Chapter 35
A Sensual Rhapsody
Jean-Pierre
She chose me.
That was all I could think about as I fucked her. Regardless of how she felt about my dealing with her aunt or even the things I’d done in these past three years, she’d decided to give me a chance.
That was all I wanted from the beginning.
A chance.
A moment to talk to her.
To make her smile.
Maybe laugh.
A moment to look into her eyes.
Celina had made me work for that damn moment. I’d won, and now it appeared that I had many more moments to come.
Eden had asked me why it was her. I could’ve spent days giving her the reasons. All I’d had for her was short summaries of the things that I’d pondered in my heart.
She was sweet. Talented. She played better than me. Unlike any woman, she surprised me, showing me new things and dragging me onto new adventures. The three years of war had been worth it.
But none of it mattered, she’d won my heart long ago, when she played Belladonna on the stage.
And she will forever have my heart.
Slipping my cock in and out of her, all I could do was praise the highest above. The view of her ass was amazing. The feel of her pussy hugged around my cock blew my mind.
There would be no other woman in my life.
And I would kill any man that tried to touch her.
And so I whispered more of the reasons why I was obsessed with her in French. I told her how I spend many nights dreaming about her eyes.
“Tes yeux, j’en rêve jour et nuit.”
I confessed that I wanted to spend the rest of my life with her.
“Je veux passer ma vie avec toi.”
And I continued to tell her how much I need her. The urge burned in my veins. Already, I could feel it threatening to destroy me, if I didn’t open up and embrace the need. My desire was hers. My craving. My hunger. My obsession. My addiction.
It was all hers.
And so I set out to own her. She balanced in that swing, left to my control. Finally, she was all mine. Her thighs were spread out. Her wet pussy lay bare to me. I shoved my cock in that tight, moist tunnel and felt more alive than I’d ever been before.
So delicious. So hot. So perfect. Those full round breasts. That fat round ass. Every muscle under her soft flesh intrigued me. Skin so perfect. Smooth. Taut. Sculpted.
How I wished I could keep her legs spread like this for the rest of my life. They formed a sensual V, and I thrust right in the center. My balls brushed against her clit with each pump, drawing more moans.
Unable to help myself, I grabbed her long curly hair, tugging at the length.
“Oh, Jean-Pierre,” she gasped. “I could never walk away from you.”
I grunted. So many words came to mind. So many responses, but all I could do was fall into her and cover my body with her scent.
I slowed my rhythm, needing her to truly hear me. “Are you ready to be with me? The true me?”
With no hesitation, she moaned, “Yes.”
Somehow, she found the momentum of the swing, rocking her ass into my cock.
“Fuck.” I gripped her hips and helped her with the new tempo. My cock drove deeper into her, shattering both of us.
In and out.
In and out.
Our rhythm pushed harder and harder.
We played our bodies together. The room responded, joining the melody. The cords on the swing clinked. My grunts shifted to heavy panting. Eden’s moans rose in the air and lost control. And the whole time our bodies sang a sweet, sensual rhapsody. Episodic and free-flowing. Inside of her pussy, I saw color and heard notes that one couldn’t play on any instrument.
My orgasm mounted, ready to explode, right as she shrieked, “I’m coming.”
Oh, come for me
“Come for me, Mon amour.” I reached around her hips and rubbed her clit right as I buried my cock deeper. “You feel so fucking good. So tight and warm, and all mine.”
“Oh!”
I ground into her center, clenching my hips and rubbing her clit faster with my thumb. With every sweet circle, that throbbing bud flicked against my hand and she groaned.
“You play Belladonna for me,” I whispered and flicked her clit some more. “And I will play your body, mon amour.”
I went silent in the next moment, feeling how close I was getting. Thrusting hard, I focused on giving her what we both needed. Connection. Release. Our bodies’ warmth. In the end, the true pleasure of sex never came from sex. It came from the journey and the senses of that moment.
And in that moment, I fucked her rough and deep, strumming that clit. I relished her body.
“Oh, Jean-Pierre.” She rode the waves of her rising orgasm. Groaning, I watched as her ass jiggled and my cock disappeared and reappeared inside of her.