The Temptress

by C. J. Fallowfield

  ‘Lulu,’ he groaned, closing his eyes. ‘I need you too, you have no idea how much.’

  ‘So show me,’ I dared him, reaching down to undo his button and zip, hearing a low growl leave his throat as his chest rose and fell rapidly. Suddenly he let go of my hair and I felt myself falling as he pushed me back on the bed again. He discarded his trousers and boxers in one smooth movement, as I quickly set my shaking fingers to my belt buckle, cursing as I fumbled, I was too taken with the sight in front of me to focus. This was the body of a real man, broad, hard, muscular, defined, and so, so, large. Jesus Christ, had that really fitted inside me a few hours ago? I wondered, as I stared at his massive member in awe. ‘Wait,’ I suddenly uttered. ‘We’ve already had sex, I need to shower first.’

  ‘Do not waste unnecessary time, ma belle. You will be full of me again before long, why interrupt the process with a shower.’ He kicked away his trousers and boxers, then bent down to pull off his socks as I quickly unbuttoned my shirt and extracted my arms from it. He straightened up and crawled over the bed, sliding my belt from under me, with a wicked twinkle in his eye. I gasped, thinking he was going to spank me with it, but he ordered me to hold out my wrists in front of me, raising a disapproving eyebrow as I hesitated. ‘If I was the sort of man to hurt you, do you not think I would have done so in Paris? Wrists.’

  I did as I was told and he deftly wrapped the belt around them, securing it and checking it wasn’t too tight, then pushing them up above my head onto the pillow. I could see my breasts heaving in the beautiful corset he’d purchased for me, feel his heavy erection tapping against the strip of bare skin on my stomach. He moved down the bed and gripped the side of my v-string and ripped it with a satisfying grunt, tossing it onto the floor, before returning his gaze to the apex of my thighs. I clenched my legs together, embarrassed given I was already soiled from our earlier session. He smirked and slowly circled my baby soft flesh with his fingertip, making a soft moan leave my lips. He suddenly shifted, kneeing apart my legs and sinking into me before I had a chance to object. He reached up to hold my hands as he started to move inside me, long forceful strokes, but then he’d withdraw nearly all of the way, leaving me clenching tightly to try and drag his thick crown back inside me, along with the rest of his long shaft. When he did power back in with a grunt, I’d cry out with pleasure, as if feeling so full of him was perfectly natural. It was as if he’d been carved to size, to fit me almost perfectly, but a fraction too large, to give me the sensation of that delicious stretch and God was it delicious.

  ‘Ahhh, O God,’ I whimpered, as our fingers clasped each other’s tightly.

  ‘You feel so amazing, no one ever felt so good, no one. Tell me you feel the same, that no one has ever compared.’

  ‘You know they haven’t,’ I cried as I flexed my hips to meet his, forcing him even deeper inside me.

  ‘Lulu,’ he groaned, his sexy French accent curling my toes. He started to thrust harder and faster as his lips worked against mine, his skilled tongue dipping into my mouth in time with the plunges of his cock right into my very core.

  ‘No,’ I moaned as I felt myself reacting to all the stimulation. ‘No, it’s too soon.’

  ‘Come for me, ma belle. I have plenty more to give to you, as many as you require,’ he murmured against my lips.

  ‘Oooo, yes, yes … yes.’ I nuzzled into his neck, damp from his exertions and trailed my tongue up it, delighting in the salty taste of his skin, my legs automatically lifted and wrapped around his waist, my pussy flowering for him to dive in right to his root. I cried out in a high pitched tone as my back arched, my body shuddering as my orgasm tore through me like a hurricane, no part of my body left unravaged. He groaned, released my hands and suddenly I was being lifted, as he sat back on his heels and I was back straddling his lap. I hooked my cuffed hands over his head, behind his neck, as I rode him harder and harder, climbing each peak and descending with force, his fingers bruising my buttocks as he held on tightly. He slowly moved one hand up my back, as he kissed and nibbled my throat, freeing each hook and eye on my corset until he tore it away from my body. In an instant his teeth were tugging at my nipple, a hand sliding to support my back as the other reached around to squeeze my other breast. ‘Luc,’ I moaned as he bit on my nipple, making it painfully hard, but increasing my arousal, my slickness allowing me to move faster and faster.

