Gastien Pt 1 (25 page)

He chuckled. “I have never taken a measuring tape to it,
chèri.
I think it will do.”

“Give me your hand Gastien.” He did so and she made him make a fist. “When you hold it in your hand like this, how much of it sticks out?” she asked quietly.

Gastien was getting harder. “Ah. Well, about this much” and he indicated a good three inches. She looked surprised.

“Are you sure? Your fist is at least 4 inches. Most Frenchmen don’t sport a seven inch
bite
, a lucky few can have six, but seven? Are you over estimating? I don’t want to be disappointed later.” Her voice was silky and low.

Gastien fought for control. “
Oui
, I am sure. I am aware of what it looks like in my hand. If anything, I am under estimating. But you can measure it yourself later, if you wish. That way it will be official.” He pulled his hand back. He wanted to grab her and pull her across the table, force her to measure it with her smart mouth.

The waiter had arrived with their food. They both wondered how much he had heard, as they were so intent on their sparring that they were not aware of his approach. He showed no signs of interest, though, so perhaps he had heard nothing.

They both began to eat. Gastien was not without manners, but neither did he eat slowly. He was hungry, like usual, plus he wanted to get done and get to her bed. But Nath ate slowly. As she ate, she maintained eye contact with Gastien until he would look away. An hour and a half had passed since Gastien had wanted to order.

Gastien put down his fork. “I am full. I can’t eat another mouthful. Shall I ask for the check?” he asked hopefully.

“Oh,
non
! Please, not yet. It is my day off tomorrow. I always have dessert to celebrate. Please, Gastien, be patient with me. I so love my dessert!”

He wanted to slap her for teasing him. But what could he do? His balls now ached so badly that he thought he would lose his dinner. “Certainly,
chèri.
Go ahead. We have all night.” And you are going to wish you had not eaten so much when I get inside you. I will give you a dessert… he smiled sweetly.

She smiled back. “
Merci
. Waiter? May I please have some strawberries and cream?”

The waiter could hardly keep from laughing. That poor young man was going to be insane before Nath let him off the hook. “Certainly,
mademoiselle
.”

When the strawberries came, she offered Gastien one by plucking it from the glass, then slowly licking the whipped cream from it. As she ran her tongue across the berry, she sighed. “Oh, Gastien, you must taste this. Here. Just nibble so you can fully enjoy the flavor. Like this.” She gently nibbled on the berry while caressing it with her tongue. “You try now.”

Gastien was not going to be outdone. He captured the berry in his lips, sucking gently. He made a slight growling noise. “Oh
mon Dieu
, you are right. The juice of it is so sweet…excuse me…” He plucked the berry from his mouth. He slowly curled his tongue out and around his upper lip. “Mmmmm.” Then he took his fingers, pulled the berry apart, and stroked the middle of it with his index finger. “Right in there will be the sweetest,” he whispered. He brought it up to his mouth, letting his tongue slide along the berry’s middle.

Nath was transfixed. That tongue! That berry! She could just imagine… Nath realized she was holding her breath. She forced herself to exhale slowly.
Mon Dieu
her panties were soaked! She wondered if it went all the way through her dress. Good thing she had her coat with her. Without realizing it, she made a small mewing noise. Gastien licked the berry along the split middle again. Her lips trembled. Gastien slid the berry in his mouth, forcing himself to chew. After swallowing, he whispered, “
Chèri,
my balls ache terribly. Do you agree to be finished with this for now?”

“
Oui
, I agree, Gastien. Let me take you home with me.” He could see her pulse along her neck.

“Remember,
chèri
. The first time will be fast and furious for me. Can you handle it?” he challenged.

“Oh, I can handle it all right.” She teased, “I am just waiting to see if you overestimated your size or your performance capabilities. Most men do.”

“I am not most men, Nath.” He looked up and caught the waiter’s eye. “Check, please.”

They practically ran to Nath’s place, which was not all that far. She had a large apartment there in a chic area of the 6
th
, above an elegant dress shop. Gastien thought he would bust off his
bite
walking there, but it managed to stay in one piece as they climbed the stairs. Not a word was spoken. She turned the key, opened the door, and then stepped aside to allow him to enter. She reached toward the gas light on the wall. Gastien stopped her. “Leave it.”

