Surrender To Me

My heart drops at his words, fearing the worst. Does he regret what happened? Is he just wanting a fling? Can I even do that? I already know the answer to the last one. There’s no way in hell I could ever just have a fling with Luc. I love him. I want to be with him for the rest of my life, and I never want anyone else to ever touch me. The idea of even kissing another man makes me feel sick.

His face softens as he looks at me. “Don’t look at me like that, my sweet girl. It’s nothing bad.”

Before he can explain what it is he wants to talk about, Annette bursts onto the balcony with the phone held to her ear and an excited grin on her face. She says something in fast French, and I watch the conversation between them, trying like hell to judge what’s going on by their body language. I give up and wait for them to explain.

They both turn to me as Annette switches to English.

“Oh my god, Natalie, you’re never going to believe this! My mom wants me to go to Greece with her!” She jumps up and down and gives an excited squeal. “You don’t mind, do you? I know we were going to spend the whole month together, but she’d already made reservations for the two of us before she realized you’d be coming. It’ll only be for two weeks.”

She looks at me expectantly, and all I can think about is two weeks alone with her dad, so I let out a huge grin and say, “Of course I don’t mind! Wow, Greece. You’re going to have so much fun! When do you leave?”

“She’s on her way to pick me up. I’ve got to go pack!”

She rushes off, leaving me and Luc grinning like a couple of idiots out on the beautiful balcony. My trip to Paris suddenly got a whole lot better. Annette calls for me, and I give Luc another smile before following the sound of Annette’s voice to her bedroom. It’s a beautiful room with large windows like in the living room and a big, antique looking bed.

Laying down on it, I watch her pack and try not to look too excited. It doesn’t take her long since most of her stuff was still packed from leaving America. She just adds a few more things from her room, and then her phone is buzzing.

She quickly reads the text. “She’s here!” she says, wrapping me in a big hug. “I’ll tell you all about it when I get back. I hope you have a good time while I’m gone.”

I follow her down the hall and want to laugh when she gives her dad a hug and says, “Make sure you show her a good time, Dad.” “I’ll do my best,” he says with a grin.

I give her another hug and then she’s out the door and we’re alone. I barely have time to wonder about what I should do when I feel his arms around me and his lips on mine. Everything else disappears. Nothing else exists except for him and what he’s doing to my body.

He picks me up as if I weigh nothing and presses me against the wall, sliding his tongue into my mouth and kissing me as if he’ll never be able to get enough of me. I wrap my arms around his broad shoulders, pulling him closer, running my tongue along his.

“I want you,” I say when we finally break apart. “I need you to fuck me,

Luc.”

“Not yet,” he says, but his voice is more of a growl.

He carries me to the couch and sets me down. Cupping my face, he kisses me again before looking into my eyes. “I want to taste you, Natalie. Will you let me?” As if I could ever say no to that!

I smile and start to unbutton my pants. He stops my hands and says, “Let me.”

He slowly unbuttons my pants and pulls them down like he’s unwrapping the best gift he’s ever been given and wants to savor every second of it. When my shorts are off, he kisses his way back up my leg, stopping to lick and nibble behind my knee, and by the time he’s made it back to my panties, there’s an obvious wet stain on them.

The smile he gives me when he sees it is downright sinful. Pressing his face close to my pussy, he closes his eyes and inhales. The tip of his nose traces a line along my panties as he breathes me in, making me groan at how good it feels. He murmurs something softly in French and the sound of it is like another caress along my pussy.

He looks up at me before dragging his tongue over the wet spot, following the line of it until his tongue is pressed right against my clit. I groan and run my fingers through his hair, loving how silky it feels as I dig my fingers in so he can’t leave.

Smiling, he gives my clit a kiss and then reaches up to slide my panties off. I release my death grip on his head because I want this barrier between us gone. His large hands grip my thighs, spreading me wider as he sits back and looks at me.

“You are so beautiful,” he says, and I’m surprised by how much love is in his voice. He’s looking at me like he loves me more than anything in this world.All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

I reach down and pull my shirt off before unclasping and tossing my bra aside. I’m not usually a very confident person, but I want to show him everything. I want to give him this. A smile plays on his lips as he takes in the sight of me. The ravenous look in his eyes drives me crazy, and I want him with a hunger that shocks the hell out of me.