  ‘Ma belle,’ he murmured, as he held it tightly in his teeth and lashed at it with his tongue, his hand kneaded firmly as I exploded again, my entire body saturated with a rush of heady endorphins. ‘You are incredible, incroyable,’ he groaned. He lifted me off him, spinning me around and lying me face down on the bed, lifting my hips and penetrating me from behind. I gasped as his wide crown brushed over my g-spot and braced my forearms on the bed, keeping my chest and belly low to give him the best angle to dive into me all the way. He was grunting on every thrust as I panted, I still hadn’t got over that last orgasm and he was coaxing another one from me with alarming speed. ‘Merde, I love seeing your backside shaking as I fuck you like this, you have the most incredible body, one that makes me hard on sight. Your curves are so sexy, your breasts so full and heavy, mon Dieu, you are perfection, Lulu McQueen,’ he uttered.

  ‘Luc, please, please,’ I whimpered, not sure if I could take anymore, I was on pleasure overload.

  ‘Your body is only surpassed by that face of yours, the personification of beauty and those eyes, that see into my very soul. Come again, ma belle, come for me. I can do this all night now.’

  ‘No,’ I moaned, he was going to kill me with too many climaxes.

  ‘I need this, for years I have dreamed of this, do not deny me my satisfaction,’ he growled. I sobbed into the pillow as he rammed against my g-spot again and again, trembling as my climax dampened my thighs. He pulled out again and I collapsed onto the soft mattress below me, my head spinning. He flipped me back over, dipping down to hook his head under my restrained wrists, as he kissed his way up my body and slid into me again. I was exhausted, but my body wasn’t listening to my head, it wanted more, it wanted him. He continued to firmly thrust into me, his pubic bone rubbing against my over sensitised clit, as tears of bliss poured down my cheeks. He licked them away, whispering in French what he wanted to do to me in the morning, which involved him eating me for breakfast. ‘I need to taste your sweet juices again, suck on those puffy, wet folds and drown in you,’ he whispered.

  ‘Luc,’ I sobbed. ‘I need you, please, I need you.’

  ‘Ma belle,’ he groaned. ‘One more, give me one more, let us come together.’

  ‘You’re … amazing,’ I gasped as I mustered every last ounce of my strength to give him what he needed.

  ‘Look at me, hold my gaze, I want to see the fire in those gorgeous eyes.’

  We came together, my ears filled with the sounds of our cries, grunts and moans, our bodies slipping against each other with droplets of perspiration clinging to our skin. He collapsed on top of my quaking body, tears of happiness leeching from his eyes, mingling with mine. He rolled, taking me with him, still buried deep inside me, flexing as his warmth seeped through me. He reached behind his head to undo the belt buckle and I managed to pull my arms forward, tucking them onto his chest as I lay there trying to catch my breath, listening to his strong heart beat racing.

  ‘That was …’ he uttered and shook his head.

  ‘It was,’ I agreed as I kissed his chest. We stayed like that, taking comfort from the closeness of our bodies, listening to each other’s breathing until it had calmed down. He gently rolled me onto my back and smoothed my hair out of my face, kissing my lips again.

  ‘It was unbelievable,’ he whispered, as he gazed down into my eyes, disbelief swimming in his. ‘You see how good we are together?’

  ‘Amazingly good,’ I agreed, as I reached up and ran my fingers over his lips, feeling incredibly emotional. It didn’t help that I could see he was as well, I felt like I wanted to cry again and beg him
to never leave me, which was ridiculous.

  ‘You. Are. So. Beautiful. It’s. Hard. For. Me. To. Breathe. When. I’m. Looking. At. You,’ he murmured between soft delicate kisses all over my face.

  ‘I know the feeling,’ I whispered, managing to kiss his neck and inhale his irresistible aroma, enhanced by the smell of raw sex and sweat. He suddenly rolled off me and I heard him rummaging in his trouser pocket. He turned back to me with the happiest smile I’d ever seen him wearing. ‘What?’

  ‘I have a gift for you, I hope that you’ll like it.’ He handed me a flat square black velvet box, with Havershams 1648 embossed in silver on the front and I shot my eyes back up to him.

  ‘Luc, I … my best friend Coco works here, they don’t sell anything cheap.’

