should stay with me at my apartment
until Thursday.”
“But, I have to work all week.”
“Charles and I'll take you to work every morning and then
pick you up. Say 'oui.' You don't want me to have to sleep alone, do you?”
“I don't think you would have any trouble getting someone to
sleep with you.”
“I told you, only you have slept in my bedroom. I have never
brought anyone else there. I go to their place or a hotel, fuck and leave.”
Melissa got very quiet and turned to look out the window.
Shit! Why the fuck did I say that? I reached for her and turned her face back
towards me. “I'm sorry. I shouldn't have been so crude. That was in poor form.”
I kissed her tenderly.
“I don't want you to lie to me, but I don't need to hear
anymore about any of that. But, oui, I will stay with you.”
“Good. Pack a bag as soon as we get to your apartment and
then you’re mine tonight to do with as I please.” She smiled, and I slipped my
tongue into her mouth making her moan. “Oui, bébé. I plan to hear that moaning
from you all night.”
THROUGHOUT THE NIGHT, in between
sexy time with my gorgeous man, I kept having the same dream play out in my
head. Each time, the dream continued a little further. I’d had this reoccurring
dream before, and it was always the same. Plain and simple, it was a sex dream
and it always ended with me having an amazing orgasm in my sleep. The room was
dark. I couldn't see clearly. I could only hear sounds; jazz music playing in
the background, and a breathless conversation. I could not make out exactly
what was being said or who was saying it, but I knew the language was French.
There were two bodies twisting and moaning, entangled together. I sensed an
incredible orgasm building, only to wake with Evan's hand between my legs
caressing me in the most delicious way. I squeezed my thighs together trapping
his hand right where I want it.
“Mmmm, in a perfect world I would wake up this way every
morning,” I softly moaned in a sleepy voice.
“I heard you moaning in your sleep. I thought I could be of
some assistance. Anything for ma cherie.”
“You’ve brought my dream to life, monsieur.” I moaned.
Pushing into him wanting more, I begged softly, “I want to feel you in moi.”
Evan growled, slowly slipping inside me, and I breathlessly purred, “Oui oui
oui. Don’t stop. Sooooo good, mon cher monsieur.” I twisted and rotated my
hips, meeting his thrusts.
He groaned, “I love when you moan in French, bébé.” He
thrust faster and deeper, and I arched up into him. “You feel so good, bébé.”
Suddenly, he slowed his rhythm, intensifying the sensation of his cock sliding
in and out me.
“Evan. Pleeeease Evan. Faster.” He moved with a little more
speed. “Ooh mon dieu. I need to come, monsieur.” I panted. “Harder! Faster!
S'il vous plaît!”
His pace quickened. “Come for me, baby. Right now!” he
growled into my ear. My walls started tightening and pulsing around him. “Mmmm.
That's it. Milk my cock.” I had no problem doing exactly as I was told.
“Maybe I should stay right here all day.” Putting the back
of my hand to my forehead, I feigned a dramatic sigh, “I think I feel a fever
coming on.”
Evan started laughing, “I wish we could too, but we both
have work to do. Let's get up and shower.”
“Mmmm. I like our showers together.” I bit his lip and then
climbed out of bed.
Evan slapped me on the ass as I moved to the bathroom. He
quickly followed me. “You have become so naughty, bébé.”
After a quick shower together, I got dressed and double
checked my bags to make sure I had everything I needed to spend a few days with
Evan. I'm looking forward to four more days of hot sex with him. Ooh la la. I
couldn't imagine that that would be enough. How will I ever go without his
delicious body tangled with mine? My body constantly craved him.
I sighed as I zipped my bag shut and headed into the kitchen
to make coffee and a
until Thursday.”
“But, I have to work all week.”
“Charles and I'll take you to work every morning and then
pick you up. Say 'oui.' You don't want me to have to sleep alone, do you?”
“I don't think you would have any trouble getting someone to
sleep with you.”
“I told you, only you have slept in my bedroom. I have never
brought anyone else there. I go to their place or a hotel, fuck and leave.”
Melissa got very quiet and turned to look out the window.
Shit! Why the fuck did I say that? I reached for her and turned her face back
towards me. “I'm sorry. I shouldn't have been so crude. That was in poor form.”
I kissed her tenderly.
“I don't want you to lie to me, but I don't need to hear
anymore about any of that. But, oui, I will stay with you.”
“Good. Pack a bag as soon as we get to your apartment and
then you’re mine tonight to do with as I please.” She smiled, and I slipped my
tongue into her mouth making her moan. “Oui, bébé. I plan to hear that moaning
from you all night.”
THROUGHOUT THE NIGHT, in between
sexy time with my gorgeous man, I kept having the same dream play out in my
head. Each time, the dream continued a little further. I’d had this reoccurring
dream before, and it was always the same. Plain and simple, it was a sex dream
and it always ended with me having an amazing orgasm in my sleep. The room was
dark. I couldn't see clearly. I could only hear sounds; jazz music playing in
the background, and a breathless conversation. I could not make out exactly
what was being said or who was saying it, but I knew the language was French.
There were two bodies twisting and moaning, entangled together. I sensed an
incredible orgasm building, only to wake with Evan's hand between my legs
caressing me in the most delicious way. I squeezed my thighs together trapping
his hand right where I want it.
“Mmmm, in a perfect world I would wake up this way every
morning,” I softly moaned in a sleepy voice.
“I heard you moaning in your sleep. I thought I could be of
some assistance. Anything for ma cherie.”
“You’ve brought my dream to life, monsieur.” I moaned.
Pushing into him wanting more, I begged softly, “I want to feel you in moi.”
Evan growled, slowly slipping inside me, and I breathlessly purred, “Oui oui
oui. Don’t stop. Sooooo good, mon cher monsieur.” I twisted and rotated my
hips, meeting his thrusts.
He groaned, “I love when you moan in French, bébé.” He
thrust faster and deeper, and I arched up into him. “You feel so good, bébé.”
Suddenly, he slowed his rhythm, intensifying the sensation of his cock sliding
in and out me.
“Evan. Pleeeease Evan. Faster.” He moved with a little more
speed. “Ooh mon dieu. I need to come, monsieur.” I panted. “Harder! Faster!
S'il vous plaît!”
His pace quickened. “Come for me, baby. Right now!” he
growled into my ear. My walls started tightening and pulsing around him. “Mmmm.
That's it. Milk my cock.” I had no problem doing exactly as I was told.
“Maybe I should stay right here all day.” Putting the back
of my hand to my forehead, I feigned a dramatic sigh, “I think I feel a fever
coming on.”
Evan started laughing, “I wish we could too, but we both
have work to do. Let's get up and shower.”
“Mmmm. I like our showers together.” I bit his lip and then
climbed out of bed.
Evan slapped me on the ass as I moved to the bathroom. He
quickly followed me. “You have become so naughty, bébé.”
After a quick shower together, I got dressed and double
checked my bags to make sure I had everything I needed to spend a few days with
Evan. I'm looking forward to four more days of hot sex with him. Ooh la la. I
couldn't imagine that that would be enough. How will I ever go without his
delicious body tangled with mine? My body constantly craved him.
I sighed as I zipped my bag shut and headed into the kitchen
to make coffee and a
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