I want to taste him, and I do just that, wrapping my lips around the tip as I swirl my tongue over his cock. Alexandre closes his eyes, his head tipping back as I brace my hand against his hip, head bobbing as I take as much of him in my mouth as I can.
He gasps, hips jerking, and then groans. “As sweet as your mouth is,petite, there is something I want more. And if you keep sucking me like that—”
I don’t need to ask what he means. A flicker of nervousness goes through me, uncertainty that I can do this in a way that will satisfy him, that I’ll be any good at it. But I stand up, pulling my dress over my head, and I see the heat in his eyes as they rake over my body hungrily.
Quickly, I strip off the rest, suddenly more eager than ever to have my bare skin against his. The chaise is just wide enough for me to straddle him without my knees slipping off of it, and I climb onto it, moving up his body as I look at his thick, hard cock pressed against his belly.
His blue eyes are gleaming with lust, his jaw tight with need, but the soft words he murmurs as I straddle his hips are at odds with it. “As slow as you need,petite,” he murmurs. “Make love to me however you wish. I’m yours.”
I breathe in sharply, arching my hips as I rub myself over him, my pussy soaked with my arousal. I’m drenched, aching for him, and I’m rewarded with his deep groan as I slide up the length of his cock, my clit bumping against the ridge of his cockhead and making me moan again with pleasure.
“Yes—” Alexandre tips his head back, his hands brushing against my thighs. “Use me for your pleasure,petite. Make me yours.”
It felt so good I want to try it again. I move my hips, grinding my clit against him, his slick, hot pre-cum mixing with my arousal and creating a slippery surface with just the right amount of hot, delicious friction. My own head falls back, my hands planted against his chest as I grind against his cock, coming closer and closer to an orgasm with every movement.
“I want to be—inside you—when you come—” Alexandre pants between gritted teeth. “I want to feel you come on my cock—”
A thrill of lust rushes through me at that, pulsing through me as if his words have a direct line to my clit. I gasp, arching against him again, reaching down to angle him against me as I come very close to the edge. I can feel myself hovering there, and I rock against the swollen head of his cock once more before I feel my thighs tighten and I arch upwards, guiding the thick tip between my folds as I feel myself starting to shudder with pleasure.
“This will make it easier,petite,” Alexandre murmurs. “Come for me, Noelle—”
I already am. I moan, the sound rising higher as his cockhead pierces me, thick and stretching me open for him as he slips inside the first inch. The burning pain of the entry is lost in the pleasure of my orgasm, my virgin pussy clenching around him as he arches his hips up, sliding further inside.
“Oh god, Alexandre—” I moan his name, my fingers digging into his chest, and he cries out in a low rasp.
I look down, startled, and see shallow scratches in his chest, left there before. I jerk my hands back, and he reaches up to grab them, wincing as he presses them back down.
“No,petite,” he murmurs. “Touch me, claw me, take me however you wish. I am yours—”
He slides into me another inch, and I gasp, the burn of his cock inside of me for the first time both painful and pleasurable all at once. I slide down a little more, the velvet of the chaise rubbing against my knees, the softness of the hair on his chest against my palms, his muscled thighs beneath mine, and above it all, the hard stretch of his cock as I slide down again, finally taking him all into me as he groans with pleasure.
“And now you are mine.” His fingers flex against my thighs, his eyes closing as I hover above him, hesitant to move. I don’t know the rhythm, the “right” way to do this, and I’m terrified of being bad at it. But at last, the desire for more wins out over my fear, and slowly, I start to ride him.
“Yes,petite,” he moans, his hips shuddering beneath me. “Just like that. You feel so good,merde—”
His words send a flush of encouragement through me, giving me more confidence. I can feel the pleasure starting to coil deep in my belly again, heating my blood, and making me want more. I press my fingers into his chest, curling them against his skin, my head falling back as I move faster, rocking, grinding, thrusting as he meets me again and again, his sounds of pleasure joining with mine. I bend forward, my hair falling around his face as I capture it in one of mine, kissing him slow and deep as I take him inside of me again and again, riding him to my release and his.
“Come forme,” I whisper against his mouth, tightening around him as I move, feeling every inch of him inside of me. “Come for me, my beast.”
Alexandre groans, his entire body tensing as his tongue tangles with mine, his sound of pleasure nearly a growl as I feel him swell and harden inside of me, the heat of his cock becoming a new heat, filling me with it as he comes hard, and it triggers my release too as I cry out into the kiss, arching against him. My breasts press into his chest, my mouth slanting over his as my hand tangles in his hair, grinding against him as I feel his cum fill me, my thighs tightening around him as I hold him inside of me, wanting it all to last as long as it possibly can.
For a moment, I feel as if the world has come to a stop around us as I lay on his chest, feeling him breathe, feeling his heartbeat beneath me. I breathe in the scent of him, warm and masculine, and I feel in the very depths of my soul that this is right.
I’m glad I waited. I’m glad it was tonight.
We lay there like that on the chaise for several long minutes, until I remember that Alexandre is still sick and that I’m probably crushing him. I recoil backward, chewing my lip worriedly, only to see a peaceful, complacent look on his face.
“Where are you going,petite?” he groans, reaching for me as best as he can.
“I can’t stay all night,” I whisper regretfully. I slide off of him carefully, feeling the wet heat of him between my thighs as I reach for my clothes. “I have to go back to the hotel for a little while. But I’ll come back, I promise.”
“I know you will.” Alexandre smiles gently at me. “But lay here with me for a moment,petite. I don’t want you to leave so quickly, after the first time.”
Willingly, I slide back into his arms, curling onto the chaise next to him. I reach for the cloth and water that I’d brought up earlier, gently using it to cool his face and neck. When I set it aside, he carefully wraps his arm around my waist.
“Careful—” I whisper, and he chuckles.
“I want to hold you,petite. Tonight, of all nights.”