by Taylor Lee
“Non, non, cherie, I am not making fun of you and, oui, I will hold you. I will hold you and show you what I do to make your nipples hard. Would you like that? Oui? Would you like me to twist them, bite them, and suck on them?”
Her face flamed and she trembled. A soft moan escaped her lips.
“Yes? Good, because that’s what I’m going to do. But first take off your boots. And, cherie, bend over when you take them off.”
When she bent over, her breasts swayed and her fingers swept across the tips, peaking them even more. She took off her boots, and stood before him naked, except for her lacy, ass-hugging drawers. Her eyes were wide with a mix of fear, uncertainty, and, what he hoped was excitement.
Bai stood up, adjusting his trousers to accommodate his rock hard, throbbing cock. His heart was pounding wildly, his aroused breaths more like ragged gasps. He was surprised his legs held him upright. Gazing at the most beautiful woman he had ever seen, he smiled and snuffed out his cigar.
His voice was gruff, tight with emotion.
“Come here, Elena.”
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Chapter 25
She stepped toward him. He took her in his arms and pulled her close to him. He began murmuring in French. She understood enough to know that he was calling her loving names, praising her beauty. She relaxed in his arms, tears of relief stinging her eyes. She had been afraid, so afraid. She didn’t know if she could do this, but she did. Now she was here, and he was holding her like he would never let her go.
He kept one strong arm around her and held her tight against his chest, then started to lay her down on the floor. “Here, cherie. Lay here. Put your head here.”
He laid her on the quilt before the fire, gently positioning her head on the pillow. She took a deep breath, breathing in his heady odor. He smelled like tobacco and bourbon, the smoke from the fire, and that strong male smell of his that made her stomach flutter. A flood of sensation washed over her. She knew her face flushed because his knowing smile widened.
He loomed over her, large, certain, his eyes glowing with a predatory gleam. He looked as though he would devour her. She thought she should be frightened, but she wasn’t. She wanted him to touch her. She ached for him to hold her close. He removed one of his black leather boots and then the other. He unbuttoned his shirt and tossed it to the floor, then reached down and unbuttoned the top buttons of his pants, never breaking eye contact with her.
She looked at the taut, lean muscles on his chest and shoulders and thought she might choke when she saw the fine dark hair on his chest arrowing down his taut belly to the huge bulge in his trousers. Her groin clenched. She pressed her fists against the floor to keep from crying out. Instead she whispered, “You are beautiful. May I touch you?”
His eyes widened but a smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. “Yes, cherie. You may. But first, I need to do this.”
He lay beside her and stretched his lean body against hers. He reached down and took her face in his hands and began to kiss her the way he had in the garden, gently, lightly nipping at the corners of her mouth. Then taking her bottom lip between his teeth, he bit down. She started and moaned.
He shuddered in response to her needy sound and his soft entreaties became harder, more urgent. He pushed her teeth open and drove his tongue deep into her mouth. He tasted like spicy bourbon and fine smoky cigars. She dug her fingers into his shoulders and moved up against him. She wanted to put her tongue in his mouth, twist it around his. She had never known what kissing could do. It was as though she was on fire, her skin was hot and damp, all because of the way he was driving his tongue deeper and harder, plundering her mouth as if he wanted to possess her starting with her mouth.
She tasted his desire and felt his strong thighs rub against her. He reached down and separated her legs and pressed his hard cock up between her thighs. The same flash of heat that she felt in the garden and before in the barn made her groin clench, her breath catch. With a painful start, she remembered those other times, how he had pulled back, pushed her away. Oh, God, what if he did that again? What if he stopped, rejected her, or, God help her, laughed at her? She knew she might die if he pushed her away again.
“Bai, are you, are we…” Her voice was breathless, tentative.
“Oui, cherie, what, petit amour?”
“Bai, you…you aren’t going to stop, are you?” she whispered trying to hide her fear.
“Oh. ma bien adoré,” his voice was a raspy mix of a chuckle and groan. “Non, non, never. I will never let you go. You are mine now, cherie, mine.”
She squeezed back tears of relief and buried her face against his sculptured chest, digging her fingers even deeper in his tense shoulders, pulling him closer.
