Lost In France (Firebird Trilogy) (11 page)

Still spooning with Alain from the night before, I opened my eyes to peek at the clock. It was already eight thirty. Not wanting to wake him, I gently removed the arm around my waist and snuck off to the bathroom. I slipped into the shower, closing my eyes as the warm water flowed over me.

Completely engrossed in my thoughts, I jumped as a hot body slid against mine.
“Bonjour, ma Cherie.” With agility I didn’t expect, he caught the soapy sponge I threw at him, then, dipped his head under the stream of water to kiss me on my shoulder.

“I thought I’d have a peaceful shower this morning and leave you to sleep a bit.” I laughed as he wiggled his eyebrows at me, groping at my breasts. My nipples hardened under his palm.

“Ah, shall we have breakfast in the shower?” Alain chuckled, a mischievous  grin showing how much he liked the idea.

“Alain, you are wicked.” I chuckled. Now that we finally got around to fucking, my French man wanted more. Good. So did I. I had a lot of catching up to do for all those years I hadn’t had much sex.

His splendid hardness pushed into the softness of my stomach. “And what are you going to do about this?” he asked, grinding his erection into me.

Quite unladylike, I snorted.

As if I could ignore it.

“What do you want me to do?” I teased, knowing exactly what he wanted.

Soaping up, I caressed his length with both hands. He hissed through his teeth before he bit softly into my neck. I took it as I sign that he liked what I was doing, so proceeded to cup his balls in my palms, washing them ever so gently. They’d been through a lot of
fuckery last night, and I wanted them in good working order for the day.

A loud moan in my ear brought a smile to my lips. “Enjoying your
breakfast
?” I couldn’t resist asking.
Hmm, who’s putty in my hands now?

His eyes fell closed as he leaned against the tiles. My inner tease was out to play. I rubbed my breasts against his chest and my mound against his thigh, eliciting a feral groan. Pleased at his reaction, I wanted to give him more, so I kissed his chest, licking up the water droplets. I felt the muscles under my fingers relax slightly, though his eyes were still squeezed shut tightly. 

“I’m rather famished.” I bit into his nipple—hard. He jerked as his eyes flew open. I tweaked both nipples, twisting them.

“Fuck,” he growled, as he gripped a handful of hair and pushed his tongue forcefully into my mouth. I kept fisting his cock, stroking the soapy length. He was breathing hard.
“Cherie, turn around.” His gravelly voice sounded as if he was on the edge.

I obeyed, dropping his heavy cock reluctantly.

But I could have fun with this too. With my hands against the glass, I pushed my ass out to meet him. I knew this would drive him wild.

I looked back at him, fluttering my eyelashes as I grinned.

“Like this? You want my ass?”

God, I wanted him inside.
Now
.

What I got instead, was large soapy hands rubbing over my breasts, my stomach and finally my sex. My turn to moan, I opened my legs to give him better access. His fingers found my clit and circled expertly, but I remained greedy, I wanted his cock filling me.

“Alain, more. Please.” I begged, panting. “I want you inside.”

He’d turned the tables on me. Now I was the one close to coming.

I gasped as he obliged, his thick length slipping into me from behind. He didn’t hold back. He fucked me hard and fast, his chest heaving against my back. I pushed my ass backward with every thrust, his hands squeezing my tits. He grunted like a feral animal. Wild. Sexy.

“I'm close. Come, Cherie.” His command sent me over the edge; I dropped my head back to his shoulder and screamed as an orgasm ripped through my body. “Fuck,” he grunted, as he pumped into me with vigor. 

We stood in silence as the water rinsed over us for several minutes longer, catching our breaths. My knees were weak, I could hardly stand. As if he knew, he crushed me to him with both arms. He let out a long breath as his muscles trembled against me. 

Finally he turned the taps off and stepped out of the shower, grabbing a large towel, which he held open for me. I gratefully stepped into it, allowing him to wrap it around my body and pull me to his chest. Water dripped from his hair as he kissed my lips. As rough as he’d been in the shower, so gentle was he then.  He dried me as if I would break, then, wrapped a smaller towel around my hair. Letting him pamper me, submitting completely to his care was a feeling I could get used to.