  ‘I don’t buy anything cheap,’ he quickly retorted.

  ‘It was a really lovely and very generous thought, but I can’t accept whatever’s in here,’ I replied.

  ‘You can and you will. Do not insult me by refusing any of my gifts, especially not ones that I have put thought into and that hold deep meaning to me. As my girlfriend I expect you to accept that I am a man of means, if I wish to buy you anything I will and it brings me great pleasure to do so. This is something I will do frequently, Lulu McQueen. I will not tolerate a debate and argument each time,’ he stated firmly. ‘Accept, to please me.’

  ‘I didn’t mean to insult you, I just … we’ve just started dating, we haven’t even discussed how this is going to work and you’re already going to one of the most expensive jewellers in the world to buy me gifts?’ I replied.

  ‘It will work, because we will make it work,’ he replied, caressing my face with one hand, making me lean into it and close my eyes, just so happy to feel his touch. ‘I have not spent six years dreaming of this moment, for us to give up because things may not be easy for a while. Understood?’ he demanded. I nodded and inhaled sharply, as I felt his lips press against mine for a tender kiss that nearly had me melt back into the mattress. ‘Please open your gift.’

  I opened my eyes, blinking up at him in the dim light and smiled, then quickly sat up to undo the catch on the box. I lifted the hinged lid and felt my eyes stinging as I gazed down at the most beautiful pendant, light fracturing off its bevelled edges. It was a stunning heart shaped yellow diamond surrounded by white diamonds, on a fine platinum chain. I tore my eyes away to look up at him and tried to say something, but nothing came out. I shook my head as I lost the battle to contain my emotions and tears started rolling down my face. This was a thing of beauty, he really cared for me this much?

  ‘I hope these are happy tears?’ he asked, looking confused as he reached up to wipe them away with his thumbs. I bit my lower lip and nodded. Still speechless. He reached down to take the pendant out of the box and ordered me to turn and lift my hair up, as he secured it around my neck. I looked down, to see it nestled in my cleavage. I’d never owned anything so beautiful, other than Tristan of course. A sob escaped my lips at the thought of him and Luc quickly pulled me around to face him. ‘You may think it too soon, I didn’t want to frighten you, but I need you to be clear just how precious you are to me. I chose this yellow diamond because it was the closest I could find to the beauty of your eyes, but nothing on this earth, or in this universe could surpass them, they are one of a kind, that mesmerise me. I chose this heart shape because from the moment I saw you in Paris all those years ago you captured mine. Not a day passed when you weren’t in my thoughts. Some may say that this is too fast, but I say it has taken too long, six years too long. I am in love with you, Lulu. I have been in love with the idea of you all those years we were apart, but now we have been reunited I am deeply in love with the woman I see before me.’

  ‘Luc,’ I choked, as I shook my head and put my fingers over his lips to stop him. It was too much and I felt so unworthy. He quickly removed them, kissing them before holding them tightly in his own.

  ‘Do not try and tell me how I feel. Only I can know what lies deep in my heart, what fills it, and that is you. I love you,’ he repeated sincerely, his soulful deep brown eyes searching my tearful ones as I tried to remember to breathe, while thousands of butterflies were released in my stomach. Men had said those words to me before, but never had they touched me so deeply. Never had I needed to hear them. Never had I wanted to return them. Until now. It was crazy, we hardly knew each other, yet we had a child. ‘I do not tell you this expecting you to say these words back to me, one day I hope that you will, I say them because I need to. Because I can’t not tell you that every time I see you, I fall a little harder. I have so much love inside me that it hurts to try to deny that, I no longer will. I will tell you every day for the rest of your life, multiple times a day. Je t’aime, ma belle,’ he whispered as he kissed me again. I quickly straddled his lap and threw my arms around his neck, kissing him back, frantically, needing to feel, as well as hear, his need for me.

  ‘Luc,’ I breathed against his lips.

  ‘I feel as if a weight has been lifted from my shoulders and I am happy. Don’t say anything to ruin this moment, or I will tan your backside again,’ he chuckled, as one hand supported my lower back, as his other reached up to run his fingers through my crazily messed up sex hair.

  ‘We need to talk.’

  ‘We are talking. Do you know why I brought you here tonight? Specifically here?’

