5. Anne
Chapter 5
Anne
I close my eyes before I respond to his question.
“Do you ever feel at a crossroads? But you’re not sure that either decision is the answer?” When Alexandre takes my hand in his, it sends my heart into a frenzy. I love the way his rough and calloused hands feel on my skin. I want his hands to roam my skin. The wine is making its way through my veins. The champagne from earlier and now this wine, it’s a smidge too much for my short frame.
This is why I only have one or two drinks.
If I stare into Alexandre’s dazzling indigo eyes any longer, I know I’ll give in to my urge to kiss him again. It wouldn’t be the worst thing to happen. I invited him in because I wasn’t quite ready to part ways. The wine was an excuse to have us do something together and keep the conversation flowing.
Though all I want to do together involves my bed and zero clothing between us.
Heck, even the couch would be fine. It’d still be one of the more romantic places I’ve had sex. This is Paris, after all.
“Sometimes. Though I don’t like to linger on the possibilities and instead, I just pick a path and make it work.”
I open my eyes, holding his gaze. It’s as if we’re both waiting for the other to make a move.
Pick a path and make it work.
I want Alexandre, even if it’s only been days since we met. I want to give in to desire. I don’t want to go home in two weeks and wonder about what could have been between us.
What if I kissed him? What if I had a fun summer fling?
I move to straddle Alexandre. His coarse denim jeans are rough on my bare legs as I put one leg on either side of his lap. I cup his face in my hands and pause.
“I’m picking a path.” The words barely escape my mouth before I cover his lips with mine. His hands grip my thighs, holding me in place as we kiss.
I move my hands lower, the need to touch his body driving my actions. I slip my hands under the hem of his shirt, anxious to feel more of him. I can feel his muscles tense as I run my hands over his abs and chest. Both of us are breathing heavy as I pull away momentarily from the kiss. My chest rises and falls as I catch my breath.
I start to inch his shirt up, and he obliges my actions and pulls his shirt off. What a sight, this Adonis of a man, with tousled hair and sculpted abs.
And he’s mine.
I remove my shirt and toss it to the side, my nude, lace bra barely hiding my breasts.
Alexandre puts one hand on my lower back and the other under my chin. He trails his tongue along my lips before he kisses my jaw and then my neck. I can’t help myself; it’s like an unstoppable force, driving my actions. My body reacts to each and every touch from him.
I lean back as he makes his way down, kissing my clavicle and chest. As he continues to tease me, he runs a hand over one breast. My nipples harden as he brushes over one. Then the other. He lightly licks one nipple, and I let out a desperate moan. Alexandre tugs the lace down to capture my breast in his warm mouth. My hands grip his hair as he gently nips the hardened bud.
I grind my hips against his bulge but it’s not enough. I need more, the fabric between my thighs soaked and my arousal building as he grips my ass and helps me move against him.
“Alexandre,” my voice squeaks, “I want more.” He pulls me tight against him and stands. I wrap my arms around his neck as he carries me to the bed. My arousal is building with every slight sense of friction between us.
“ Mon trésor ,” he murmurs in his velvety voice as he lays me down. I start to move, wary of him fitting on my bed comfortably, but he places a warm palm on my belly before kissing my thigh. The kiss is unexpected and makes my toes curl.
He starts to remove my shorts and takes my underwear off with them. Then, before I can think about what’s next, he runs his tongue over my folds. I grip the comforter in both fists as he teases me. Licking lightly, bottom to top, slowly. His hands are on my thighs, rough and calloused, but his tongue is warm and soft as it grazes over my throbbing core.
I arch my back as he increases his speed, before he inserts one finger inside, syncing his tongue and his finger. It’s too much. My whole body feels like it’s on fire.
When he adds a finger, something inside of me snaps like a rubber band. I shout his name as I feel my muscles contract and I climax. His warm hand holds my waist down as he lavishes me. My senses are overwhelmed, and I squirm beneath his touch before everything settles.
It’s as if I’m floating on a cloud. He kisses each of my thighs before he stands. I watch, my body drenched in sweat and my heart racing, as he removes his pants and briefs. His eyebrows arch slightly as his lips quirk up a smidge. He returns to his bag for a moment before walking over to the bed again. Such a devilish smile.