Besides, at the rate we were fucking, I was going to need all my strength to get through the rest of this day.

“Hungry?” He didn’t hide the concern in his voice.
“Omelet?”

I nodded, too exhausted to speak. 

“Ten minutes,” he said, winking as he walked away, with just a towel tied around his waist.

I dried my hair and slipped on a clean pair of silky underwear.  Not sure what he had planned for the day, I wasn’t quite sure what to wear. Anyway, ten minutes was hardly enough time to dress properly. Just slipping my satin robe over my
panty, I padded barefoot to the kitchen.

Minutes later, I gasped as I entered the kitchen. Alain was in front of the stove, wearing only an apron. His firm ass was splendid against the backdrop of the ocean. It was a sight I would never forget as long as I lived.

What did I do to get such a sexy, sexy beast? Karma was smiling at me, and I was smiling back.

I licked over my lips. He shot me a warning, his eyebrow raised.

“
What?”
I giggled nervously.

“Do you want to be fucked again—right here, right now—before even eating your omelet?” he growled, trying to sound serious.

“Breakfast first, sir…please.” I grinned cheekily. If I wanted to keep up with his pace of lovemaking, I needed to nourish my body. 

“I’ll let you off—this time,” he said, as he plated up my omelet and placed it in front of me at the kitchen counter. Ravenous, I eagerly consumed everything
.

I leaned over and placed my hand over his. “Thank you for spoiling me. I’ve never had anyone take such good care of me.”

His smile twisted my heart. “I like taking care of you. In every way.”

I blinked a few times. I was lost when he smiled at me like that. I could just fall for him completely if he kept this up. He lifted my hand to his mouth and kissed my fingertips.

I could get used to this.
For the rest of my life? Yes, certainly. What was not to love about being a kept woman?

“We’ll have coffee and croissants on the balcony,” Alain said, a husky tone to his voice as he rose to his feet to clear the plat
es. He sauntered past me, dishes in both hands. I couldn’t resist a little payback. I smacked his naked ass. Hard. Served him right for displaying it so unashamedly.

He laughed. “
Ohh, you are going to pay for that, mademoiselle.”

I liked the sound of that.

“And just how are you going to punish me?” I grinned as a few ideas came to mind, not taking my eyes off his sexy tight ass as he walked back to the kitchen. I was practically drooling.

He set the dishes on the counter and with a mischievous grin he wiggled his thick, dark brows playfully. “Don’t you worry about
that. You’ll find out soon enough.”

“Alain.
So help me god, if you wiggle those eyebrows at me again…” I loved the way he made me laugh. “Do you want to be fucked, right here, right now?” I teased, repeating his previous comment.

He emerged from behind the counter. I nearly choked when I saw his erection tenting the front of the apron.

“Now you are looking for trouble.” He smirked at me as he pulled me up from my chair and led me onto the balcony.

“Oh yeah?”
I narrowed my eyes as I challenged him.

“All in good time, mademoiselle.
I have plans for you. Plans to fuck you till you moan.”

I felt the slickness between my legs as I followed him out. My Frenchman could turn me on with just a look or a few words. I licked my lips. Just as well I was a few paces behind him and he couldn’t see my stunned face.

Yes.

Alain always kept his promises. I couldn’t wait for him to deliver.

The view from the balcony was picture perfect. The azure water sparkled as the sun hit it. I took a deep breath, the fresh ocean breeze salty on my tongue.

Alain had opened the sliding doors and set a table with pastries as Europeans do, and a pot of espresso coffee on a small burner to keep it warm. A few people were already out there, strolling along on the pristine beach. Some kids were collecting shells. A grey-haired couple looked up toward the house and waved at us. We waved back. It was hilarious; little did they know that Alain was wearing nothing but an apron, a semi hard-on and a naughty grin.

Even though I was curious as hell to find out what he meant by his comment, I squeezed my thighs together to calm the throbbing and just enjoyed the moment. I knew Alain would make his move when I least expected it. He liked spoiling me and also surprising me. I decided to just go with it.

We soaked up the fresh air, chatting leisurely and drinking far too many cups of coffee. I couldn’t resist the buttery fresh croissants which I piled high with mixed berry conserve.

As Alain emptied his last cup, I jumped up to clear the dishes. It was the least I could do.

