Одри Карлан - February (Calendar Girl #2)

“Cold?” He asked on a grin. He knew I wasn’t, but like before, he enjoyed toying with me. I had to admit the anticipation of what he’d do next had become part of the experience, and I relished it.

I shook my head as he put my leg down. He cupped both kneecaps and butterflied my legs out. “I want to taste your beauty on my tongue.” His eyebrow quirked up almost as if he was asking permission. He waited long moments his gaze never leaving mine. He was asking permission. I licked my lips and tipped my chin. His eyes turned dark, heavy with intent. Like a jaguar, his shoulders moved into position and just as I looked down to see his beautiful body in between my legs, he struck, lightning fast. His mouth was on me and his tongue deep inside.

“Oh, God!” I roared before clinging to his head. He was not slow in his movements like I expected. Most men started off slow, tentative. Not Alec. No, he attacked my sex liked he’d never get another chance. Within, his tongue flicked delectably against every millimeter within his reach. Little bouts of electricity buzzed from my sex and outward. The scruff of his beard grated along the lips and sides of my center as he partook. The sounds he was making were animalistic, growling, groaning and humming with delight as my body bucked against his face.

Alec brought his fingers into the mix. A thumb twirled around my O-trigger while his tongue searched my heat. I slammed my hands on the bed and gripped the sheets in my fists as an orgasm coiled tight starting low at my spine and spreading out over my body like ivy crawling a fence. It coated me with its power, the very surface of my skin buzzing with the need for release.

“So divine. You are sweet, ma jolie .” he lapped at his fingers before putting them inside me and hooking them up and yanking down. “Like the finest champagne.” He lapped at the spot, and I groaned, the orgasm he’d built ready to burst. “I may never get enough. I’m going to gorge on your sweetness until I taste your cream, chérie .” His words were positively filthy, but were the bit I needed to throw me over the edge. “Ah, yes.” He tugged on my insides with fingers, lapped at my O-trigger, while my entire body tightened pleasurably into extreme nirvana.

At the height of my release, he pulled his fingers out, licked me around the tiny rosette at my backside which made me jerk and shake, then sucked at my cleft, literally drinking from me. When he was done and my orgasm had petered out, he held my legs open wider. I figured he’d climb up me and put his cock inside. At least that’s what I was hoping for, about to beg for. He had other plans.

Moving slowly up my center with his tongue he placed a finger at the tiny rosette below my slit and twirled the digit around it, gradually pressing a centimeter inside. I gasped and pulled my hips back not sure if I wanted an invasion in that dark place, but I couldn’t help the tremors of excitement that jumped through me as he touched it. Alec was an observant man. He noticed my response and as I looked down he grinned, then sunk his teeth into the flesh of his beautiful bottom lip. I wanted to do that. Frustrated in every way, I plopped my head back down. “Fuck me, Alec,” I begged and gripped at the sheets once more.

“ Non, pas encore ,” he murmured into my flesh.

I didn’t know what that meant, but I did know what encore meant in English, and I was all for that.

This time when his tongue laved, it was slow, deliberate in its movement against my sex. It was as if he was soothing the flesh, possibly memorizing it. After a while, I got impatient. My hips gyrated side to side and around as he stroked with his tongue and fingers. Without further preparation, he slid two fingers inside me. I groaned. Finally! But before I could get into the joy of having his thick fingers exactly where I wanted them, he slid out. Not for long. His tongue replaced his fingers licking inside then moving up to my hot spot. Once he touched down there, I was back on my way to another incredible orgasm.

“Fuck yes,” I lifted my hips and grabbed at his hair, forcing his face onto me. He didn’t disappoint. He took that as the need to go faster, push harder, take more. I loved every second, so far gone in my search for the second peak, I didn’t realize he had a moistened finger circling that secret place no man had ever touched until it was too late. That finger pushed down on the rosette, pressing in while he simultaneously sucked hard on my O-trigger. My hips tried to thrust into the air but Alec held them down, fucking my ass with his finger as I shook. It felt different, burning, and so insanely good I started to push into it, wanting it harder, faster.

“ Tres belle, ” he whispered and kissed my clit. He was soft with my sex but ravaging with my ass, plundering in, pushing me up the bed with each force of his hand into my body. I reveled in it, allowing him to take me in that dark way. A place no one’s ever been before. A place I didn’t even know I wanted to go until he took me there. My Frenchie.

Alec lifted up sitting on his shins but kept his hand working me over. He placed his other hand to manipulate me where I needed him most. I gasped and closed my eyes knowing he was watching me.

“ Ouvrez les yeux ,” he said, then in English he continued, “Open your eyes.” I did as he bade. His eyes were black. No hint of the tawny brown they were normally. “I like to see you. Remember your face when you’re inner beauty is brightest.”

He pushed hard into me, and I gasped then jerked my hips. He fucked me hard with his fingers and when he pinched my clit between thumb and index finger with his other hand, I took flight. Literally left the plane I was in, my body opened up, free as a bird while Alec gave me my wings.

Somewhere in my subconscious, I heard a crackling noise and the scent of rubber wafted across my nose. Alec’s hands cupped my shoulders and then he was there, pressing his length into me. The denim of his jeans scraped along my inner thighs as he thrust deep. It was like the pleasure was never going to end. I hadn’t even come down fully when he’d plowed his thick length into me. He groaned into my hair, and I clasped my limbs around his body, holding him close, loving the warmth of skin as he pressed in and out.

“Chaud, soyeux, et parfait,” he said before kissing me fully. I opened my mouth and let him enter me in all ways, joining with him the way I wanted to from the moment I saw his picture. He was hard, long, and deep inside me. I never wanted him to stop, yet I wanted him to get there more. To feel what he’d given me two times already. So, with all my might, I shifted my weight and rolled over on top of him. That’s when I worked him hard.

His hands immediately came to my hips and helped guide me up and down on his thick cock. He was magnificent like this. The muscles in his forearms tightened and strained with every thrust. A sheen of sweat built up over the bumpy highway of his abdominal muscles. I leaned down at one point and licked and sucked the flat disk of his nipple.

“ Putain oui ” he said through clenched teeth, his jaw working overtime. I nibbled and bit at his nipple until it was dark and erect then moved over to its mate and did the same. Alec’s fingers dug into my hips signaling his need to be taken harder. I lifted back up, flung my hair back behind me, and rode him…hard. Every press down I ground into his pelvis sending sparks of excitement through my sex where I clamped down using my internal muscles, giving him as good as I’d gotten.

He spoke in rapid French. I couldn’t understand any of it. He sat up, pushed with his feet until he was at the headboard. He leaned my body back and physically slid me on and off his cock. The French started back up again as he watched himself enter my body over and over. As much as I wanted this to be for him, I couldn’t help that he was winding me up again. My body was coiled tight like a snake, and he knew it, too. He leaned his mouth forward and sucked hard on my nipples making them dark red raspberries until he couldn’t take it anymore.