“Don’t you want to see me naked?” she purred.

“Later. Right now I am done waiting. Either pull off your under thing and lift your skirt, or I am going to ruin your dress by ripping it off of you.”

“But – “

“I mean it. Lift your skirt.” He advanced on her. She quickly lifted her skirt, moving her tap pants to one side between her legs. As she did so, Gastien undid his pants. His cock was more than ready. Even in the dark, it looked like he had underestimated. Nath gasped.

“
Mon Dieu
! Gastien, your
bite
– “

He silenced her with his mouth. As he fiercely ate her mouth he lifted her off the ground. Gastien planted her back against the door. “Wrap your legs around my waist,” he commanded.

“But the bedroom is – “

“JUST DO IT!” he snapped. She immediately did so. He reared back his hips and then slid in.

 “Ohhhhhhh,” she panted. “Ohhhhhh,
ouiiiiii
.” He covered her mouth with his again, taking her savagely. His hands were holding her ass so tightly that there would be marks later. Gastien buried his face in her hair.

“Oh, Nath!” he gasped. “
Oh, oui, Nath
…
ma bite est en feu pour toi
! A few seconds later, he cried, “
Je ne peux plus me retenir, et– OH
AHHHHH!” Gastien thought he was going to pass out as he hit the top of his climax. Nath held on for dear life. As Gastien came back to the real world, he softened his grip on her backside. As he pulled out, she untwined her legs. Her nipples were fully erect through her dress. Nathalie looked like a wild woman.

“Oh,
chèri
. I told you it would be too quick the first time,” he apologized. “I apologize, but it was so, soooo good for me. I will make it up to you within just a little while, I promise. It has simply been too long!”

Her legs felt weak. She smiled up at him. “It was fast, but don’t worry about any disappointment. I came as soon as you slid it all the way in. I came hard! You did not hear me, as you were too busy with your own need at the time.
Mon Dieu
! I thought I was passing out!”

“Me too, Nath!” They both burst out laughing.

“Well,” she managed, “we make a good couple for sex, of that there is no doubt. Let me grab us a bottle of
vin
to quench our thirst later. Then, let’s get in the bedroom. I want to see all of you naked, and I can’t wait to show you me.”

Gastien raised a brow. “You are that sure of your loveliness?”

“Every bit as sure as you are about your capabilities.”

“Well, then I have a lot to look forward to. Lead the way. I want to watch you undress first.”

“Say
s’il vous plait,
Gastien.”

“Nath!“ he warned. She looked up at him and gently pulled his face to hers, kissing him tenderly.

Gastien sighed. “
S’il vous plait.
”

She led the way to her
boudoir
. The bed was high, with rich draping around it. Her bedding was satin. Gastien had never seen a bed that sensuous. He chose to sit on a dark red velvet chaise lounge to watch Nath undress. He could stretch out there, fully appreciating the show.

Nath lit the gas lights, slowly turning to face Gastien. She removed her dress by undoing one button at a time. There were many buttons down the front. Gastien noticed they were tiny little buttons, covered in silk. He knew it was a good thing he was not undressing her, because he would have probably ripped them right off. They looked hard to manipulate. She let the top fall around her waist, smiling into his eyes. He smiled back, dropping his eyes to watch what happened next.

As Nath stepped out of the skirt, Gastien’s heart raced. She had on the most elegant underclothing he had ever seen. It was pure silk, a candlelight color. It was not lacey, as she was not a frilly woman. It was sleek, sinuous. He cleared his throat, surprised when his voice quivered. “Nath. Please come over here. I want to feel the silk against your skin.”

She moved closer to let him slide his hands along the rich fabric. It felt so cool to his touch, yet made him so very, very hot. That contrast itself was extremely sexy. He tried to pull her close, but she stepped gracefully away. As she slowly removed the top and then the bottom of the lingerie, stepping out of them, he was transfixed with the beauty of her body. Sweet Jesus, she was lovely! Never had Gastien imagined that a woman could look so perfect. She could be a sculpture in a museum, he thought, she is physically perfect. The look of her screams of class. Gastien felt like he would dirty her.

