Maison Plaisir (Spirit World 1)

“Good. I love kissing your pussy. You sound very sexy when you come.”

“I do?” Her voice was small. Unsure.

“If you ask me, I really want to fuck you now. But it can wait. You don’t seem to do this very often.”

“I don’t.”

“Why not?”

“I…I don’t date.”

“Why is that?”

Belle shook her head. “It’s complicated.”

He decided not to pressure her. A shy girl like her wouldn’t open easily. He’d bide his time until she felt comfortable with him. Gaining her trust would take time. Armand rose and motioned for her to get into the tub.

She obeyed.

“Is the water too hot for you?”

“No. It’s perfect.”

“Mmm.” Armand grabbed a loofah and washed her. He took his time getting intimately acquainted with every part of her body. She sighed and moaned each time he played with her erogenous zones. By the time he finished bathing her, Armand knew exactly how she liked to be touched and pleasured. He put the loofah on the bathroom floor and decided to join her in the tub.

He wanted her to get acquainted with his body as well.

The man must’ve been a wizard of some sort. Belle was awed. His touches burnt her. His kiss seared her alive. She wasn’t usually this frisky about man-woman intimacy if she’d ever been interested since Trent’s episode, but damn, she found herself giddily anticipating what he’d do next.

Belle unconsciously cupped her breasts and immersed her body deeper until the bubbly soap levelled under her chin. Each part of her body he’d fondled felt deliciously tingly, as if he’d left his marks upon her skin, branding her with pure, tempestuous desire.

Armand calmly put his watch on the vanity before he proceeded to undress. His black jacket came off first. Then his black shirt. Belt. Shoes. Pants. Socks. When he slid his briefs down to his ankles, Belle temporarily forgot how to breathe.

He was…huge.

She was green in the naughty department, but she could appreciate a magnificent cock when she saw one. Armand’s was…very male. Long, thick and ruddy. The kind of cock whose sole purpose was to bring a woman to heaven and back in the throes of ecstasy.

A hot, dizzying spell slammed down her cranial, inciting all kinds of feelings within her. Uncertainty. Excitement. Panic. Curiosity. Lust. Definitely lust. Her pussy spasmed at the notion of having him fill her with that cock. Belle tore her gaze from the tantalising sight. New heat burned her cheeks and every vein in her body throbbed in liquid fire. She wanted him—this handsome stranger who’d promised to show her a few tricks of forbidden delights.

Armand joined her in the tub and leant on the opposite side. Water spilt to the floor because of his bulk, but he didn’t seem to care. Belle didn’t realise she was shivering until he motioned for her to come closer. Her body reacted before her mind did. She leant towards him and paused. Unsure.

Where am I supposed to sit? There’s no room…

He seemed to read her mind. “In my lap. Ever play cowgirl before?”

The neurons in her brain short-circuited. In his lap. That meant she must straddle him. And her pussy…

Armand pulled her in when she did too much thinking. Belle collapsed onto him awkwardly. Her knees scraped each side of his hips. Legs rested on the outer side of his thighs. And her sex settled on his groin. Her heart lurched to her throat when she felt his hard erection straining against her pussy lips.

God. She could feel him. Hot. Even though he was underwater. Pulsing with virility.

Her pussy buzzed with enthusiasm. It felt heavy and unfulfilled. Longing.

Armand planted one hand on one side of her hips and the other at the small of her back, drawing her closer until her breasts grazed his naked chest.

She could feel his heart pounding beneath his ribcages. Like hers, which was also pounding the same beat. Hard. Fast. And as erratic as the lust raging between them.

He leant forward and brushed his lips on the side of her jaw. “Kiss me,” he whispered in his throaty voice.