‘Ahhhh,’ she sighed, full of contentment as I used the flat of my tongue to lave her stiffened nipple, her fingers tightening around the bedding below her as she shifted her hips. Part of me wanted to bite her, to kiss her aggressively, to slam into her and force a series of orgasms from her that made her scream my name. But that was our usual dance. Hot and heavy, frantic and needy. I was failing her in so many other ways, unable to say the words I knew she was really desperate to hear, unwilling to give up the security of my houseboat to move in with her, mistrusting of marriage, and too fucking scared to give her the one thing I knew she wanted the most. A child. I had an overwhelming urge to be tender and gentle with her, to show her that I wasn’t just in this for the intense, wild, and crazy sex we always had. I lifted my head to look at her, her long hair splayed on the pillow below her, her soft, supple lips parted as she tried to calm her erratic breathing, and those expressive green eyes that had punched the air right out of my lungs the first time they locked with mine.
‘Jesus, Coco, you’re so beautiful,’ I murmured, my voice full of wonder. Her cheeks flamed, and her dark lashes batted her cheeks as she struggled to accept the compliment. She still had so many insecurities about her body. If I ever came across the men, or women, who’d made her feel less than she was, I’d rip them limb from limb.
I dipped my head and kissed her left collarbone, then slowly made my way across to her right shoulder, shifting my path to move up to the crook of her neck where I gently nibbled and blew air onto the one spot that turned her boneless. I smiled as I heard the soft moan of pleasure that left her lips and felt her fingers tighten around my biceps. I reached down and grasped my cock to position it. Not that it needed any help, it was like a heat-seeking missile whenever I was this close to her. I sank into her slowly, both of us groaning as I nipped along her jawline, the sound of her heavy breathing filling my ears. The feel of her surrounding my shaft was sensational. Tight, warm, wet, velvet. I hissed through my teeth as she clenched her walls around me and forced myself to concentrate so I didn’t spill my load in her already. I’d never had a problem holding back until Coco. She unmanned me every damn time.
‘Jesus, baby,’ I uttered throatily, holding myself still inside her as she slipped her hands around to my backside, her fingernails digging in sharply as she tried to drag me further inside her.
‘Please, Hunter, I need you. So badly.’
‘You have me. Wrap your legs around my waist,’ I ordered, sweeping my lips across hers, catching her breath and breathing it back. I started to rock my hips and Coco caught my rhythm quickly as I maintained a slow pace, forcing her to match my speed as she tried to hurry things up. ‘What’s the rush?’ I murmured, as I kissed each corner of her mouth, clenching my backside to force myself not to come too soon.
Christ, I really had missed her. Not just being buried inside her, just her. That smile when she opened her door to me this morning had erased the last few days of hell without her. It was hard to imagine how dull and empty my life had been before she barrelled into it and turned it upside down.
‘It’s been days,’ she moaned, locking her ankles behind me and moving her hands to grip my shoulder blades as she gazed up at me, her swollen lips parted as she tried to breathe in time with my gentle thrusts.
‘And I promise to make up for it. Give this to me, Coco. We fuck all of the time, I want to take it slow. Besides, an orgasm is an orgasm no matter how you get it, right?’
‘No!’ she shot back, narrowing her eyes. ‘I’ve had some pretty shitty ones in the past. Until you, I had no idea how good they could be. You’re telling me what you experience with me is no better than your other women?’
‘Shit. This is what you do, you twist my words, that’s not what I meant. I meant with me, coming through a slow session or a fast, hard fuck, it’s still enjoyable, right?’
‘No,’ she replied, forcing me to grind to a halt inside her as I tried to pick my jaw back up. What the fuck? No, no way. I rocked her world every bit as much as she did mine. ‘They’re mind blowing, Hunter. Blow it now, the way only you’ve ever been able to do.’
‘Jesus, Coco!’ I grunted, drawing out of her, then powering back inside, making us both gasp. ‘Don’t fucking do that to me.’
‘I told you you’re the best I ever had, don’t let her get in your head and make you doubt yourself. She was a fool to let you go, and I’m warning you now, I’m going to be harder to shake off than a limpet. Now turn off that brain of yours and kiss me while you make me come, I’m already close.’
