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He layme down on his bed, and lightly stroked his fingers through my hair, while I snuggled closer, taking in the flecks of amber in his green eyes and the tiny lashes on the end of one lid that had gotten crossed.
He skipped his fingers along the back of my skull and cupped it while dragging his lips along my jaw. His light kisses to the corner of my mouth slowed, lingering.
There was a different current between us, a solid foundation allowing for an almost lazy anticipation. None of this was going to disappear; it was only the beginning.
Twining my fingers with his, I rolled onto my back with Laurent half on top of me, savoring the warmth from the press of his body and the certainty of his kisses that tasted like mint.
We kept our hands laced together, falling deeper and deeper into our embrace.
I bit his bottom lip and swiped my tongue over it to lave the sting. His moan rumbled through my chest and my breath hitched.
Laurent gazed at me with hazy eyes, his breathing as ragged as my own, and slid his hands free to run his fingers along my hips. “I need…” His mouth claimed mine, our tongues tangling.
I wound my fingers into his hair and wrapped one leg over his, arching against the hard press of his cock. My nipples tightened into stiff peaks, and I rubbed them against his chest, hissing at the friction.
He pushed my shirt up, gently pinching one nipple. Groaning, I arched underneath him, his hands tightening on my rib cage. His mouth worked lower, trailing kisses down my neck, and sucking on the hollow above my collarbone.
Dizzy, I pulled off my shirt, pitching it into the corner, then fell back to the cool softness of the mattress as his lips worked their way lower, branding me. He sucked a lace-covered tit into his mouth, his lashes falling half shut and a dreamy sigh escaping those beautiful lips.
I pushed his shirt up, forcing him to stop and strip, his pecs flexing and his shoulders bunching.
Laurent popped the clasp on my bra, dragging one strap then the other down my arms, and we drank each other in, memorizing every dip and divot.
“I must taste you again.” He framed my face in his hands and claimed my mouth.
I was light-headed under the force of his attention, getting drunk on his kisses and the sensation of his bare skin on mine. But I desired all of him. I fumbled at the buttons of his jeans.
He kicked them free, making short work of my own pants before dipping his thumb into my cleft to rub against my clit.
Gasping, I clutched his shoulders.
He tore his wet, swollen lips from mine to shoot me the wickedest grin I’d ever seen.
I shivered and reached for his cock, but he batted my hand away like a cat.
“Non,” he said arrogantly. “Not yet.”
He pressed a kiss to my stomach then slid down the bed, nudging my legs wider. In one swift motion, he licked into me, and I bunched the top blanket in my fists, squirming and giving breathy moans. “Oui,” he said, chuckling against my inner thigh. “More of that.”
One finger slid inside me, and my eyes rolled back in my head. Holding one hip to help me ride his fingers, he flicked his tongue over my clit, slow and teasing at first, then faster, both of us lost to this.
My entire body tightened, and I bit down on my lower lip, coming as I called his name.
“Good?” he said.
“Very.” I took a ragged breath. “Now may I have your cock in me?”
“Since you asked nicely.” Quickly he put on a condom, then kneeled at the end of the bed and stroked himself twice. “I want you.”
I licked my lips. “I’m right here.”
He gave me a shy smile. “Yeah, you are, aren’t you?”
Moonlight glinted off reddish highlights in his hair, and he drank me in like I was a piece of music that he needed to play to soothe an essential part of himself.
My skin tingled, and I caressed his cheek, needing to ensure there wasn’t a single wrong note between us. “Laurent?” He raised an eyebrow at my question. “Thanks for asking me.”
