The Temptress (34 page)

‘Making love, not “the making of the love,”’ I
giggled, as I propped myself up on my elbows and shook my hair behind my
shoulders. ‘Though it sounds as sexy as hell the way you say it, so actually
yes, let’s stick with
the making of the love
,’ I teased, doing my best
to mimic his strong, yet soft and delicious accent.

‘You mock me!’ he scowled, his smiling lips
betraying his teasing, as I heard him kicking off his shoes.

‘Moi? Non, monsieur!’

‘Tu parle un peau français, eh?’

‘Juste un peu,’ I replied, indicating with my
fingers that I spoke a small amount of French. I actually spoke it quite well,
every night after dinner Tristan and I would practice, I wanted him fluent
given he was half-French. I swallowed hard, suddenly overtaken with an
overwhelming bout of guilt that his father was right in front of me, totally
unaware of the existence of his son.

‘What’s wrong?’ Luc asked, genuine concern
settling on his face as he unbuttoned his shirt. I shook my head and took a
deep breath as he shrugged his shirt off, the sight of his magnificent body
blinding me to everything else that was going on. I’d never seen anyone built
like Luc, such a masculine broad chest, high firm pecs, abs that would rival
the ridges of the Pyrenees and
Jesus
, that dip over his hip bones and
the faint smattering of hair from his navel down to that erection. The rush of
arousal between my thighs had the rest of my body feeling seriously dehydrated.
He reached down and grabbed my hand, yanking me back up against him, wrapping
my hair around his fist and pulling to tilt my face up to his. ‘No lies. What’s
wrong?’

‘You … you take my breath away,’ I whimpered,
delighting in grasping his strong bare rounded biceps, all thoughts of his
wife, of dilemmas, of guilt suddenly pushed to the back of my mind. I was right
here in the zone, the steaming Luc Le Grand zone and I was liable to get a
parking fine for exceeding my allocated stay. ‘Talk after, make love to me
first. I need you, Luc
, so badly.
’

‘Lulu,’ he groaned, closing his eyes. ‘I need
you too, you have no idea how much.’

‘So show me,’ I dared him, reaching down to
undo his button and zip, hearing a low growl leave his throat as his chest rose
and fell rapidly. Suddenly he let go of my hair and I felt myself falling as he
pushed me back on the bed again. He discarded his trousers and boxers in one
smooth movement, as I quickly set my shaking fingers to my belt buckle, cursing
as I fumbled, I was too taken with the sight in front of me to focus. This was
the body of a real man, broad, hard, muscular, defined, and so,
so
,
large.
Jesus Christ
,
had that really fitted inside me a few hours
ago?
I wondered, as I stared at his massive member in awe. ‘Wait,’ I
suddenly uttered. ‘We’ve already had sex, I need to shower first.’

‘Do not waste unnecessary time, ma belle. You
will be full of me again before long, why interrupt the process with a shower.’
He kicked away his trousers and boxers, then bent down to pull off his socks as
I quickly unbuttoned my shirt and extracted my arms from it. He straightened up
and crawled over the bed, sliding my belt from under me, with a wicked twinkle
in his eye. I gasped, thinking he was going to spank me with it, but he ordered
me to hold out my wrists in front of me, raising a disapproving eyebrow as I
hesitated. ‘If I was the sort of man to hurt you, do you not think I would have
done so in Paris? Wrists.’

I did as I was told and he deftly wrapped the
belt around them, securing it and checking it wasn’t too tight, then pushing
them up above my head onto the pillow. I could see my breasts heaving in the
beautiful corset he’d purchased for me, feel his heavy erection tapping against
the strip of bare skin on my stomach. He moved down the bed and gripped the
side of my v-string and ripped it with a satisfying grunt, tossing it onto the
floor, before returning his gaze to the apex of my thighs. I clenched my legs
together, embarrassed given I was already soiled from our earlier session. He
smirked and slowly circled my baby soft flesh with his fingertip, making a soft
moan leave my lips. He suddenly shifted, kneeing apart my legs and sinking into
me before I had a chance to object. He reached up to hold my hands as he started
to move inside me, long forceful strokes, but then he’d withdraw nearly all of
the way, leaving me clenching tightly to try and drag his thick crown back
inside me, along with the rest of his long shaft. When he did power back in
with a grunt, I’d cry out with pleasure, as if feeling so full of him was
perfectly natural. It was as if he’d been carved to size, to fit me almost perfectly,
but a fraction too large, to give me the sensation of that delicious stretch
and
God
was it delicious.