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Bai was startled by her question, chagrined, remembering the times he had pushed her away, fighting his desire for her, denying himself her soft body. He pulled her tight against him then gently laid her back to the floor, looking at her in amazement.
“Mon Dieu, Elena, look at you! How could I possibly let you go? Do you know how much I want you? Feel me, mon amour, feel what you do to me.”
He pressed her hand against his cock bulging in his pants and smirked at her surprise when it jumped against her hand. He looked down at her in wonder. Jesus, he couldn’t believe her body. He marveled at her soft pale skin, her lush hips, her glorious ass, and her strong, slender legs toned from years of riding horses and practicing kung fu. God, she was beautiful, perfect. He wanted to inhale her, absorb her, suck her into him -- connect to her every possible way.
He lifted her hair away from her neck, revealing the long column of her throat. He groaned, remembering how he had wanted to kiss her, taste her, lick her. He trailed his tongue against the throbbing pulse and his prick swelled in response. He licked her skin at the base of her throat reveling in the salty sweet taste. Goose bumps rose beneath his tongue. Sweet moans escaped from between her lips.
Laying her back against the floor, he ran his tongue deep in the well between her breasts, then rose up on his elbows and looked his fill at the glorious sight below. Her breasts were pale mounds of luscious flesh topped by delicate pink nipples. Even now, they were beginning to peak turning a darker rosier color as he murmured his approval.
He grasped one of her breasts in each of his big hands and marveled at the size and swell of each orb.
“Mon dieu, Elena, I had no idea your breasts were so perfect. Christ, how can they be so full, so firm when I can fit my hands around your slender waist? They fill my hands and, look, they swell when I touch you. And, cherie, your nipples! Jesus God, Elena, how I have been longing to do this, mon bien-amie.”
He twisted one of the tips in his fingers and she cried out when he pinched it. He began nipping at the tender peak with his teeth then bit down hard. She shrieked and shuddered when he pulled the hardened nub in his mouth and sucked, softly at first, then harder, as if he could never suckle her enough. With his fingers, he twisted the other nipple and moved back and forth between her breasts twisting, nipping, biting, and sucking until she was writhing beneath him, moaning, begging him not to stop.
“Oh, God, Bai! Oh, oh. Oh, my God, what are you doing? It… that feels so good. Oh, Bai, I feel it all over me. Everywhere. Something is happening to me, my body. Help me! Oh, my God, please don’t stop.”
Ecstatic at her response, he groaned. “I won’t stop, cherie, and, Elena, you mustn’t either.”
Elena thrilled when he took first one nipple, then the other deep in his mouth, licking, sucking the tender tips. His fingers, his lips and his tongue drove her nipples to hard beaded peaks. Who knew how sensitive they were, how it would feel, what it would do to her body when he suckled her? Then he bit down hard. She screamed, but rather than pulling away, she pushed her breasts up to his fingers, his mouth, wanting more, begging him not him to stop. A torrent of sensation flooded over her body. Hot licks of heat flashed from her throbbing nipples to the pit of her stomach and lower. She fel
t hot and tingly all over. Her legs, her thighs, and between her legs ached with desire. It was as though his lips, his tongue, his teeth ignited a fire that started in her nipples and raged through her body straight to her throbbing core.
She buried her fingers in his silky hair and pulled him down harder, her body shaking, her breath coming in hard pants. She whimpered, then as a wave of passion hit her, she shrieked, “Oh, my god, Bai, help me. What is happening to me? Oh, God, oh, my God. Help me!”
“Elena, listen to me, bebe. I’m holding you. I won’t let you go. Let your beautiful body feel what it is like to be loved. Look at you! Mon dieu! Keep coming like that, fillette, yes, sweet, sexy, beautiful woman. Come like that. Come for me, orgasme pour moi, cherie. Yes? Yes! Like that!”
~~~
Bai was stunned. He knew that she had never made love before, that he should go slow, not push her and then she responded like this and, Holy Christ, he wanted to take her, ravage her, possess her, make her his.
“Christ, Elena, you are coming just by my touching you, sucking your nipples. Mon Dieu, I can’t believe you,” he murmured in awe when he felt wave after wave of her orgasm ripple through her.
