Page 25 of Rosé with My Fake Fiancé
Luc
I leadTessa quickly through the entrance to my apartment building, eager to get her naked and taste her. We’d made out in front of the club until our driver honked and then moved to the backseat.
I guide her into my apartment. My mouth finds hers again as the door snicks shut. Now that we aren’t in public, I can’t help myself. My hands rove her body, the tight dress and her luscious curves; my kisses wander down, and then I’m on my knees, Tessa’s back against the door, her eyes shadowed by the overhead light.
Tessa closes her eyes, and her head lolls back. With my nose this close to the hem of her dress, I can smell her desire. My senses are full of Tessa.
As if she reads my thoughts, Tessa looks down. “Do you want me to shower first?” she asks, breathless, in English now, and I love the idea that I’ve wiped a whole second language out of her head.
“Can you wait? Can you wait to have my mouth on your cunt and my tongue torturing you?” I ask, my breath skating over her skin and her stomach twitching underneath my hands. I speak in French, wanting to talk to her in my native tongue, too.
She closes her eyes again, and I hear a thunk as her head hits the door. “No,” she whispers.
My hands are quick, shoving her hem up to her waist. Her underwear is a simple thong that I can’t take my eyes off of while my hands are on autopilot getting her shoes off.
I press my head to her stomach and just breathe in. I slide my palms up both legs, feeling the excitement that tremors just under her skin. My hands stop at her ass, squeezing, and we’re both quiet. Tessa’s fingers comb through my hair, gently scraping my scalp. Her skin is so smooth and soft, her thighs sloping up and widening to her butt and her plush, round stomach. I love the way my fingers dimple her ass, and I can’t wait to do dirty things to it. Whatever Tessa wants, she’ll get.
Everything slows down, and I pay attention.
I pay attention to the gasps when I press an open-mouth kiss to the spot of skin in the center of her stomach, just below her belly button and above the band of her panties.
I pay attention when I nuzzle my nose over her hip, and she twitches.
I pay attention when I gently push her knee away from me, opening that joint between her hip and her thigh, and I lick the tendon there. Tessa bucks.
“Luc,” she moans.
I stop teasing—mostly—and turn my head, pressing my mouth right into her. Tessa cries out, and I press harder, burying my face into the fabric of her panties. My hands brace, keeping her in place, and I lick her again, this time down her hot core. Underneath my tongue, I feel the folds of her center, the firm clit through the fabric. I gently scrape my teeth over it.
Tessa moans, and I keep at it, licking and playing with her through the fabric until it’s all a mess. She’s soaked, and I’m rock hard and straining against my zipper. I moan, letting the vibrations amp her up even more until a hand on my forehead forces me away.
“Bed,” Tessa tells me sternly. She squeaks when I pick her up. “Luc, don’t. I’m too heavy.”
I ignore her concerns and get a knee on the bed before I let go. Tessa bounces gently, and it was a grave error not to get her naked first. I would love to see those tits bounce.
She tugs me down before I can do anything about it, and we’re kissing, and my cock rubs against that damp spot my mouth left. It’s through three layers of clothing, but I swear I can feel her wetness and heat.
I enjoy thrusting against her, but I don’t let it distract me. Resolved to get Tessa naked, I pull back, and together we strip off the dress.
“You too,” she says, and I stand and take less than two seconds to get naked while Tessa strips the bed down to the sheets. Then I’m back between her legs and pressing my mouth against her, and she’s making ungodly noises and squirming while I suck at her, that perfect little bud that I tease with my lips and tongue and teeth until her thighs clench around me and she shouts my name.
I keep going until she tells me to stop, a hoarse plea. My cock is heavy and tight, and I’m already close. I’ve been grinding against the bed. No matter what’s next, I am not going to last.
Sitting up on my knees, I look down at Tessa spread before me. Her pussy glistens, that flush has bloomed over her chest and up her cheeks, and her belly and chest rise with her panting breaths. She looks glassy and disheveled, and I can’t resist taking myself in hand.
Her gaze zeros in on my grip, and I tighten my fist before I reach the point of no return.
“Can I come on you?” I ask, and her eyes light up.
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Tessa
I stretch out,my arms over my head, thrusting my breasts up. Luc walks his knees up to either side of my hips and strokes himself. It’s captivating to watch his lean muscles as he moves, the way his biceps flex as he strokes. The sound is slick and obscene, even knowing that I was just loud as hell myself.
A palm presses into the mattress above my head, and Luc bends over, lips hovering above mine. I can smell myself; Luc’s breathing hard, and his mouth, the one that made me come so skillfully, waits for me. I press up and kiss him while he strokes.
Writhing beneath him is the sexiest I have ever felt in my life.
