CHAPTER THREE
Annamarie
“You were holding back so you would not outdistance me,” I say.
“What makes you say that?”
“I say that because it is the truth,” I reply. “La verité.”
“I love when you speak French,” he says. “At least when I can understand it.” He smiles and adds, “I really like how you speak English. It’s almost formal but not quite.”
“Running has energized me,” I say, “and now I have to… find a way to lose some of the energy.”
He smiles even more broadly and says, “That’s what I mean. What you’re saying is correct, grammatically, I mean, but it’s a strange way to put it.”
I sigh and say, “I guess it means I cannot hint.”
“Hint? Hint at what?”
“Je veux que tu me fasses l'amour.” I look to the left and to the right and then lift my shirt up and off. His jaw drops at the sight of my breasts. “I want you to make love to me. I want to sleep with you, but I do not know how to hint in English.”
“My God,” he whispers.
This is the first time I have ever done anything like this, but I know Americans think people from Europe are carefree when it comes to sex. It makes it easier because his shock is not shock at my behavior, but shock that the girl from across the pond is really as comfortable as he has heard. I kick off my shoes and then slide my shorts and panties down to my ankles. I stand naked in front of him except for the pink socks. “Do I have the kind of body you like for sleeping with?”
He breathes out, “You’re beautiful,” and I blush and realize if we do not get started, I will shake like a leaf and maybe run away.
I step forward a bit and reach up to caress his cheek. “Do you… want me? Veux-tu me faire l'amour?”
That is the final straw, and the situation is too much for him to bear. He leans forward and kisses me while his hand moves around to the small of my back. He pulls me tightly against him and I moan as my pussy rubs against his thigh. I move my hands over his body as he kisses me, and then try to pull his shirt up. There is no way for me to do that while he kisses me and holds me so tightly to him. I give up and just hold him tightly.
I can feel his cock, hard and ready, pressing against me through his clothes. I reach down and manage to slip a hand into his shorts. I gasp against his kiss as my hand finds his shaft. He is very large. He is larger than any man I have had before but given I have had only two men before, that is not all that surprising. What is surprising is that his cock seems bigger than any I have ever seen, and that includes the men I have seen in videos online or in the magazines girls would always sneak into the boarding school dormitories.
I stroke with the limited space I have available as his tongue moves slickly over mine. With one hand on the small of my back, he moves his other down and takes hold of my ass. I want to call him Daddy but from what I understand from Candy, the relationship is very deep and personal, and it would be a lot like calling him my husband or my boyfriend. So, I speak French, “Mon homme séduisant,” I say.
“What does that mean,” he asks as one hand moves to my breast.
“Sexy man,” I say, “my sexy man.”
He lifts me up suddenly, moving his other hand to my ass. I feel almost desolate as my hand comes off his cock, but I’m thrilled with how effortlessly he lifts me. I throw my arms around his shoulders and wrap my legs around his waist. He keeps kissing me as he walks, and the movement of his body rubs against my pussy, driving me wild.
We end up in his bedroom and he drops me onto the bed. I stared up at him as he pulls off his shirt and then takes his shorts off. His cock strains against his boxers and I reach out and pull them down. A moment later, my mouth is on him, and he gasps as I suck and lick. I feel a thrill at his reaction, but he pushes me away. I am worried I have done something wrong, but he climbs on the bed and lifts me up. He is so strong! He just turns me around pulls me back down onto him so now, it’s soixante-neuf. Sixty nine.
I have never done it.
I have always wanted to. The very thought of it fills me with excitement so I hesitate, just staring at his lovely cock but then he pulls me down onto his mouth and the sensations are so perfect and overwhelming I moan loudly and get my mouth to work as well. Nobody has ever put his mouth on me, and the sensations are exquisite and powerful. What he does makes me go about sucking and licking with an eagerness and hunger I have never experienced before.
Perhaps because of the run, seeing him hard with desire for me for so long, or perhaps because he has fueled my fantasies of late, I take no time at all. I cry out, “Je vais jouir!” Then, the orgasm hits and I shout it again, “Je jouis! I’m cumming!”
He grabs tightly to my ass as he licks, but I wiggle and squirm until he lets go of me and I scramble down, straddling him and sliding my body down his cock. Facing away from him, I continue to cry out in both French and English that I’m cumming. I move my hips like a crazy person, and he reaches down and takes hold of my waist, thrusting up as I continue to move.
I am not an innocent virgin.
I do not know any girls my age who are innocent virgins in France.
Oh, we are not the sluts America thinks we are, but we are far freer about sex and sexuality.
I have had three partners and that meant perhaps a dozen times I have experienced sex.
So, now, on the thirteenth time, I finally do more than experience it. I enjoy it. In fact, I had no idea it could be this, so powerful and blissful. I moan uncontrollably as I move and try all I can to not only increase the sensations for myself but also to make things good for Dennis.
Of course, I am beyond any real thought.
The effect of his mouth and tongue still flows over my body and the feel of him deep inside of me makes the orgasm feel richer, stronger. I realize as I move that Dennis is the first man to give me an orgasm. All the others in my life have been self-delivered. The realization seems to surround me like a mist, or a cloud, and I cry out as my orgasm grows stronger, “Dennis! Oh! Oh, Dennis!”
I move my hips rapidly, and when he cries out and cums deep inside of me, I keep moving them. I move faster and faster until finally, he lifts me up and off him to escape the stimulation and I fall to the bed giggling next to him until I finally settle down in his arms, kissing his chest softly and stroking his leg and belly.