I grinned at her and gently held her throat with one hand as I bit her lower lip and sucked it into my mouth, sliding my other hand down between our bodies to apply some gentle pressure to her clit. She immediately whimpered, then pulled her lip from between my teeth and sank her tongue into my mouth as I set a steady, even pace of thrusts into her heated core. Everything muted as the heat between us intensified, our bodies creating friction as they slid against each other’s, the sounds of our breathing and sighing filling the air. We moved in perfect unison, like we’d been doing this all of our lives, not just the eighteen or so months since we first got together. All those years of mindless fucks and I really had no idea what I was missing. Sex with Coco just got better and better the closer we got.
I gripped her jaw between my thumb and forefinger, thrusting my tongue into her mouth in time with my strokes, my finger circling her clit faster and faster. She started to writhe on the bed below me, her eyelids fluttering as she struggled to maintain her focus on mine. I felt heat building in my balls and the sensation of them contracting as the overwhelming urge to come started battering my senses.
‘Hunter, please, I’m going to … I’m … oh God,’ she mumbled as we kissed deeply, her body tightening around mine, her muscles rippling around my cock as it slipped in and out of her, eased by the copious lubrication she was providing. Jesus, nothing felt better than this. I could die happy right now.
‘Fuck, Coco!’ I hissed, throwing my head back as her grip nearly broke me. ‘Now, baby, now.’
‘Yes,’ she sobbed. We both gave up the fight to control ourselves and let our base instincts take over. A powerful stream of come exploded from me, and I yelled her name as my body went tense. The sound of her cries of pleasure as she quaked below me merged with our desperate need for oxygen as I collapsed down on her, nosing my way through her hair while the aftershocks ran through us both.
‘Damn,’ I grunted.
‘Hot damn,’ she moaned, making me chuckle. ‘Give me five minutes to feel my legs, then I want to do that again.’
‘Hungry for me, baby?’ I grinned, pulling my head up to hold her drugged-out gaze.
‘Always,’ she sighed, pursing her lips for a kiss. I gladly obliged, wishing we didn’t have to leave this suite. I’d happily stay in here with her for the next four nights, screw Paris. Even The Domville’s Michelin-starred restaurant we were booked into for Sunday night wasn’t as tempting as the thought of feasting on my woman.
Le Grand Style
Luc
Sunday Night
I SAT IN ONE of the armchairs by the fire, savouring the smooth Cognac as it slipped down my throat and warmed my belly while I gazed at Lulu’s animated face. She was curled up in the corner of the large sofa, facing Coco as they chatted and laughed. Today had been a good day. The four of us had spent the morning in the Ile de la Cité, walking, talking, and taking in the sights, including a tour of Notre-Dame, before a light lunch and a river cruise to take advantage of the crisp, clear day. A gourmet evening meal down in the restaurant had left us all sated, and we’d returned to our suite for a nightcap. We’d even managed to fit in a quick FaceTime session with the children. I’d been longing for this short break, a chance to unwind from all of the stresses of everyday life, of running my business, managing millions of pounds of funds on a daily basis. But I was already counting the hours to when I could get home and reunite my family.
Meeting Lulu
had changed me irrevocably, for the better. I’d never have imagined myself to be the settling-down type, content to sit with his wife and two children at night instead of out drinking and clubbing, trawling for my next conquest. But here I was. And what’s more, I wasn’t fully content with my tribe. I wanted more children, something Lulu was fighting me on every step of the way. It was as if having discovered love for the first time in my life, I craved it. Lulu, Tristan, and Lottie filled me with so much joy, and I wanted more. The urge to procreate was strong. Seeing her carrying my child had filled me with such pride, it was something I wanted to experience again and again. To have a large family that I could care for, offer all of the love and support that had been so lacking in my life, would help erase my painful childhood memories from existence. My cock stirred in my boxers as I raked my eyes over my stunning woman, wondering how I was going to interrupt to let her know that I was impatient to drag her to our bedroom and have my way with her.