  ‘No,’ I replied, shaking my head.

  ‘I wanted to tell you how I felt here, in this room, because one day, when you’re ready, I hope that this will be your bedroom too. I want you to live here with me. I will change anything that I’ve already done if you don’t like it, you could decorate it however you want, it would be our home.’

  ‘I had no idea you were so romantic,’ I sighed as I tangled my fingers in the soft silky strands of his hair.

  ‘I told you, I have many sides, all of which you, and only you, will get to see.’

  ‘It’s a lot of bedrooms for two of us,’ I suggested, testing the water, my butterflies being replaced by a feeling of nausea, as I held my breath to see what he would say.

  ‘Oui,’ he grinned, his adorable dimples coming out. ‘But I do not intend for it to be just two of us. One day we will be married and I hope to fill these rooms with lots of baby Le Grands.’

  ‘All six of the bedrooms?’ I gasped, as I gulped down some panicked gasps of air, at the thought of going through one more childbirth like Tristan’s, let alone that many, but I also felt overwhelmed with relief that he wanted children. If he’d said no, I wouldn’t have known how to handle this whole situation.

  ‘I can build an extension if you think we need more?’ he asked, looking at me with a frown. My eyes widened with horror and he burst out laughing. ‘I am joking, six will be plenty.’

  ‘How would you feel starting with just one?’ I asked, as I dropped my eyes to his chest.

  ‘I’d be happy to start now, ma belle,’ he chuckled, as he moved to start kissing my neck.

  ‘You don’t need to,’ I whispered, as I tugged at his hair to try and get him to look at me.

  ‘I may need to put in hours of practice.’

  ‘And I’m all for practice, lots and lots of practice, but … O God, Luc,’ I moaned, damn him and his perfect kisses that turned me on faster than the speed of sound. This was serious. I was trying to have a serious conversation with him. ‘Stop, please, I need to talk to you.’

  ‘Sex, then we talk.’

  ‘Luc, please, I really need to talk to you.’ I pulled my neck away from his embrace and firmly clutched his face, forcing him to look at me.

  ‘What, you look worried?’

  ‘You remember I told you that I had someone in my life already?’

  ‘Yes,’ he growled, the black pupils of his eyes darkening in anger. ‘As of now, no more. I will end it for you if you have feelings of guilt.’

  ‘You’re a very jealous man,’ I sighed, shaking my head.

  ‘But of course, no one touches what
is mine and you are mine now.’

  ‘I am yours now, I promise, but … O God, Luc, when I asked how you’d feel about starting with one child, I meant because I already have one,’ I blurted out, as fast as I could, before I could change my mind.

  ‘You what?’ He blinked at me a few times, looking hurt.

  ‘His name is Tristan, he’s the most beautiful, loving and kind little boy. He’s smart, he’s funny and he’s been my whole world for so long now.’

  ‘This is why you would only see me at night-time this weekend? Why did you not tell me? Why would you hide something this important from me?’

  ‘I didn’t know how you’d react, I didn’t even know if you liked children and this sort of thing can’t be rushed. I wasn’t going to tell you until I’d got to know you better. I’ve been so cautious with men coming into my life, Luc. The reason I had my three month, no sex dating rule, was so that I could make sure that they’d be suitable to meet him. To date he’s never seen me with a man, other than my brother and father, not one of my dates has met my expectations to be worthy enough to be in my son’s life.’

  ‘What of his father? He did not offer to marry you? He is not part of his son’s life? What kind of imbecile did you let get you pregnant?’ he bit angrily. I took another deep breath, Luc loved me, he wanted children, he deserved to know. I couldn’t protect Tristan, or myself, for ever. They had a right to know each other, even if Luc and I didn’t work out.

  ‘He’s not an imbecile and he hasn’t been in Tristan’s life because he didn’t know he had a son, because we lost contact for six years and only just found each other again. I’m looking right at him,’ I said quietly as I held his gaze. He just stared at me, occasionally blinking as his chest rose and fell, the sound of his heavy breathing like a pneumatic drill shattering the uncomfortable silence. ‘Luc? Do you understand what I’m telling you?’ I asked, as he just stared at me with wide watering eyes.

  ‘I …’ he shook his head and ran a hand through his hair.