Page 65 of Risks of Temptation
He rolls off me, sitting on his ass.
He doesn't want me?
My voice shakes. "Malin."
"Unbuckle my belt and unzip me," he commands then follows it in French.
I straddle him and obey. My hands tremble while releasing his pants.
He lifts his hips, and I pull them off.
He continues making demands in English then French. "Touch me, ma belle."
I reach for his cock, stroking his shaft and grazing my nails up it. The tip is wet, and I smear it on his cap.
He groans.
I taste him, sucking on my finger, and his eyes widen. More words I don't understand come out of his mouth.
The heat in his eyes tells me he likes it. So I put more on my finger, stick it in my mouth, and moan.
"You dirty, delicious, woman," he mutters.
"French," I remind him.
He intently stares at me and mumbles.
I stroke him and say, "Do you want all of me?"
He palms my ass and tugs me closer to him so the tip of his cock hits my wet pussy.
My sex pulses, and I close my eyes.
He leans into my ear. "Ride me at the speed you want, ma belle." He repeats it in French.
Anxiety suddenly hits me.
"I... I want to please you. I... I don't know what to do."
His lips twitch. "You already please me. Let your pussy take what it wants." He grips my hips and moves me down but only an inch.
My mouth flies open, and my breath hitches. "Oh." I feel full, and I know he has a lot more to give me.
"What if..."
He moves me back up.
I feel the loss of him, and I want him back. I push down. "Oh."
"Shhh." He strokes my cheek, speaks French, then kisses me, as if I'm his now and tomorrow, gently moving my hips up, letting me go down, then pulling me up again.
"Close your eyes, ma belle."
I obey him, inching more of my sex over him, creating a slow rhythm.
"Do you like my cock in you?" he murmurs in my ear.
"Yes."