Reaching forward, I tug on his shirt. I want to see him and feel his skin against me. He helps me by yanking it off himself, and then all I can do is stare. I’ve seen Luc without a shirt on before, but seeing him from a distance around a pool is very different from having him right in front of me.

Hesitantly, I reach my hands out, still not quite believing that I’m allowed to do this, that this gorgeous man is kneeling between my legs and about to eat my pussy for the first time and that I get to touch him. It feels too good to be true, but there’s no denying the way he’s looking at me.

With a sigh, I run my fingers over his sculpted pecs. He’s an absolute work of art, and when he leans down to kiss my thigh, I use my fingers to explore his muscled back and shoulders. Pleasure spikes through me when I feel his tongue on my inner thigh. He kisses and licks his way to where I want him most, spreading my thighs wider as he goes. I’ve never felt so exposed in my life, but instead of feeling embarrassed, I feel sexy. He makes me feel like I’m the most beautiful woman in the world, and even if I know that’s not true, I don’t care. To him, I am, and that’s all that matters.

When he’s kissed his way to my pussy, he pauses and looks up at me. “Wider, Natalie, open yourself for me, my sweet girl, let me see you. All of you.”

His voice is ragged with lust and his accent thicker, and it rolls over me like velvet, setting my whole body ablaze. Opening my knees as wide as I can, I reach down and spread my pussy for him.

He lets out a growl and a long string of French before burying his face in my pussy. The shock of feeling his mouth on me makes me gasp. I had no idea anything could feel this good. His fingers had felt so amazing, but nothing can compare to his tongue and lips. He kisses and nibbles on my pussy lips before sliding his tongue into me.

“Fuck!” I whimper, bringing my hands up to grip his strong shoulders.

He slides his hands under my ass, lifting my hips off the couch so he can have better access to me. I watch him, unable to take my eyes off the way he’s fucking me with his mouth. He watches me, smiling when I bring my hands to my tits and start to massage them.

Watching him slowly work his way to my clit, I feel like I’m a second away from exploding. As soon as he runs his tongue over my sensitive bud, I cum with a scream and arch my hips as best I can, needing him as close as possible. He grips my ass harder, holding me so I can’t move as he gently sucks and licks my clit, keeping the orgasm going until I’m panting and whimpering beneath him.

Giving my sensitive clit a rest, he focuses all his energy on licking me clean, sliding his tongue inside me to get as much of my juices as possible. By the time he’s done, I’m begging him to do it again. With a deep laugh, he brings his mouth back to my clit and gives me what I want. I lose track of how many times he makes me cum. It’s an endless orgasm that I never want to end, but I know it has to or I’ll lose my mind. No one can withstand this much pleasure for an infinite amount of time, and, as if to prove it, my body gives out. All strength leaves me and I’m just dead weight in his hands. My muscles tremble, and I don’t even have the strength to keep my eyes open.

Luc kisses my pussy gently before slowly lowering me back to the couch. He kisses his way up my stomach, running his hands along my sides and tits. Even in my delirious state, I notice my body reacting to his touch, and I give a soft moan.

His mouth latches onto my nipple, giving it a hard suck while his teeth graze my sensitive skin. I briefly wonder if someone can die from pleasure overload, but then he’s sucking on my other tit, and I can’t think about anything except how damn good it feels.

My eyes pop open when he brings his mouth to mine and I feel his thick hard cock press into me. He’s still wearing jeans, but there’s no hiding this erection. I kiss him hard, arching my hips so I can feel him better. Wrapping my legs around him, I pull him close and slide my tongue into his mouth.

The groan he lets out has me grinding against him even harder. I pull back and cup his face in my hands. I can see how much his restraint is costing him. He’s made me cum more times than I can count without getting any relief for himself. I feel a twinge of guilt when I realize how unbelievably miserable he must be.

“I’m sorry,” I whisper against his lips.

Worry immediately crosses his face, and he pulls back a bit. “For what?”

“For being a selfish ass. You’ve given me so much pleasure, but you haven’t had any.”

His face softens at my words, and he gives me a gorgeous smile. “Believe me when I say that your pleasure is mine. Making you cum is the best feeling in the world.”

I run my fingers over his cheek, feeling the stubble that’s starting to come in. I love him so much it’s almost unbearable at times, almost like it’s too much for my body to contain, like I’m going to burst from it.

“I want to taste you,” I say, “Please let me do something for you.”