His lips twitch. "You already please me. Let your pussy take what it wants." He grips my hips and moves me down but only an inch.
My mouth flies open, and my breath hitches. "Oh." I feel full, and I know he has a lot more to give me.
"What if..."
He moves me back up.
I feel the loss of him, and I want him back. I push down. "Oh."
"Shhh." He strokes my cheek, speaks French, then kisses me, as if I'm his now and tomorrow, gently moving my hips up, letting me go down, then pulling me up again.
"Close your eyes, ma belle."
I obey him, inching more of my sex over him, creating a slow rhythm.
"Do you like my cock in you?" he murmurs in my ear.
"Yes."
He gently tugs my hair and talks French while kissing my neck.
When I get all of him in me, I pause. "I'm so full," I moan.
He replies, but I don't understand what he says. Then he wraps his arms around my back, holding me close.
I move again, whimpering from his smooth skin shimmying in and out of my heat. Everything feels more intense, and then he grasps my hips and thrusts faster.
The walls of my pussy collapse, spasming, and his cock hits a place in my sex I've never felt before.
Adrenaline floods my veins, flying to every destination possible. French words, ma belle, and my cries fill the air. The scents of lime and leather mixed with sweat and orgasms flare in my nostrils. A potent high crashes through my soul, breaking me into a million pieces.
I can't hold myself up. I vibrate in his arms, powerless over anything to do with my body.
He slides his hand between us and rubs my clit, shooting me higher.
"Malin," I cry.
He growls something, and his cock swells in me, pushing against my walls.
I didn't think I could feel any more pleasure, but I do. His hot seed pumps in me, and he groans, continuing to spew off French.
I bury my face in his neck, breathing hard, not sure how what I just experienced is possible. My chest heaves against his, coated in sweat.
His breath and lips graze my shoulder. He strokes my hair then says more things I don't comprehend.
I don't pull away from him until my insides stop quivering. A million thoughts bombard me.
I never thought I could have sex and it would be tolerable. Every hope I had to just get through it, so I could at least feel like a woman, shattered into millions of pieces like glass.
It wasn't good. It was mind-blowing ecstasy.
It's because of him.
I lift my head out of Malin's neck.
His lips twitch. He steals a kiss. "I thought that was amazing. What did you think, ma belle?"
My voice comes out hoarse. "Can we do it again?"
12
Malin
Ma belle is insatiable. No amount of orgasms or kisses can fulfill her. Every time my body leaves hers, she comes back for more, hungrier, dirtier, more ravenous than before.
Women in the past have wanted me. But not like Emilia.
Her dark-blue eyes have light in them. Pink never leaves her cheeks. Sweat covers her skin. Words roll off the tip of her tongue.
She obeys every command I have, calling out my name often, repeating any phrase I tell her to, answering all my questions.
I just went down on her again. She's still gripping my hair and shaking. I slide my tongue up her body, sucking on her nipple until she arches her back, then doing the same to the other.
I slide my arm under her, reach for the edge of the blanket, and cover her. I kiss her forehead. "You must sleep, ma belle. Tomorrow will be a long day."
She reaches for my cock, teasing it.
I groan then remove her hands. "We leave in a few hours. Sleep."
She traces my lips, snuggling into me. "Malin?"
"Yeah?"
"Will you still want me tomorrow?"
I glance down. Her eyes are full of fear, and my heart pounds harder. I kiss her, deep and as greedily as I've been doing all night. "I'll never get enough of you, ma belle."
"How do you know?"
I'll show you first thing in the morning how much I want you.
"I'm a man. I know what I want and like. You are what I want and like."
She shyly replies, "Yeah?"
"Yeah." In French, I say, "Now go to sleep." I kiss both her eyelids.
She keeps them shut. Her peaceful breathing soon fills the air.
I don't sleep. Our previous conversation haunts me. The questions I have