In shock, he realized that this was her first orgasm, and, Goddamn it, he gave it to her! He almost crowed. He wanted to jump up, stand on the rooftop like a primitive male beast, beat his chest with his fists, shout out his triumph, and tell the world. Tell them that in that moment, in that small but infinite moment in time, he claimed her: her body, every part of her. She is mine, mine alone. Mine!
~~~
Bai held her gently kissing the tears on her face, holding her, stroking her as her body began to descend from her fierce climax. He whispered to her running his tongue around the shell of her ear, tickling her. “I want you to do that again for me. Oui, cherie? Will you come again for me, fillette? Again and again and again?”
“Yes! God, yes! But, Bai, how? I don’t know what to do! I don’t know how.” She was frantic, desperate with desire.
“Ah, mais oui, but you do, cherie. Your hot, sexy body knows. And I know. Let me show you, bebe. Let me show you all the amazing things your body knows.”
She moaned and buried her fingers in his hair, tugging him down between her breasts.
He laid on top of her, resting on his elbows, drinking in her spicy exotic smell. Inching down, he dropped kisses first on the swell of her breasts, her nipples, then across her stomach. He licked all around and inside her navel smiling when she shrieked at his tickling touch.
“Much as I hate to see them go, belle femme dulce, we need to take off these outrageous drawers or how can I suck on your pussy?”
She jerked away, startled.
“Oh, God. No, no, Bai, no. I don’t think you’re supposed to do that. I don’t think that is a good idea.” Her voice was frantic.
He couldn’t hide his smile.
“Let me show you why I think it is precisely what I am supposed to do and why I know you will discover it is an excellent idea.”
She stiffened when he pulled her drawers down and slipped them off her feet, pausing to nibble on her toes. She resisted when he nudged her legs apart, but he pushed them open gently and bent her knees.
She tried to wriggle away. He reveled in her nervousness, as much as her wary trust. Deep inside, his possessive, dominant need for control unfurled. His cock throbbed, his balls ached. He held her hands above her head against the floor and eased her knees farther apart. Moving up between her thighs, he smiled at the red-gold nest of soft springy hair covering her mound. Feeling her resistance, with his free hand he stroked her cheek and then gently pinched the corner of her mouth, his eyes bright with desire.
“Ah, cherie. Remember what it felt like when I sucked on your nipples, licked them, bit them? Yes? How your beautiful hot body went wild with my fingers, my mouth? Oui?”
She nodded, but her lips trembled and her eyes were wide and anxious.
“Now, ma petite fille, I want to touch you in other sensitive places, places made especially for lovers, oui, mon amour? Will you let me do that? Let me show you all the sexy places on your body, that feel so good, oui, cherie? Will you let me love you, Elena?”
She swallowed nervously, then smiled faintly and nodded.
“Elena, spread your legs.” His voice was soft, commanding.
She gasped, and then moved her legs slightly apart.
“Mm hmm. Wider, cherie, wider. Oui, like that.”
He wedged his shoulders between her knees then leaned down and buried his face in the fragrant hair shielding her pussy. Before she could pull back, he licked her slit from top to bottom, then back again in a long probing swipe.
She cried out, a wild cry. “Oh, my God! Dear God in heaven. What are you doing? Bai, Oh, oh…” She tried to twist away, to push him away. “Oh, God, you… shouldn’t … mustn’t…Bai …Oh, my God!”
“Non, non, Elena, mon amour. Don’t think. Just feel. This is where I want to be, where you want me to be.” He gently separated her trembling legs and pulled her hips up closer to him.
“Oh, my God, Bai, I don’t know if you should… oh, God…”
His grip was solid, unyielding. He eased her shuddering body back to the floor keeping her legs spread open, her crotch available. “Ah, oui, petite amie, let me look at you. Like that. Oui, here, fillette, let me spread your legs like this so that I can see you. Ah, oui! That is the way. Mmm, what a good girl you are, une si bonne fille! You think you should push me away, oui? Pull back? But instead you pull me closer and open your legs even wider. Mmm, oui! Mon Dieu, such a good girl!”