Then, she looked at him in a way that let him know that he was definitely what she wanted. He did not have to worry that he was not clean enough, or rich enough, or suave enough. He whispered, “You are beautiful, Nath. Absolutely, completely, beautiful.”

Her soft laughter tinkled in the stillness of the night. She moved over to the bed, where she pulled down the heavy red satin cover, revealing satin sheets that matched her lingerie. She climbed up the bed steps, finally sliding gracefully between the sheets. Looking over at him, she said softly, “My turn, Gastien. My turn to watch, while you undress.”

Gastien suddenly felt shy. He wondered, how does a man get his boots and trousers, his underwear off gracefully? Well, damn it, he was a man. She would just have to know he was not used to being watched while he undressed. Just the same, he decided to take off his boots and socks while seated so that he did not have to jump around like a lunatic during the process. He stared into her eyes, slowly reaching down to take them off. He let each boot hit the wooden floor with a determined thud. Gastien pulled his socks off slowly, leaning his head back, looking down at her in heat. Neither of them could break the stare.

Gastien stood, removed his sweater, and then unbuttoned his shirt. His fingers felt twice the size as they should have, but he managed without too much difficulty. Then he let it slide off his arms onto the floor.

“You have a beautiful chest, Gastien. Your chest and your arms, they are quite muscular. It makes me want to run my hands all over you.”

He smiled at her. “Lots of farm work growing up, Nath. Muscles get developed, I guess. You will get your chance to touch. Be patient.”

As he unbuttoned his trousers, sliding them down, he realized he would need to get his feet out somehow. Damn it! Why did men have clothes that were so hard to get out of without assuming clumsy positions? He decided to try to lift one leg at a time and pull. Gastien lost his balance. He ended up jumping around like a lunatic anyway.

Nathalie tried not to laugh, but he looked so ridiculous jumping around…then their eyes met again. They both burst out laughing.

“Nath, I am a man. I am not very good at this I guess.”

“You were doing fine, chére. Sit down on the chaise to take them off.”

He did so, rising from the seat to stand again. Blushing, he admitted, “I have fenced for years, but one would never know it with that show of grace.”

“Ah, the national pastime of French males! Foil or
épée
?” Nath asked. That also must have helped build his fine physique.

“Foil and sabre for balance and quickness.
Épée
for strength and endurance. As you can see, the practice for balance fully paid off tonight.”

Nath laughed kindly. “You are nervous about being watched while undressing. That is normal.” She changed the subject to help him forget his clumsiness. “You must have a distinct advantage in fencing with your size. You are quite tall.”

“I am 5’ 10”. I guess that is quite tall for a man. It does pay off when thrusting.”

“Hmmmm…we will see in just a little while,” she said, eyes sparkling.

“Well, not in that kind of thrusting, I meant in….oh, hell, I am rambling. Just let me finish undressing!”

 As he lowered his underwear, he turned his back to her. “The scars…I want you to see them. They were a birthday present from my father on my sixteenth birthday. End of subject. We can move on, all right?” he implored tensely.

“
Oui
, we can move on. The scars are a thing of the past, Gastien. Show me what you have for me in the present.“

He stepped out of his undershorts. The hair on his chest was dark and full. It extended vertically in a thick line down the stomach to his pubic area. That area was plush with more dark hair as were the very upper tops and insides of his thighs. He was fully erect again and walked over to the bed. She reached out to take him into her hand.

Stroking the length, she said huskily, “You are a very handsome man, Gastien. Extremely well built, very masculine. It appears you lied to me, though. I do believe you are longer than you told me in the restaurant. This has to be at least eight inches long!”

“Well, I did not want to disappoint you,” he said, as he played with her hair.

“There is no chance for that. Come to bed, darling.”

He slid in beside her. The feel of the satin sheets was unlike anything he had ever experienced against his naked body. He wanted to just move around in them for hours. Instead he lifted himself up on one elbow. “Nath? I know we don’t know each other well, yet I think I can trust you to be a good friend and a great sex partner.”