“You don’t have to say please, Lorraine.” He threw her pants aside. “Open your legs for me.” He smiled. “Please.”
“You don’t have to say please, either.” Raine let her knees fall open.
Blaise lowered his head and inhaled. “Mmm. You smell like a meadow in Bourgogne, chérie, when the pinot noir are in bloom.” He inhaled again and licked her, slowly, from anus to clit.
She shuddered at the softness of his tongue on her wet folds. Had anything ever felt so wonderful?
“Mmm, Lorraine. Better than Bourgogne. Rich, spicy. Lusty.” He licked her again, pausing to suck her swollen bud between his lips.
She writhed, but he pushed her thighs forward, anchoring her and exposing her completely. “Your pussy is so red. So pretty.” He captured her labia between his teeth and pulled.
“God!” Blood rushed through her veins as his chuckle reverberated against her flesh.
He continued to eat her, sucking her clit until she was ready to come, and then releasing her and fucking her with his tongue. Such exquisite torture. When he lifted her hips, sliding his hands under the cheeks of her ass to bring her closer, she braced her feet and pushed her pussy as hard as she could against his lips, grinding and rubbing. She reached forward and fisted her hands in his glorious hair, forcing him farther into her heat. Fingers of fire crept from her cunt to her tummy and radiated through her arms and legs. Beads of perspiration formed on her brow and slid down her cheeks.
“You’ve got to let me come, Blaise. Please!”
“You don’t tell me please,” he rasped, and then sucked all her flesh into his mouth and tugged while his tongue lapped at her clit.
She climbed and climbed, easing toward the precipice, and when he released her ass and plunged two fingers inside her, circling them, rubbing them against her inner walls, she exploded in a rainbow of swirling sparks.
“Oh God, Blaise. That was so…so…”
“Again,” he said.
His feral blue eyes seared hers for but a second, and then his tongue began another assault. A series of white-hot orgasms shot through her. She sank farther and farther into the mattress. She unclenched her fists and let his silky hair fall around her thighs and tickle her like a soft whisper.
“No more,” she murmured, her voice a breathy puff. “Blaise, I need you. Your cock. Please.”
“You don’t tell me please,” he said again as he rained a trail of soft kisses down her inner thighs.
She groaned. Each nip sent a tingling shudder to her toes. Finally, he released her and stood. He unzipped his jeans and pushed them over his hips. Her breath caught. Big wasn’t the word to describe him. Magnificent was. Definitely. His cock was a golden red color, and it pointed toward his navel. But no, it wasn’t big. It was tremendous. God, it was going to feel good in her pussy. She imagined him filling her, stretching her, pumping into her with that beautiful cock.
He turned, opened a drawer on his bureau, and withdrew a condom. After he sheathed himself, he slowly lowered himself on top of her.
“Blaise?”
“Yes, chérie?”
“Why don’t you want me to say please?”
He pushed a few wisps of hair out of her eyes. “I don’t want you to beg me. I give myself freely to you. Because I want to. Because you want me to. Not because you beg me.”
“Oh.” His words melted into her, infusing her with a honeyed warmth.
He smiled, his blue eyes smoldering. “Will you suck me later, chérie?”
The thought of that hot cock in her mouth sent convulsions to her pussy. “I’ll suck you now if you want. I’d love to suck you.”
“No. Later. Now I have to fuck you. I can wait no longer.” He thrust into her with one smooth stroke.
“Oh!”
“Too much?”
“God, no. It’s perfect.” The hardness inside her, stretching her, felt like coming home. After being away far too long.
“Ah, oui. Perfect. You are perfect, chérie, the way your pussy holds my cock.” He pulled out and plunged into her again. “I want to fuck you all night.”