‘Ahhh, O God,’ I whimpered, as our fingers
clasped each other’s tightly.

‘You feel so amazing, no one ever felt so good,
no one. Tell me you feel the same, that no one has ever compared.’

‘You know they haven’t,’ I cried as I flexed my
hips to meet his, forcing him even deeper inside me.

‘
Lulu,
’ he groaned, his sexy French
accent curling my toes. He started to thrust harder and faster as his lips
worked against mine, his skilled tongue dipping into my mouth in time with the
plunges of his cock right into my very core.

‘No,’ I moaned as I felt myself reacting to all
the stimulation. ‘No, it’s too soon.’

‘Come for me, ma belle. I have plenty more to
give to you, as many as you require,’ he murmured against my lips.

‘Oooo, yes, yes …
yes
.’ I nuzzled into
his neck, damp from his exertions and trailed my tongue up it, delighting in
the salty taste of his skin, my legs automatically lifted and wrapped around
his waist, my pussy flowering for him to dive in right to his root. I cried out
in a high pitched tone as my back arched, my body shuddering as my orgasm tore
through me like a hurricane, no part of my body left unravaged. He groaned,
released my hands and suddenly I was being lifted, as he sat back on his heels
and I was back straddling his lap. I hooked my cuffed hands over his head,
behind his neck, as I rode him harder and harder, climbing each peak and
descending with force, his fingers bruising my buttocks as he held on tightly. He
slowly moved one hand up my back, as he kissed and nibbled my throat, freeing
each hook and eye on my corset until he tore it away from my body. In an
instant his teeth were tugging at my nipple, a hand sliding to support my back
as the other reached around to squeeze my other breast. ‘
Luc
,’ I moaned
as he bit on my nipple, making it painfully hard, but increasing my arousal, my
slickness allowing me to move faster and faster.

‘Ma belle,’ he murmured, as he held it tightly
in his teeth and lashed at it with his tongue, his hand kneaded firmly as I
exploded again, my entire body saturated with a rush of heady endorphins. ‘You
are incredible, incroyable,’ he groaned. He lifted me off him, spinning me
around and lying me face down on the bed, lifting my hips and penetrating me
from behind. I gasped as his wide crown brushed over my g-spot and braced my
forearms on the bed, keeping my chest and belly low to give him the best angle
to dive into me all the way. He was grunting on every thrust as I panted, I
still hadn’t got over that last orgasm and he was coaxing another one from me
with alarming speed. ‘Merde, I love seeing your backside shaking as I fuck you
like this, you have the most incredible body, one that makes me hard on sight.
Your curves are so sexy, your breasts so full and heavy, mon Dieu, you are perfection,
Lulu McQueen,’ he uttered.

‘Luc, please, please,’ I whimpered, not sure if
I could take anymore, I was on pleasure overload.

‘Your body is only surpassed by that face of
yours, the personification of beauty and those eyes, that see into my very soul.
Come again, ma belle, come for me. I can do this all night now.’

‘No,’ I moaned, he was going to kill me with
too many climaxes.

‘I need this, for years I have dreamed of this,
do not deny me my satisfaction,’ he growled. I sobbed into the pillow as he rammed
against my g-spot again and again, trembling as my climax dampened my thighs.
He pulled out again and I collapsed onto the soft mattress below me, my head
spinning. He flipped me back over, dipping down to hook his head under my restrained
wrists, as he kissed his way up my body and slid into me again. I was
exhausted, but my body wasn’t listening to my head, it wanted more, it wanted
him. He continued to firmly thrust into me, his pubic bone rubbing against my
over sensitised clit, as tears of bliss poured down my cheeks. He licked them
away, whispering in French what he wanted to do to me in the morning, which
involved him eating me for breakfast. ‘I need to taste your sweet juices again,
suck on those puffy, wet folds and drown in you,’ he whispered.

‘Luc,’ I sobbed. ‘I need you, please, I
need
you
.’

‘Ma belle,’ he groaned. ‘One more, give me one
more, let us come together.’

‘You’re … amazing,’ I gasped as I mustered
every last ounce of my strength to give him what he needed.

‘Look at me, hold my gaze, I want to see the
fire in those gorgeous eyes.’

