“You have a point.”
He scrambled upwards, taking care of his clothes, hurried and frantic to get naked, leaving me no time to ogle his fine physique before his bare skin slid across mine, making me shiver.
“You cold?”
“Hardly. Just the effect a certain someone has on me.”
His solid erection nudged against the inside of my thigh and, God, I bit my lip so hard I almost cried out in pain.
“My perfect summer storm,” he said with awe, running his hand down the length of my ribs. “Mon petit lapin.”
“What is that?” I whispered, almost choking up at the endearment he’d spoken.
He sighed indulgently. “French. My little bunny.”
Peppering kisses down my chest, he bypassed my breasts, instead taking two handfuls of flesh and teasing his mouth around my belly button. I shuddered, sure that the belly fat I had jiggled when I did so. Didn’t look like Yannick cared as he moved further south, his nose in the neatly trimmed patch of hair I’d recently tidied up. I giggled, feeling on top of the world, my fingers combing through Yannick’s hair. I’d never grow tired of feeling Yannick all over me, putting my hands all over him.
The giggling stopped at the first rush of warm breath followed by the swift lick of a tongue at the centre of me. Oh. Boy. I was wet with anticipation already and beginning to squirm under his hands and mouth. When he screwed a finger inside, my hips arched off the bed on a shout of glee. Why had I waited so long to put out again? I was a certified idiot, I knew those magic fingers and how he could make me come. “Yan,” I breathed out on an exhale as he made a meal of the most intimate part of me. I felt like I was drunk, my head swimming as he coaxed me closer and closer to orgasm, that firm tongue of his flicking my clit in a rhythm that was mind blowing.
Then he stopped and raised his head, his lips glistening, the short hair on his jaw wet with dribbles of spit. I couldn’t help but laugh when he removed his finger and wiped at his face.
“Delicious.” Kissing his way back up my body, my legs fell slack as he slotted in place, his cock butting against my pussy. I was desperate for him to plunge inside and take me off to wonderland, but the considerate man moved no further.
“I need to get a condom.”
Oh, thank God. I didn’t have any, and while I was on the pill and not sexually active, I wasn’t reckless. Yannick hurried back, condom in hand, his thick fingers wrapped around his cock. He stood at the side of the bed, concentrating on tearing open the packet and rolling the latex down with unsteady hands, exactly like the last time.
“You’re nervous?”
“Excited.” He speared me with a look that said a million filthy things.
Well, yeah, the firmness of his cock was proof enough. Such a stupid question. Condom on, he was over me in a second and breaching me in the next. Kissing me sweetly, a kiss that was far too sweet for the carnal act of fucking, he gave a few quick thrusts, inching deeper each time.
“I love being inside you,” he whispered, nibbling at the tendon on my neck.
“Then hurry up, I’ve been waiting too long.”
He surged forward, buried to the hilt, rotating his hips in a tease that almost had me coming as the friction of his pubic bone rubbed against mine. Indecent groping, and biting, and kissing, and thrusting ensued. I held my breath for moments on end, not daring to breathe in case I lost the heady sensations he brought forth with the way he played me over and over like a well-loved song.
Hitching my legs around his waist, I joined the affray, giving as good as I got, not wanting to be a passenger. I needed fucked by this man, I needed him to own me because I realised he did, and I wanted to be his. In and out he dragged, rough at times, gentle at others but he never stopped his onslaught, coaxing an orgasm that would leave me wrung out for hours. I ground upwards, my clit pulsing, my muscles tensed. The pounding of my heart and the grunts from Yannick were music to my ears and had me fighting to make it last longer.
“Slower,” I gasped, because I knew I was almost there, ready to fly. And I did, on a thrust I could feel everywhere, coming with a ferocious explosion. I was loud, I was unapologetic, and poor Yannick would bear the welts on his back from where I’d gouged my nails in.
“Beautiful, Bunny. So goddamn beautiful.”
Yannick gave me some time to get my breath back, gentle strokes bringing me down, then he pulled out, holding onto the base of his cock.
“I’m going to come soon but I want you here.” He moved off the bed and pointed to the corner. With great effort, I crawled over, not protesting when he nudged me onto my front and positioned my legs on either side of the mattress. I stretched my arms above me, Yannick’s hand travelling the length of my back.
“This okay?”
“Oh, yeah. You’re a fucking sight for sore eyes right there.”
I squeaked, not expecting him to push inside me so quickly again. This time, he didn’t wait around. Taking hold of my hips in a firm grasp, he drilled his cock in and out of my slippery hole with short, fast thrusts. He groaned and growled while I clenched around him. “Do that again, shit, that’s fucking amazing.”
I did and he let out a shout, then another as he braced his hands under my shoulders. I held onto the sheets, the noises coming from