‘What do they find to talk about? They’ve talked all day, and they’re still at it,’ Hunter uttered, shaking his head as he knocked back his glass of Johnnie Walker Blue Label Whisky, his favourite tipple. I chuckled and shook my head. He was right. As a species, we males were happy to sit in comfortable silence, unless we had something important to say. These women could talk about anything and everything, and they did.
‘Be grateful, my friend. When they have each other, we get to enjoy our drinks in peace.’ I raised my glass to him with a smile and drained the last few dregs as he smiled and nodded.
‘Very true. Women’s friendships are very different than ours. Is it wrong of me to be assessing when would be a good time to jump in and suggest it’s time to turn in? Seeing Coco dressed up like that has made it hard to focus on anything but the need to drag her to our room to fuck her.’
‘If it’s wrong, then I’ll be sharing the prison cell with you,’ I laughed. ‘I’ve been looking at Lulu all night thinking the same. We are alpha males in our prime, Hunter, driven by the need to mate, frequently. The fact that we have such amazing women to fulfil these desires is a blessing indeed.’
‘So how do we subtly tell them the time for talk is over?’
‘We don’t,’ I stated, flashing him a smile. ‘Subtlety isn’t my style, watch and learn.’ I winked as I stood up and buttoned my jacket. ‘Thank you for your company again this evening, Hunter. Enjoy your night and I will see you in the morning.’
‘This I have to see, they’re talking Jimmy Choos. Even Dom knows not to interrupt that conversation,’ Hunter laughed. I shook my head and strode over to where they were sitting, my heart physically hurting when she lifted her gaze and those stunning amber eyes locked with mine. She was perfection. My perfection.
‘Everything ok?’ she asked.
‘I am feeling in an amorous mood, ma belle. I would like for you to say your goodnights and come with me now. Pun fully intended.’
‘Luc!’ she blushed, flashing an apologetic look at Coco, who just giggled. ‘We’re mid-conversation. Surely there’s no urgency right now.’
‘On the contrary, there is every urgency. Are you telling me that you do not wish to have sex with your husband? Am I no longer appealing to you?’
‘Oh, that’s unfair, pulling out the emotional blackmail card,’ she protested.
‘Whatever it takes to get you beneath me, Lulu Le Grand. You know the man you married, subtlety has never been my strong suit.’
‘No, it really hasn’t, has it?’ she replied, her eyes flicking down to my crotch. Her nostrils flared and she tugged on her lower lip with her teeth when she spotted my erection, partially concealed by my suit jacket. ‘We have all night,’ she whimpered, fighting the urge to give in to her needs or to break the polite façade she’d perfected as part of her business persona. ‘It’s rude to get up and leave now, it’s still early.’
‘Trust me, Hunter is as keen as I am for us to leave, he has his own plans for an amorous evening. Come, ma belle. I am in the mood for some love Le Grand style,’ I coaxed, holding out my hand to her. She spluttered on her champagne, her cheeks turning puce as Coco gazed at me wide-eyed.
‘Oh hello! What’s Le Grand style? Have you been holding out on me, Lulu?’ she quizzed.
‘Maybe just a little,’ Lulu squeaked, setting her glass down on the lamp table at her side. ‘Would you mind terribly if I go?’
‘Only if you promise to fill me in over breakfast. And here I thought doggie was your favourite position.’
‘Any position with Luc is,’ she giggled, kissing Coco on the cheek. She then reached out to put her hand in mine and gazed up at me with anticipation and lust flaring in her eyes. ‘Darling, after that offer, I’m all yours.’
‘I thought you might be,’ I chuckled as I helped her up, then made her screech with laughter between her feeble protests as I bent down and hauled her up into my arms. ‘Goodnight both, we will see you in the morning.’
‘Night, have fun!’ Coco called as I strode off down towards our suite, my mind focussed only on what I was about to do to my wife.
‘You’re incorrigible, Luc Le Grand,’ Lulu admonished as I approached our door.
‘Please, Hunter was as desperate to drag Coco to bed as I was you. We’d have waited all night for the two of you to stop talking and I am not a patient man. Besides, you love me taking control,’ I stated confidently.
