Page 65 of My French Love Affair

I remember the way her body felt under my hands. All soft, small and warm -

Andmine, for just a second.

I grit my teeth, fingers flexing against the wet tile.

I don’t do this.

I don’t let myself get distracted. I don’t chase after women.

And I certainly don’t getobsessed.

And yet…

I inhale sharply, tilting my head back as the steaming water cascades over my skin, my free hand dragging through mywet hair as frustration burns through me.

I can still feel her.

The way she moved in my arms, the tension coiled in her muscles, resisting me just for the sake of resisting - like it was instinct, like she couldn’t help but challenge me at every turn.

Like she knewexactlywhat she was doing to me.

Fuck.

I let my hand drift lower, dragging it over the already rock-hard length of my cock. I grip myself tightly, and my body tenses. My breath hisses through clenched teeth as the image of her flashes behind my closed eyes.

Just once. Just to get it out of my system.

To getherout of my system.

My rhythm is rough but controlled, my jaw locked as I stroke myself to the thought of her.

She’d fight it at first. That’s what she does.

She’d narrow those sharp eyes, tilt her chin up at me like she thinks she’s calling the shots, like she’s got any control when it comes to this.

She’d glare. Push back.

She’d roll her eyes and act like she’s above it. Like she’s aboveme.

Andthen-

Then she’d fucking melt. Just like she did on the dance floor.

The thought alone has my fingers tightening, my breath coming faster, chest rising and falling in sync with the image burning itself into my mind.

Her body, soft and warm, molding against me despite herself. Her breath hitching when I pulled her close.

Her lips parting, just slightly - just enough for me to know that if I pushed, just a little more, she’d let me take what I want.

She’d beg for it. Beg forme.

She just doesn’t know it yet.

My pace quickens, pressure building and pleasure twisting deep in my gut. My hips buck slightly as I fuck myself even further into my fist, imagining its her tight little pussy, all wet and ready and welcoming for me.

My teeth are clenched impossibly tightly as the tension pulls tighter,tighter-

She’d be so fucking sweet once she gave in. Once she stopped pretending she didn’t want me.

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