to be touching.

I whipped my shirt over my head and tossed it. With that useless obstruction gone, her palms pressed along the contours of my chest as if she were a sculptor hand-fashioning her creation—molding the clay to her will—and I was her clay. Willingly.

I let her touch me. I would have done anything she wanted from me in this moment. In the pale darkness, my hands spanned her breasts over the dress. God, I wanted it all off so I could see her in the moonlight. I didn’t ask. I sat her up and swept the dress over her head without a word.

Silent, sexy Giselle was apparently in agreement with me, because as soon as the dress was off her body she brought her hands to the back of her neck…and pulled on the tie that held the top of her bathing suit up. The two yellow halves separated as gravity took over and revealed the most magnificent tits I’d ever seen…or imagined. Fucking gorgeous.

Two gloriously full mounds with dark pink nipples tightened into buds. When I cupped them, she shivered…or maybe that was me. They felt exquisitely soft, and in desperate need of being kissed and sucked and licked.

As my lips dipped to those awaiting nipples, I heard the words that made my already rock-hard dick gunning to escape from my jeans. "Oh, oui."

I almost came.

Those two words from her did something to me.

With my lips sucking on her nipples, her fingertips found their way through my hair as we battled it out. She arched her back and moaned in French. Yes, she fucking did. Giselle’s lovely moans and sighs and whimpers were clearly voiced to me in French…rather than English. This was something I understood as clearly as my name.

The pebbled bud of her nipple and the softness below felt so good in my mouth as I sucked on it, I didn’t think I could pull away. I forced myself to move to the other side with a groan of my own. Closing my palm around the first breast, I tugged on the nipple while I sucked on her new one. I might be at this for hours. How would it be possible to get enough of her perfect, gorgeous tits?

As another shiver ripped through her—along with more whines in French—I knew I was doing what she liked. Her reactions to my kisses and touches did wonderful things for my ego. Seeing her in such a state of abandonment pushed me to ask for more.

My hands went to her sides and then down her long, lovely legs before pausing.

Her eyes fluttered open only for an instant, one brow cocked, as if asking me, "What are you waiting for?"

I didn’t need to voice my answer, because my hands were already stroking the inside of her thighs and up and up…until they stopped at her bikini bottoms—a yellow frill of fabric that was wonderfully wet right where it should be.

Christ.She’s not faking this. She’s turned on. Fuck, yes. As we continued eye-fucking, my fingers explored. First, rubbing over the outside of the wet fabric covering her pussy, and enjoying the shudder that swept through her whole body. The eager part of me wanted to yank those yellow bottoms down her legs to see the full glory of her. But the other hungry part didn’t want to pause for a second, didn’t want any chance of slowing down, ruining this. No. It was too perfect right now. She’s too perfect to be real.

As our lips twisted and my tongue claimed her mouth with a foreshadowing of what I’d be doing later with my cock below, I dared to dip my hand under the fabric to bury my fingers in her wet heat.

Giselle moaned decadently into my mouth.

I barely noticed my jeans being tugged, because my fingers were busy sliding into her incredibly tight, warm pussy. As she clenched around my two fingers, I felt my jeans pushed down. Clearly Giselle’s clever work if the woozy smile on her lips was any indication.

I countered that by wrenching her bikini bottoms down to her feet. With one sweep of her foot, she propelled them through the air.

We followed the path with our eyes and saw where they landed with a soft swish onto my coffee table. Then we looked back at each other, and burst into laughter. For a fleeting second, it was almost as though things were innocent like before. Like this was our secret dream or fantasy nobody would ever know except for the two of us.

But then I looked at her—completely naked, spectacular, and ready to be fucked by me—and I was lost again. Her clever hands gripped the waistband of my briefs and dragged those fuckers down my legs. As my cock dipped up and Giselle’s mouth formed an O, I knew something was different. I couldn’t explain what I felt, but I recognized this experience as something new.

When the final barrier between was gone, our bodies collided into each other. Breasts to chest, lips to neck, hip to hip. Hands went everywhere. Long, golden hair became tangled in my fingers as I held her down and sucked on her tits again.

When my hard cock kissed in between her legs, my eyes snapped open at the same time hers did. One look at those parted lips and heaving chest, and I knew it was time. "I have to get a condom. Don’t move, gorgeous." I kissed her quickly on the lips and hauled myself off her. Fucking worst torture ever. Stumbling around in the dark for a condom took too long, but I finally managed to find one and roll it onto my aching cock.

She held both arms out to me in the sweetest welcome. As I eased myself on top of her, she adjusted for me, opening her legs to allow for the perfect fit of our bodies. I fell into another deeper kiss, but I couldn’t quite shut my eyes. No, I needed to see the expression on her face when I first slid inside her.

I watched the head of my cock sink into her pretty pussy and kept going. As I penetrated her more deeply, her whole face slackened in pleasure. Her half-lidded eyes looked at me in urgent need.

Because it felt So. Fucking. Good. with her.

And with every one of my strokes, her whole body responded, thrumming with the same frenetic energy consuming me—almost as if her body couldn’t bear a feeling this good or might burst from the impossible joy of it.

With every one of my thrusts she lifted and twisted to meet it. Every single slide into her depths was a new surge of ecstasy. My actions were less than conscious, urges acting out of their own accord, using our bodies for their purposes. And still, I couldn’t close my eyes.

With hers still half open and her parted lips moaning sighs and gasping in French, she was as into watching us fuck as I was.

Was out of my hands anyway. I couldn’t take my eyes off her.

Normally, I’m seized with urgency while fucking. Throwing myself into one position after the next, trying to fulfill every desire as much as physically possible. But this time, with Giselle, this was enough. In and out. Farther and deeper and hotter. It felt like we were perfecting the act together. Like anything more, any subtle change would’ve taken away from the perfection. As if this intense physical connection was all we needed…or would ever need..

Already, I felt like I was going to lose it. Clenching my teeth together, I focused control on holding off as long as possible; butwhen my thrusts became sharper and hungrier, when my pace rocketed to top level and the cries falling from her lips joined mine into one breathless call, I knew it was time to make her come.

My hands found her tits and squeezed as I drilled into her, urging her on and on and on…until she broke apart for me. She was beautiful as she came. Beautiful to feel, too. I felt her pussy begin to spasm and clutch at my cock so tightly it almost couldn’t be real. Her whole body went rigid and then started to shake as her climax took her over. Magical words fell from her lips, "Oh, oui…oui…oui!"

Words, which became a perfect trigger for me, sent my own orgasm crashing down with exquisite brutal intensity right behind hers. As I emptied into her, she thrashed and arched against me—the beautiful wildness of her body in the throes of passion something I never wanted to forget. I wouldn’t ever forget this moment with her.

And then, all there was left to do was hold and kiss her until the aftershocks faded and we could breathe again. I managed to ditch the condom and settle us under the afghan I pulled from the back of the couch. I drew her close and breathed in the sweetness of her perfume mixed with the unmistakable scent of amazing and superb fucking. Intense, exceptional, unsurpassed fucking.

Our arms and legs were tangled together peacefully when the warm blanket of sleep finally settled over me.