‘I so do,’ she agreed, reaching down to open the door to our suite. ‘Were you serious about Le Grand Style?’
‘I take sex very seriously, Lulu. You should know that I’d never joke about that,’ I replied as I kicked the door shut behind me. Lulu gasped as I set her down. I’d asked our butler to prepare the room while we were in the lounge having our after-dinner drinks. Candles flickered from every surface imaginable, setting a romantic and sexy tone to the suite. Sitting in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling antique mirror in the lounge area was an upholstered armchair with dainty wooden legs. But what drew Lulu’s gaze was the four lengths of bondage rope neatly curled up on the padded seat. ‘You know what I want, ma belle,’ I purred, tugging my tie from around my neck and tossing it onto the bed before making a start on my cufflinks.
‘What I want, too,’ she replied breathlessly as she went to stand over by the chair, then turned to face me.
I kept my gaze on her as I started to undo my shirt buttons, and she reached up and slowly removed the pins from her hair, wave after wave of her lustrous thick brown tresses falling down her back. I flung my shirt to join my tie as I toed off my brogues, then tugged off my socks, not removing my gaze from my wife for a moment. By the time my trousers had pooled around my ankles, she was undoing the buttons on the thing she called a dress. It was little more than a shirt belted at the waist, stopping mid-thigh. I felt my breathing coming hard and fast as the fleshy domes of her perfect breasts were revealed, her gorgeous nipples still hidden from sight as she moved down to the buttons on her stomach. I strode over to the other armchair, which had been positioned facing hers, and settled into it, putting one ankle up on my knee as I braced an elbow on the side of the chair and ran my finger over my lips, nodding appreciatively as she reached the last button.
I already knew that she was bare underneath. I’d insisted on it, much to her mortification, before we headed out for dinner. I felt my lips curve into a smile as I remembered the look on her face when my hand had crept up her thigh during dinner and I’d sank a finger knuckle deep inside her as she’d tried to place her food order, then teased her at various points through the meal until she’d had to excuse herself, her cheeks flushed with excitement. It had been hard not to get up and follow her to the toilet to satisfy us both there and then, but Lulu knew I was the master of anticipation. And she was worth the wait. I heard a throaty groan leave my lips as she pushed her shoulders back, the silk of her shirt-dress sliding down her arms into a puddle on the floor, then stepped away from it. She was naked but for the sexiest pair of black shoes, with laces that wrapped around he
r ankles and slender, toned calves. I let my eyes run over her body languidly, taking some deep breaths as all of the blood in my body rushed to my cock, making it painfully hard.
‘Mon Dieu, I will never tire of this view,’ I groaned, beckoning her towards me.
We’d played this game so many times, she knew what I wanted, but she also knew what she’d get in return. She slinked over and reached down to push my knees apart before sinking to hers and reaching to extract my cock from my tight boxers, her chest heaving with anticipation. I sank lower in my seat as she put her hands behind her back, then ran the tip of her tongue up my shaft, holding my gaze as she removed the pre-come from my tip and swirled her tongue around my head, forcing a grunt of satisfaction from me. Lulu Le Grand was the epitome of a classic beauty, tailored, well cultured and mannered, which only made seeing her on her knees with my rigid cock in her mouth all the more intoxicating.
‘Merde,’ I gasped as she engulfed me, her luminous amber eyes on mine at all times, just as she knew I would want it. I reached down and gathered her hair into a ponytail, grasping the base of it firmly in one hand as her mouth worked my cock with precision. Warm and wet, firm suction followed by teasing breaths, nips of her teeth, and long, slow licks that had my buttocks clench as I lifted my hips, eager for more of her. The look on her face meant everything. This was not a chore to her, it was a pleasure, one I rarely afforded her. She was too good and threatened to have me explode in her mouth within minutes, and whilst, like any man, I loved to come, seeing the look of satisfaction on her face as I made her climax again and again was an even better reward. My body tensed as my balls began to tighten, Lulu hollowing her cheeks as she tried to force a climax from me. ‘Arrêtez,’ I demanded. ‘Stop, now!’
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