He rocked back on his heels. He held her knees apart and gazed down at her his eyes gleaming with lust. With expert fingers, he separated her outer labia astonished that her soft folds were already drenched with sweet juices. She gasped and tried to clamp her knees together.
“Non, non, Elena. I want to look at you, je tiens à vous examiner, examine you – here in your most private places. Do you see how hungry I am for you? Oui, bebe?”
She stole a glance at him, then blushed and moaned helplessly, her eyes glazed with desire.
He smiled at her and shook his head in wonder. “I wish you could see how lovely you are. Mm hmm. Your chatte is so pink, so pretty. Mon Dieu, Elena. Your pussy is like your nipples. You are soft and pink in all these special places. And cherie, you are wet, so very wet. You make me want to taste you, to suck on you. Yes! Like this!”
“Oh, no, Bai. You mustn’t!”
Holding her hands firmly at her sides, he leaned down and ran his tongue in tantalizing swipes along her soft folds, then deeper, licking and sucking her.
She tried to scoot back, fought to bring her knees together and shrieked, “Oh…oh, my God!”
He squinted up at her, to both reassure and further restrain her, wedging her knees apart with his shoulders.
“Non, non, bebe. How does it make you feel, cherie, when I lick you, taste your lovely vagin? Do you feel hot, wet, ache for more? Do you want more? Oui, cherie, more, de plus?”
She twisted frantically under him, pulling back then arching up closer to his mouth, she cried out, “Yes…yes, please, Bai… more, I want more!”
The sight of her made him ache to push her, make her beg for more. Incited by her passionate response, he urged her on. “Mais, oui, of course, you do, ma dulce femme. And, fillette, the way you smell. Like heaven. Doux bebe, sweet baby, you smell like you taste. Mm hmm. Hot, spicy, sweet. God, yes. I can’t get enough of you!”
He murmured sweet words and kept licking her, driving his tongue just inside her folds. When she started arching up against him, he drove his tongue in deeper and deeper, thrilling when her soft moans became ragged deep groans. She buried her fingers in his hair and clasped him to her.
“Yes, Elena, do that. Show me how you like what I am doing to you. Oui? You want my tongue deeper? Like this? Licking you, sucking you, all of you? Mmm, you like that, don’t you, cherie? You are mewing like a little k
itten, a chatte en feu, a little kitten in heat.
“Elena, ma petite fille, do you have any idea how you taste here? So sweet, so spicy, so hot! Let me show you.”
Releasing her hands, he spread her puffy labia and slid two fingers inside her warm, moist heat. When she cried out, he glided back up to her mouth pressing his fingers against her lips.
“Here, ma petite cocotte, suck on my fingers, on my lips, my tongue. Suck louder, bebe. Let me hear you sucking on my fingers. Oui, like that, cherie. Have you ever tasted anything like this? And Elena, you are wet, so fucking wet. I could get drunk sucking all your juices here.”
She began to writhe under him, panting. He leaned down and whispered, “Mm hmm. Now, bebe, you are panting like a little puppy dog, un petit chiot. You need to come for me, Elena, come for me while I taste you, suck on you, yes, bebe?”
She groaned and panted harder, almost sobbing in frustration. “Oh, God, Bai. I don’t know what to do! Help me.”
“Oui, cherie, I will help you. Let me show you what to do. Do you want to come? Come all over my face, my tongue? Oui? Oui, mon amour?”
When she cried out in response, he leaned down and licked her pussy lips. He inserted two fingers up inside of her, expertly stroking her. When she shuddered and cried out, he smiled knowing he had found her erotic core. He rubbed up against her clit then covered the sensitive nub with his mouth. He sucked on it, and then bit down. Softly, then harder. She screamed and tossed her head from side to side, her hair flying wildly.
“Oh, God, oh God. Bai, help me. Don’t stop…Oh…my…God…”
“Oui, Elena. Like that, cherie. This is how you come for me. All over my tongue. Let go, mon petite amour. Come for me! Let me taste you come!”
He continued stroking that exquisitely sensitive place inside of her and kept sucking, licking her tight throbbing nub until she began bucking under him. Her breath came in sharp pants and her body quaked as her orgasm washed over her, shattering her. She screamed his name again and again in wild abandon.
