Ice cream without a spoon, indeed.
As he pressed himself against her entrance, she squeezed her eyes shut. Under her hands, he could feel the tremor of anticipation rippling through her. “Sienna,” he commanded,“regarde-moi. Look at me.”
She shook her head, chewing on her lip. “I can’t.”
His tip stroked against her opening, a promise of things to come, letting her know what she could have if only she gave in to his demands. “J’insiste. Look. At. Me.”
Her eyes flew open, and in that moment, he realized that although he had expected that to win the battle, it was he who had lost. Once he was caught in her gaze, he was powerless to look away.
He drove himself into her, as deep as he could, until they were fully connected. It killed him that he couldn’t go deeper still. He wished she could swallow him up, that he could be lost within her.
For all his bravado and swagger, they didn’t last as long as he had hoped. He was excited beyond measure, and when she threw back her head and began wailing with every stroke, he discovered that there was nothing he could do.
He gave in, as did she, each of them riding out the other’s storm.
They fell back, exhausted, rolling away from each other as if striving to regain some space, to find their autonomy once again. Then they lay back on the pillows, taking in each other’s flushed face and mussed hair.
“Ah…enculer,” she sighed in wonder.
He grinned at her. “I see you can cuss as fluently in French as you do in English.”
Sienna shrugged. “My friends taught me the swear words before anything else.”
He hoisted himself onto his elbow to look her in the face. “I would gladly volunteer to help you add to your vocabulary.”
She smiled at him. “You’ve already taught mepneu. What else would I need to learn from you?”
“Well, there are certain words and phrases that are well suited to amorous adventures.”
She crinkled her brow at him. “Why would I need to learn those?”
This was it, he thought. He was about to make a suggestion that would either lead to their mutual satisfaction, or end with him being shot out of the sky like the Red Baron. After such a pleasurable evening, he couldn’t allow her to just walk away. He wanted more time to enjoy her delectable body. “You enjoyed this encounter,non?” He waited for her answer.
“I enjoyed this encounter,oui.” she answered teasingly.
So far, so good,he thought. “Then, I would like to suggest that for the duration of your time in Aix — you said it was a couple of months? — that you and I continue to keep each other’s company, and enjoy more of each other.”
As soon as her brows began to move skyward, he hastily added, “what you Americans callfriends with benefits. Strictly two people enjoying the pleasures of each other’s flesh, without the burdens of a relationship or expectations.”
He paused, knowing enough about negotiation to understand when to shut up. He let her think about it a bit.
“No expectations, huh?”
“Nope. You’ve just come out of a relationship and cannot be expected to enter another until you are ready. As for me,” he gestured towards himself, “I have much on my plate. And you and I, we are friends, yes?”
She nodded slowly, pensively.
He shut up again and waited.
He didn’t have to wait long. Sienna rolled towards him, her gorgeous, full breasts shifting as she did so, and pressed a light kiss upon his lips. “Yeah. I think we could do that.”
Maxim struggled to conceal his glee.