“No. Stay. The housekeeper will be in soon,” he said, grabbing my arm as I rose to my feet. His hand disappeared beneath the opening of my dressing gown, running up and down my thigh. He grabbed my ass and pulled me roughly toward him so I was standing between his legs.

“You never did thank me properly for those earrings.”

“Last night and this morning didn’t count?” I asked, raising a brow.

“They were
very
expensive,” he said, with a mischievous glint in his eyes. “I need to be repaid in installments.”

“Oh, really?”
I teased as my fingers traced his jawline.

“So far, you’ve paid the deposit.” He laughed. “You still owe me the rest.” His cupped both breasts, lightly stroking them through the satin fabric. It was such a turn on; my nipples were erect in no time, dampness collecting between my legs. His hand snaked under my dressing gown again and found the waistband of my
panty. Gazing into my eyes, he wrapped his fingers around the elastic and yanked the flimsy fabric right off my body.

Stunned, I drew in a sharp breath. He was claiming those installments in no uncertain terms.

Pulling me to him, I straddled his lap, the satiny fabric spread open and over his legs. I leaned back as his thumb found my now familiar sweet spot, and he stroked my clit, softly and gently, all the while staring into my eyes. So intense; I wanted to close my eyes, but his gaze held mine, both of us mesmerized.

My heart beat erratically in my chest, I was sure he could hear how loud it was. Beads of perspiration covered Alain’s brow. It wasn’t from the summer heat. 

“Look at me. I want to see your eyes when you come.”

God
, that’s hot; I’ve never climaxed with open eyes before.

Liquid pooled between my legs, my body responded to this man so willingly, it was scary.

“The scent of your arousal mixed with the ocean breeze is driving my cock crazy.” He lifted my ass with both hands as I wordlessly guided his erection into me. I shuddered as he slid into me with ease, I was that wet for him. He groaned  as he filled me to the hilt. “Sweet Lord, you’re so tight,” he mumbled, his eyes wide, a fine mist covering his whole body.

“And you are such a big boy,” I breathed, pleased that he liked what he found.

The sound of voices drifted up from the beach. I remembered that people could actually see onto the balcony, but Alain was beyond caring. So, it seemed, was I. Luckily I had my back to the ocean.

My ears buzzed loudly as my heart hammered against my ribs. We were fucking where anyone could see and hear us. It turned me on beyond imagination. Just the idea that we could be discovered at any moment added another layer to our erotic encounter, turning the heat up a notch. I’d never been this adventurous before, but I loved the adrenaline rush and could get addicted.

Not that I really needed other stimulants with my insatiable Frenchman. He knew how to press my buttons and get me wet so easily.

“You want payment in installments?” My voice was husky and just a little shaky. I was out of my comfort zone, yet loving every second of it.

I licked my lips, slowly, sensuously, just to see how far I could drive him before he went over the edge. I knew it was a trigger for Alain. Was it because he imagined my lips around his cock?

He stared at my mouth. “Fuck, what are you doing to me?” he ground out, his thumb roughly caressing my lips. Sucking his thumb into my mouth, his eyes widened as I bit into his skin. The innuendo was not lost on him. “Suck harder,” he moaned, as his hips rolled. I obliged.

Payment with interest.

Moving my body up and down his thick shaft, to the rhythm of the crashing waves, I gave myself over to the pleasure tingling throughout my body. Alain’s grip on my ass tightened, his hands burning into my skin, his fingers digging deep into my flesh as he accelerated the rhythm, my ass slamming into his balls with every downward thrust.

“Fuck, so deep.” His voice was guttural now, his French aristocracy forgotten, simply reduced to primal man. His eyes were alight, the color intensified with his rising passion, nearly matching the cobalt blue of the ocean.

Holding his face, my eyes open wide, I was sucked into the whirlpool of those eyes.

“
I surrender
. Come with me.” His breathing quickened, and as he exploded deep inside me my core pulsed, milking his cock of every drop it had to offer. 

Happy and content, I leaned in for a cuddle as his arms wrapped around me.

I drew in a breath when I heard a voice from inside the apartment.

“It’s the housekeeper.” Alain laughed as I cursed.

Caught in the act.