I stared into his eyes with nothing to say. I very much enjoyed the idea of him doing anything with my body. Playing it would be a good start.
He kissed me, twisting his tongue around mine. When he leaned away, he whispered, “What other things make you come?”
I parted my lips.
“Don’t be shy.” He nipped at my mouth. “What makes you moan, Eden?”
“Pressure. . .on my clit and…your cock sliding in and out.”
Releasing me, he groaned. “Then, that’s where we’ll start.”
When he took off his shirt, muscle gleamed in the light. I’d come several minutes ago, but I craved more. He stepped aside and gestured to the bed. “Open the present.”
A small package sat on top.
“Okay.” Shocked, I walked over to the bed.
How many presents is he going to give me? If this is what a girlfriend experience is, then I’ve really been giving myself away for nothing.
I undid the ribbon and lay it on the bed. He walked over and stood next to me. I took the top off.
A black diamond sat inside. A long platinum chain held it.
“It’s a natural black diamond. Extremely rare. A real diamond filled with dark inclusions.” Jean-Pierre took the necklace out of the box and raised it. “I want you to wear this, every time I fuck you.”
I blinked. “That…sounds good to me.”
“Je vais te baiser si bien.”
“What did you say?” I asked.
“What did you understand?”
“Something about fucking and it being good.”
“Then, you understood enough.” He lifted his hand and grabbed my chin. “It’s good that you’ve been brushing up on your French.”
How does he know? Did he have someone watching me last night?
He drew his hand down to cup my right breast and moved his thumb to slide over my nipple. I wished I could tear off the bodysuit. The bra and fabric kept me from his touch. He pinched my nipple through the thin material.
An involuntary gasp left me.
My skin tingled, just from the light pressure of his fingers.
“You’ll be safe with me.”
It didn’t matter that he’d said it. I couldn’t think of anything else but sex anyway. His presence overwhelmed. His voice rose in sensuality. “How wet are you?”
“More than I’ve ever been in my life.”
“Bien.” He moved his finger along the same nipple. My breath hitched. Those fingers taunted and teased. I didn’t ever want him to stop touching me.
He undid my body suit. “Are you happy with this arrangement?”
“No regrets.”
It fell to the ground. I stepped out of it. This moment was too good. I couldn’t fight my yearning for him to be inside of me.
“Lay down on the bed, douce sirène.”
I was too emotionally charged to deny his command.
Naked, except my heels, I crawled onto the bed.
Jean-Pierre grunted behind me. “Get on your back.”
I did.
“Play with yourself. Show me what you like.”
I bit my lip.
“Ne soyez pas timide, mon amour.”
I won’t be shy.
I opened my legs before him.
He directed his gaze to my pussy as I spread my sex for him. “Tout ce que j’ai toujours voulu dans la vie se trouve juste entre vos cuisses.”
“Tell me what you said.”
He watched me from across the room, drinking my body. He moved that gaze all over me. My breasts. My waist. My pussy. He fisted his hands at his sides. “Taste yourself.”
I slipped my hands to my mouth and licked the finger.
He groaned.
I smiled. “Tell me what you said.”
His mouth formed into a wicked curve. “I said that everything I’ve ever wanted in life, is right there between your thighs.”
Unable to help myself, I moaned and lazily blinked.
“Touch yourself some more.”
As soon as my fingertips brushed against my clit again, sparks tingled through my pussy. My senses overloaded with him.
“Hmmm.”
I closed my eyes and moved with my fingers. This was the first time I’d ever touched myself in front of another person. I’d had lovers before, but this was something else. On a higher level. The more I caressed myself, the more I sank into deep and intense sensations.
Clothes rustled.
The bed moved next to me.
Jean-Pierre whispered in my ear, “Vous êtes une sirène et je ne veux pas être libre.”
He slipped his hands over mine. I moved my hand out the way, eager to feel his fingers on my pussy. And he didn’t displease, lowering those fingers deep into my sensitive flesh.
“Oh!” I arched up.
“Too long, Eden.” He licked the curve of my neck as he fingered me. “It’s been too long of a wait.”
I gasped at the intensity of his caress and rocked my sex into his hand.
My heart boomed. My skin warmed.
“J’ai envie de toi.” Jean-Pierre slipped over me with only his boxers on. His muscular thighs spread my legs further apart.
I whispered, “Finally.”
“You have no idea, Eden.” Jean-Pierre hovered over me, resembling a Greek god sculpted by the heavens. He lowered and pressed his hard length against me.