But when I glance up at Alexandre’s face, my fingers hooking in the waistband of my pajama pants in anticipation of what he’ll order me to do next, all I see is lust.
It rushes through me, too, feeding off of what I see on his face. His arousal seems to spike mine, and I suck in a breath as his gaze rakes over my breasts, down my flat belly, to where my fingers are trembling on the edge of my hips.
“Take them off.”
I don’t need to ask what he means. I push the fabric down my hips, shivering despite the warmth of the room as I bare myself to him for the first time. I haven’t shaved since it was done to me while I was asleep, and my cheeks flush, wondering if he’ll hate the soft, short dark hair there.
He groans when he sees me, and every doubt I had fades.
“I like that you’re not bare,” he rasps. “I wish I could touch you, Noelle. I wish I could feel how soft you must be. How wet—”
I moan softly, feeling myself clench just from the hungry, rough timbre of his voice. I step out of the pool of my clothes on the floor, entirely naked, and I can feel myself aching for more, wanting to hurry ahead to the pleasure. I feel tight and pulsing, wanting something that I can’t entirely explain.
“Get up on the bed, Noelle,” Alexandre growls. “Kneel for me,petite.”
Every inch of me tingles at how his accent thickens, his blue eyes dark and fixed on me as I obey. “Wider,” he murmurs as I kneel on the bed, my hands resting on my thighs. “I want to see you.”
I don’t need to ask twice what he means. Slowly, wanting to tease him a little, I spread my knees open. Bit by bit, I let him see the insides of my thighs, higher and higher, all the way to where my flesh is sticky and glistening with my arousal, and then I spread wider still.
I gasp as I feel myself opening up, exposed to him. I hear his low groan as his gaze settles between my thighs, and I know he can see all of it—my swollen, wet folds, my clit peeking out, hard and pulsing and aching to be touched, my clenching entrance.
“You are so wet,petite.” His voice is low and needy,yearning, and something in me tightens in response.
“Do you want to taste it?” I whisper huskily, feeling as if I’m caught in a dream, and his eyes go wide.
“Merde,” he whispers, and I see him shift, the arch of his hips beneath the blankets telling me that he’s aroused too, hard from the sight of me. “Yes,petite. I would like that very much, Noelle.” His lips part, his eyes dragging over me, from my face to my breasts to between my thighs again. “I want to know what you taste like,ma douce fille.”
Slowly, as if I can’t quite believe what I’m doing, I slide my fingers between my thighs. I suck in a breath as my fingertips drag over my clit, my hips twitching under the pleasure of my touch, all the way down to where I’m drenched, my body shuddering as I push two fingers inside myself.
I moan aloud as I clench around my fingers, eager for it, more than I ever have been before. I hear Alexandre’s answering, needy groan as he watches me finger myself, watches me thrust them in and out, once, twice, three times, collecting my arousal on my fingers before I slide them free and lean towards him.
“You want to taste?” I whisper again, my fingertips sliding over his lips. Alexandre moans, his mouth opening as he takes my fingers inside.
His tongue curls around my fingers, licking away the taste of me, his groan of pleasure vibrating over my skin, feeling as if it pierces down to my very core. I reach down with my other hand as Alexandre licks my arousal off my fingers, rubbing my clit with a sudden fierce urgency, moaning until he pulls away.
“Slower,” he rasps. “Make it last.” His eyes flutter closed for a moment, and then open again as I rub the fingers of my right hand over my clit, wet from myself and his tongue mingled. “I want to make you come with my tongue,petite. But first, you will make yourself come for me.”
I don’t fully understand what he means, how he could do that when he can’t touch me, but I’m too far gone to worry about it right now. I can feel my arousal rising, heading towards that bliss I’d felt before, and I want it again. I want to come, and Alexandre’s eyes on me, watching me, helpless to do anything but view my pleasure, only heightens it.
I arch against my hand, sliding my left hand between my thighs, too, no longer needing him to tell me what to do. I push two fingers inside of myself again as I rub my clit, riding my hand as I arch into the other, grinding onto the source of my pleasure. Alexandre groans again, his hips jerking beneath the bed.
“I want that to be my cock,petite,” he groans. “I want you to ride me, just like that. Oh,merde—”
We’re not there yet, not even close, and I think he knows that. He’s not ordering me to, only telling me what he wants, and deep down, I know I want it too, to feel that thick length filling me up for the first time.
I’d thought I wouldn’t leave this house without Alexandre possessing my virginity. But now, I’m almost certain Iwillleave before we have the chance to get there.
That thought shouldn’t make me feel a strange ache, something that feels like sadness, but it does.
“Yes—” he groans. “Fuck yourself while I watch. Ride your fingers, come for me,petite, come for me—”
His words wash over me like a hot wave, driving me closer and closer to the edge. I can feel myself clenching around my fingers,wanting, needing more. It takes everything in me not to fling back the blankets and climb on his cock, knowing he’s hard for me, that he wants me, that I could have all of it. I don’t think he’d stop me—but I also know that right now, it would be a mistake.
Even this might be. But this—this is mostly harmless. This is me touching myself. Not giving myself to a man who last night seemed barely on the cusp of life.
I need to come before I make a decision I’ll regret.My fingers rub faster over my clit, pushing myself to the edge, my fingers curling inside my clenching pussy as I hover there, on the very edge of release—and Alexandre groans out his command again.
“Come for me, Noelle,” he croons, his voice rasping as if speaking is becoming more difficult, but this, this, hehasto force out. “Come for me while I watch—”