Mr. Masters (Mr. 1)
Translation: I wish you could blow in my mouth. If I was really your wife, I would drink it down.
He shakes his head and smiles sexily down at me as he pushes the hair back from my forehead. “Fuck, moi aussi. Vous souffl ez mon putain de l'esprit ici,” he whispers through his blanket-thick
arousal.
Translation: Fuck, so do I. You are blowing my fucking mind here.
I smile as I flick my tongue over the end of him. His knees are on either side of my head, and his body is moving fluently so he slides in and out of my mouth. His dark eyes watch me struggle to take him fully.
This man has the body of a god and the mind of an angel.
I am in Heaven.
“Je dois te goûter.”
Translation: I need to taste you.
He growls as he pulls out of my mouth and drops between my legs, his tongue swiping through my swollen flesh.
Fuck. My knees try to close as I struggle to gain control of the
sensory overload. He pushes them back to the mattress aggressively as his tongue really takes charge, licking and tasting all that I am.
“How do I taste?” I whisper as my hands drop to the back of his head.
He groans into me as his eyes close in pleasure. His tongue circles and swipes, and I feel myself start to quiver. Oh God, it’s been too long. I’m going to come already.
“Come,” he breathes into me. “I want you to come on my tongue. Give me some cream, Bloss Bomb.”
Holy fuck, this guy is frying my brain. He bites my clitoris and I shudder into him and he groans in pleasure. I grab the back of his head to try and still him.
“Stop,” I pant, this is too much. I am too sensitive. He sucks deeper and his eyes roll back in his head. “You are one hot fuck.” He growls as he laps it all up. He climbs up and over me and slides home in one swift movement.
I frown at the ceiling as my hand runs through his messy curls. I can hardly breathe. He’s so big.
He leans back on his knees and holds my legs in the air as his eyes drop to my sex and he watches my body struggle to take
his large muscle. His thumb gently circles over my clitoris, knowing full well that will release me and allow his entry.
He’s experienced and he knows how to loosen a woman straight up. I watch him as I pant, somewhere in between disbelief, denial, and utter ecstasy. I didn’t know that sex could be like this. I haven’t had this before. I thought I’d had good sex… but now I’ve had this... I realize not.
He gently kisses my ankle next to his ear, and he smiles sexily down at me. My eyes hold his for an extended moment and a frown crosses his face as I hold my breath. His hand gently brushes my hair from my face, his thumb running over my bottom lip
God. I close my eyes to block him out. This fucking guy isridiculous. “Regarde moi,” he whispers.
Translation: Look at me.
I force my eyes to open and drag them up to meet his. “Vous êtes la plus belle femme putain j'ai jamais été avec,” he
whispers softly. Translation: You are the most beautiful fucking woman I have ever been with.
He drops his body to mine, and his lips dust mine with reverence. We kiss for an extended time, as if forgetting that he’s still inside mine. An intimacy that is as beautiful as it is petrifying. Slow, gentle, and tender.
Stop it. You don’t even know him and this is a one- night stand.
“Cesser d'être molle et baise-moi,” I whisper.
Translation: Stop being mushy and fuck me.