And such an angelic man. I want him to feel as much pleasure as I have tonight. To feel weightless and panting, wild for more love.
No, not quite love; more like wild with passion.
“Are you ready for more?” he questions before joining me on the bed.
Alexandre
Just a taste of Anne is not enough for me. The way she clenched around my fingers as she orgasmed had my cock trying to burst out my jeans. I remove my bottoms swiftly, eager to have my name on her lips once more. She’s sprawled out on the bed, her soft curves on full display. Her breasts rising and falling as she takes a few deep breaths.
I ease on top, letting her adjust to the weight of me on the bed. Anne slides her fingers over my chest. Her touch is light and slow. The sensation is like a mix between tickles and pleasure. I dip my head to the crook of her neck as she takes my member into her hands. With only a small amount of pressure, she leisurely strokes my shaft as if we have all the time in the world.
“ Mon trésor ,” I moan into her neck as she ramps up her speed and then returns to moving slowly.
I don’t want to come in her hands. I want to feel her around me as I climax. I reach for the condoms I pulled from my bag. Anne’s eyes follow my actions as I roll the condom on. Her lips are swollen from kissing earlier. It looks as if she’s pouting, the strawberry color more cherry-like now, though just as delicious.
I lean down and kiss her once more, deeply, letting my cock rest against her soft belly. Her fingernails dig into my ass as she wiggles under me. I stroke her core tenderly before slipping one finger inside her channel, then two. She moves against my hand as I continue kissing her, sliding my tongue around hers.
“Alexandre,” she moans into my mouth as she presses her breasts into my chest.
Her voice is intoxicating. I want to listen to her talk all day long. I remove my fingers and place the tip of my cock against her slick entrance before easing in, letting her adjust to the change in size. I lightly graze one of her nipples with my tongue as I drive into her and feel her shiver under me.
Anne lifts her hips, taking me in deeper. I thrust faster and pull her closer to me. Our chests glisten from sweat, her hazel eyes barely open as she tilts her head back. I kiss her before playfully nipping her bottom lip. I slow my pace down and gently knead one of her breasts.
“Faster Alexandre, please. You’re teasing me,” she grits through her teeth.
“ N'importe quoi pour toi, mon trésor ,” I purr against her neck before I kiss her and then increase in speed.
I tuck my hands under her bum to keep her as close to me as possible. Anne has wrapped her arms around my torso, her nails clinging to my back.
I can feel each moan, her mouth pressed against my pec. She bites down, barely with any force at first. Her teeth graze my skin a few times, but as I pull out and then slam into her, she shouts and bites harder. Anne cries out my name, and I can feel her sex clenching around my cock. Her spasm sends me over the edge. I slowly pump into her until I’m empty and panting.
“I feel as if I’ve run a marathon, mon trésor .” I pull out and collapse next to her on the bed. Both of us lay there, the sounds of our breathing like white noise.
“That was amazing.” She turns to face me and then lightly kisses my nose. It’s such an adorable gesture, my heart feels full.
“You’re amazing,” I reply. She chuckles before getting up.
“How about a shower?” Anne starts to walk away before she turns around suddenly. “Can you stay the night?”
“I would love to stay the night.” I stand to join her. I take her hand in mine and gently kiss it. “Though I can’t promise to keep my hands to myself.”
We shower together, barely fitting in the cramped, small space. She has a spare travel toothbrush from her flight that she loans me. I may not have packed anything for a sleepover, but I’m thankful that I had brought condoms. I wasn’t thinking that we’d end up getting that far, let alone that I’d be spending the night, but I’m happy to have stashed them in my bag the other day.
Over the course of getting ready for bed, I learn that Anne sleeps nude, she won’t eat or drink anything but water after she brushes her teeth, and that she hates extra pillows in the bed I wonder how many people are privy to her nighttime routine and these little glimpses. Everything feels natural, even as we slide into bed on our respective sides. It all feels perfect.
I wrap her in my arms and pull her closer to me. Anne nestles her bum right up against me as we spoon. She fits perfectly in the crook of my arm. Her breathing steadies as she murmurs something too soft for me to hear. A heartbeat later, I can hear her snore.
“Sleep well, mon trésor ,” I whisper to the darkness.
My little treasure. I could get used to this. I need more time, a way for her to stay.
Maybe this is the start of love.