We came together, my ears filled with the
sounds of our cries, grunts and moans, our bodies slipping against each other
with droplets of perspiration clinging to our skin. He collapsed on top of my
quaking body, tears of happiness leeching from his eyes, mingling with mine. He
rolled, taking me with him, still buried deep inside me, flexing as his warmth
seeped through me. He reached behind his head to undo the belt buckle and I
managed to pull my arms forward, tucking them onto his chest as I lay there trying
to catch my breath, listening to his strong heart beat racing.

‘That was …’ he uttered and shook his head.

‘It was,’ I agreed as I kissed his chest. We
stayed like that, taking comfort from the closeness of our bodies, listening to
each other’s breathing until it had calmed down. He gently rolled me onto my
back and smoothed my hair out of my face, kissing my lips again.

‘It was unbelievable,’ he whispered, as he
gazed down into my eyes, disbelief swimming in his. ‘You see how good we are
together?’

‘Amazingly good,’ I agreed, as I reached up and
ran my fingers over his lips, feeling incredibly emotional. It didn’t help that
I could see he was as well, I felt like I wanted to cry again and beg him to
never leave me, which was ridiculous.

‘You. Are. So. Beautiful. It’s. Hard. For. Me.
To. Breathe. When. I’m. Looking. At. You,’ he murmured between soft delicate kisses
all over my face.

‘I know the feeling,’ I whispered, managing to
kiss his neck and inhale his irresistible aroma, enhanced by the smell of raw sex
and sweat. He suddenly rolled off me and I heard him rummaging in his trouser
pocket. He turned back to me with the happiest smile I’d ever seen him wearing.
‘What?’

‘I have a gift for you, I hope that you’ll like
it.’ He handed me a flat square black velvet box, with
Havershams 1648
embossed in silver on the front and I shot my eyes back up to him.

‘Luc, I … my best friend Coco works here, they
don’t sell anything cheap.’

‘I don’t buy anything cheap,’ he quickly
retorted.

‘It was a really lovely and
very
generous thought, but I can’t accept whatever’s in here,’ I replied.

‘You can and you will. Do not insult me by
refusing any of my gifts, especially not ones that I have put thought into and
that hold deep meaning to me. As my girlfriend I expect you to accept that I am
a man of means, if I wish to buy you anything I will and it brings me great
pleasure to do so. This is something I will do frequently, Lulu McQueen. I will
not tolerate a debate and argument each time,’ he stated firmly. ‘Accept, to
please me.’

‘I didn’t mean to insult you, I just … we’ve
just started dating, we haven’t even discussed how this is going to work and
you’re already going to one of the most expensive jewellers in the world to buy
me gifts?’ I replied.

‘It will work, because we will make it work,’
he replied, caressing my face with one hand, making me lean into it and close
my eyes, just so happy to feel his touch. ‘I have not spent six years dreaming
of this moment, for us to give up because things may not be easy for a while.
Understood?’ he demanded. I nodded and inhaled sharply, as I felt his lips
press against mine for a tender kiss that nearly had me melt back into the
mattress. ‘Please open your gift.’

I opened my eyes, blinking up at him in the dim
light and smiled, then quickly sat up to undo the catch on the box. I lifted
the hinged lid and felt my eyes stinging as I gazed down at the most beautiful
pendant, light fracturing off its bevelled edges. It was a stunning heart
shaped yellow diamond surrounded by white diamonds, on a fine platinum chain. I
tore my eyes away to look up at him and tried to say something, but nothing
came out. I shook my head as I lost the battle to contain my emotions and tears
started rolling down my face. This was a thing of beauty, he really cared for
me this much?

‘I hope these are happy tears?’ he asked,
looking confused as he reached up to wipe them away with his thumbs. I bit my
lower lip and nodded. Still speechless. He reached down to take the pendant out
of the box and ordered me to turn and lift my hair up, as he secured it around
my neck. I looked down, to see it nestled in my cleavage. I’d never owned
anything so beautiful, other than Tristan of course. A sob escaped my lips at
the thought of him and Luc quickly pulled me around to face him. ‘You may think
it too soon, I didn’t want to frighten you, but I need you to be clear just how
precious you are to me. I chose this yellow diamond because it was the closest
I could find to the beauty of your eyes, but nothing on this earth, or in this
universe could surpass them, they are one of a kind, that mesmerise me. I chose
this heart shape because from the moment I saw you in Paris all those years ago
you captured mine. Not a day passed when you weren’t in my thoughts. Some may
say that this is too fast, but I say it has taken too long, six years too long.
I am in love with you, Lulu. I have been in love with the idea of you all those
years we were apart, but now we have been reunited I am deeply in love with the
woman I see before me.’