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Gigi
Something hot was at my back, radiating heat into me like crazy. It was bigger than one or both of the puppies.
A rush of warmth flowed through me as I looked down at the arm circling me. Oh my gosh. The last thing I remembered was lying my head on Beau’s chest after we—wow.
He’d all but forced me to tell him I ‘liked him, liked him’. Following that admission, he’d given me the kiss to beat all kisses. After that—wow.
I’d had boyfriends before, and I was no stranger to making out. But going to third base with Beau had been one of the biggest highlights of my life thus far.
And when he’d made me orgasm? Wow. That had never happened with a guy before. I’d always been able to pleasure myself—alone. Not once had anyone ever done it for me.
When he—you know—all over my hand? Also so, so hot.
Beau was huge, and beautiful.
Everywhere.
When he was telling me not to stop stroking him, oh, my, gosh, I couldn’t help coming even harder.
I closed my eyes when I thought again about the question he’d asked me. I’d admitted I liked him. He didn’t say anything in return, though.
Oh man, was it going to be awkward being around him now? Ugh, we still had three more days to get through before going back home.
Back home where we lived together.
Aww, crap.
If he didn’t return my sentiment and ‘like me, like me’ back, then I’d just majorly screwed up. We still had months and months of us being together to get through.
“Es-tu déjà réveillé?” Beau asked if I was awake yet while his hand roamed beneath my tank top to touch my belly. That sent delicious tingles down to my lower parts, making me clench my thighs together.
“Oui, Beauregard,” I whispered back on a breathy sigh, sliding my hand on top of his. “Es-tu reveille?” I asked him right back, unnecessarily.
His lips touched my neck, making me sigh. “Oui, Geneviève, je suis debout,” he said with a seductive chuckle, pressing his hardness against me. Indeed, he was up.
Really up.
“Beau,” I mewled as he began nibbling at the sensitive skin on my neck, sending a series of tiny shocks throughout my body. My nipples beaded immediately, ready, waiting with excitement for his caress. Remembering how he’d asked my permission for him to touch me last night, made wetness flood my panties.
And it gave me an idea. “Touchez moi, s'il te plait,” I said, begging him to touch me—please.
I felt and heard his hot, breathy, exhale against my skin. He didn’t hesitate to slowly move his hand up to cup my breast. “Si belle,” he said, gently playing with my breast. When his fingers found my nipple, he pinched it and rolled it, making my head fall back to his shoulder.
He licked and sucked at my neck, heading to my shoulder. Beau’s other hand forced its way around my hip, then traveled straight inside my shorts and underwear. “Mouilleé,” he murmured, rubbing himself against my back.
Yeah, I was wet.
And so were his fingers as he glided in and out of me without hesitation. My breathing couldn’t keep up with how fast my heart was beating. Having him play with me like this was pure, unadulterated, Heaven.
I decided to find something to play with, too. When my fingers found his hard cock, Beau groaned an almost painful moan in my ear. He thrust up into my hand that couldn’t come close to circle his entire girth.
“J'ai tellement envie de toi,” he said, and I felt myself practically drip onto his fingers. I would have been embarrassed, but I was too overcome with his sexy words.
“Je veux que toi, aussi,” I said, telling him I wanted him, too. In an instant, I was on my back with him on top of me. His lips found mine and I was a goner. That tongue of his tangled with mine the whole time we both made a concerted effort to rid each other and ourselves of our shorts and my panties.
He spread my legs further, and I thought this was likely a wise idea after touching his cock twice now. I could feel his silky, wet, head running through my wetness. “Ahh, maintenant, Beau,” I begged him, wanting him now, unable to wait one more second.