through a couple bad break ups, but I guess
you’re right. I’m not jaded yet.”
He laughs again. “Do you find me jaded?”
“Is that a trick question? I don’t know. Are you jaded?
You’re mysterious, that’s for sure. You’re kind of dark—no offense—but in a
brooding kind of way. Sometimes you seem really happy, but then you kind of
slip back inside yourself again and retreat.”
He leans back to stare at me. “You’ve observed all that
about me?”
I shrug. “I just pick up on things. I’ve probably been
studying you more than I’d like to admit.”
“You seem to know me better than I’d like to admit.”
Hmm. So I guess I've figured Luc out pretty well. I'm kind
of proud of myself.
“I guess I am jaded,” he offers, after a long pause.
“Why do you think that is?”
“Oh, Madison.” he sighs. Usually I don’t like when people
use my full name, because it sounds so formal, but I like when Luc uses it.
“That’s another story for another time. Or should I say, multiple stories? No
need to air my dirty laundry.” He nuzzles against my chest, his hand sliding
under my camisole. “Besides, I have other ideas for what we can do with our
time. No need to bore you with my depressing life stories.”
And how can I argue with that?
He slides my shirt up, and I lift my arms so he can pull it
off. He makes a sound deep in his throat when he sees my demi-cup bra, and he
swiftly unhooks it and pulls it off.
Luc looks at me like I’m some kind of Holy Grail he’s been
searching for. It’s flattering and frightening at the same time; he seems so in
awe of my body. He yanks his shirt over his head and then he’s before me in all
his glory.
I drink him in as if I'm looking at him for the first time.
I can savor him this time, and there’s no article of clothing covering up any
beautiful inch of him. He isn’t beefy and muscular, but instead, trim and
strong in all the right places. His body is powerful in a way I can’t describe.
He focuses on my breasts; taking them into his mouth and sucking
on them with unbridled desire...he's definitely a boob man. I writhe under him,
wrapping my legs around him, and trailing my nails down his back. I can’t get
enough of him, and I wildly grasp at his body. I’m still so aroused, so turned
on.
I grip him in my hands, pulling him in long strokes and I
feel him grow even harder in my grasp.
“Wait.” he chokes, and he stumbles off me and quickly
returns with a foil wrapper. He quickly unwraps the condom and rolls it down
the length of his cock.
“Is this what you want?” he asks, toying with me.
“Yes. I want it.”
He grips himself by the shaft and hovers above me, enjoying
himself.
“ Please .” I beg.
Ever so carefully, he enters me, sliding in with painstaking
slowness. He’s showing me that he’s in control. He pushes inside me with
shallow thrusts, making me moan wantonly.
Oh my gosh, I’ve never made sounds like this before.
I grab at his ass, trying to pull him deeper inside me,
wanting all of him. I need to feel all of him...
At last, he gives me what I want, thrusting deep inside me
with such force that I cry out with mingled pain and surprise. He begins to
move inside me with a combination of slow shallow thrusts and long, deep thrusts.
I give myself over to him, pushing my hips up and meeting his thrusts as he
grinds against my clit.
Nothing else exists besides Luc and I in this moment. It’s
not as frenzied as our encounter in the bathroom, but it’s hotter, more
passionate and more intimate. Luc guides me into multiple positions and I don’t
resist as he pulls me on top of him, and then spins me around so I’m riding him
in reverse.
He pushes me down to my hands and knees, entering me from
behind as he squeezes my breasts and I drop down to my elbows, which instantly
makes the penetration deeper.
I cry out with each deep thrust and I feel my body respond
to Luc, and I begin to feel a build up deep in my belly.
you’re right. I’m not jaded yet.”
He laughs again. “Do you find me jaded?”
“Is that a trick question? I don’t know. Are you jaded?
You’re mysterious, that’s for sure. You’re kind of dark—no offense—but in a
brooding kind of way. Sometimes you seem really happy, but then you kind of
slip back inside yourself again and retreat.”
He leans back to stare at me. “You’ve observed all that
about me?”
I shrug. “I just pick up on things. I’ve probably been
studying you more than I’d like to admit.”
“You seem to know me better than I’d like to admit.”
Hmm. So I guess I've figured Luc out pretty well. I'm kind
of proud of myself.
“I guess I am jaded,” he offers, after a long pause.
“Why do you think that is?”
“Oh, Madison.” he sighs. Usually I don’t like when people
use my full name, because it sounds so formal, but I like when Luc uses it.
“That’s another story for another time. Or should I say, multiple stories? No
need to air my dirty laundry.” He nuzzles against my chest, his hand sliding
under my camisole. “Besides, I have other ideas for what we can do with our
time. No need to bore you with my depressing life stories.”
And how can I argue with that?
He slides my shirt up, and I lift my arms so he can pull it
off. He makes a sound deep in his throat when he sees my demi-cup bra, and he
swiftly unhooks it and pulls it off.
Luc looks at me like I’m some kind of Holy Grail he’s been
searching for. It’s flattering and frightening at the same time; he seems so in
awe of my body. He yanks his shirt over his head and then he’s before me in all
his glory.
I drink him in as if I'm looking at him for the first time.
I can savor him this time, and there’s no article of clothing covering up any
beautiful inch of him. He isn’t beefy and muscular, but instead, trim and
strong in all the right places. His body is powerful in a way I can’t describe.
He focuses on my breasts; taking them into his mouth and sucking
on them with unbridled desire...he's definitely a boob man. I writhe under him,
wrapping my legs around him, and trailing my nails down his back. I can’t get
enough of him, and I wildly grasp at his body. I’m still so aroused, so turned
on.
I grip him in my hands, pulling him in long strokes and I
feel him grow even harder in my grasp.
“Wait.” he chokes, and he stumbles off me and quickly
returns with a foil wrapper. He quickly unwraps the condom and rolls it down
the length of his cock.
“Is this what you want?” he asks, toying with me.
“Yes. I want it.”
He grips himself by the shaft and hovers above me, enjoying
himself.
“ Please .” I beg.
Ever so carefully, he enters me, sliding in with painstaking
slowness. He’s showing me that he’s in control. He pushes inside me with
shallow thrusts, making me moan wantonly.
Oh my gosh, I’ve never made sounds like this before.
I grab at his ass, trying to pull him deeper inside me,
wanting all of him. I need to feel all of him...
At last, he gives me what I want, thrusting deep inside me
with such force that I cry out with mingled pain and surprise. He begins to
move inside me with a combination of slow shallow thrusts and long, deep thrusts.
I give myself over to him, pushing my hips up and meeting his thrusts as he
grinds against my clit.
Nothing else exists besides Luc and I in this moment. It’s
not as frenzied as our encounter in the bathroom, but it’s hotter, more
passionate and more intimate. Luc guides me into multiple positions and I don’t
resist as he pulls me on top of him, and then spins me around so I’m riding him
in reverse.
He pushes me down to my hands and knees, entering me from
behind as he squeezes my breasts and I drop down to my elbows, which instantly
makes the penetration deeper.
I cry out with each deep thrust and I feel my body respond
to Luc, and I begin to feel a build up deep in my belly.
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