Lovers and Other Strangers Box Set: The Boston Stories (46 page)

    "That is all good Monsieur, mais, do I get the same privilege? Will you let me explore you?" Lying against him she couldn't miss the deep breath he took. She ducked her head to hide her smile while she waited for his answer. "Well, Monsieur, do we explore each other or am I leaving." He groaned.

    "You'll keep the blindfold on?"

    "Oui Monsieur, I like our little game."

    "Fine." He sounded anything but fine. He was always so in control, maybe as Smith she could get him to loosen up, at least enough to enjoy himself.

    "Me first! I want your clothes off so I can touch you."

    "I don't think that is a good idea just yet."

    "Non, you said you are a gentleman and a gentleman allows a lady to go first."

    "Fine." The word sounded as if he bit it in two. She ran her fingers over his cheeks and then bent down and kissed him.

    "Bon, merci, this will not 'urt, you may even enjoy it." She started working on his shirt again since he had redone the studs. When she got to his waist she fumbled with the belt some since she still was blindfolded. She had to bite the inside of her cheek when he started mumbling that she was going to kill him. Finally he brushed her hands away and undid his belt and pants in a second. When he did he let out an audible groan. She skimmed her hands over his hips. She tried to keep the smile off her face but couldn't. His body felt so good under her hands. She slid further down his thighs. She wanted to feel his skin against hers even if it was just her hands.

    "This is frustrating... Take off your clothes."

    "Oh no, you wanted this you, you take them off." The impossible man thought she would give up. She would show him. She tried to move on the bed but her dress kept getting in the way. Bon, she knew how to get him to take his clothes off.

    "Ah, I can not move with this dress. As beautiful as it is. It is too long for what I need to do. She got off the bed and felt along the edge to stand at the end. She waited a moment so that she knew she had his attention. She turned her back to him and reached around the back of her neck for the closure. When she released it and the silk slid away from her neck she heard him gasp. She turned to face him now. Her other hand had caught the fall of the material over her breasts.

    "Mmm, this feels so good against my skin." She licked her lips. He groaned back at her. Part of her enjoyed teasing him. It would be more fun if she could see his reactions but he wasn't very good at hiding how he felt from her even if she couldn't see them. "Monsieur Smith, I have a secret." she whispered. "With a dress such as this, you can not wear any lingerie." then she let the dress fall in a puddle at her feet.

    "Mother of..." He sounded a little like he would choke.

    "Smith, I would very much like to feel your skin against mine. Will you please take your clothes off?" He jumped up so fast she thought he would fall over. In seconds he was holding her. His body felt so warm against hers. She ran her hands over his shoulders as his erection pressed against her belly. When she tilted her face up to his, he kissed her almost as if he couldn't believe she was real.

    "If you are going to kiss me like that we should go back to the bed. She kept hold of his hand as she found the bed and pulled him to follow her.

    "Marie, you are so beautiful."

    "You make me feel that way. I want you to feel comme ça, aussi." She pushed him to his back, though in truth he didn't put up much of a fight. She sculpted his chest with her hands then lightly ran her nails over the skin. She could feel the muscles twitch under her fingers. She got up and moved between his legs. She felt him tense. She tried to soothe him with her touch. First she ran her hands down his hips and thighs feeling the large muscles quiver with his tension. She massaged up his legs and felt some of it give way.

    "Monsieur, you are too tense. I will have to do something about that." She knew her smile probably looked a little evil but she couldn't help it, she was feeling daring. This time she stroked just her fingertips down his thighs and heard his breath hiss. She moved her hands to his stomach. He was still firm. She drew her fingertips over him again. When she reached the nest of coarse hair she combed her fingers through it, carefully avoiding touching him where he was most sensitive.

    "Oh, God. You're torturing me."

    "un peu, a little, you didn't even want me to do this."

    "Oh... Don't stop." She smiled, she had barely started.

    "You like this?"

    "Yes." She ran a fingernail lightly up his shaft and felt him shudder. She had known he was bigger than other men she had seen but she was still surprised. She mumbled under her breath "comme un cheval"

    "What?" He sounded like he was gasping for air.

    "Pardon. I said you were, um, like a 'orse, Monsieur." He started to roll away from her when she wrapped both hands around his shaft. "I did not say I was disappointed." She massaged him with her hands.

    "You're not...scared?" He sounded almost defeated.

    "Non, you said you are not going to make love to me today. When you do, you will need to be un peu douce, a little gentle. You are a patient lover I expect we will find a way." She could feel him relax more. He had actually worried he was too big? Men are strange. Babies come out, how big did men think their penises were? "I will tell you a secret. Do you know the saying about the size of the wand and the magic in it?"

    "I think I know what you are talking about."

    "Mmm, a bigger wand has, um, more room for magic." His bark of laughter shook his whole body and then he seemed to truly relax. She went back to light strokes all over him. He had fine soft hair on his arms and legs with denser more wiry around his cock. She could touch him all night.

    "Marie, your torture is getting, uncomfortable.

    "Hmm, Je suis désolé, sorry. I like your body Monsieur. I like touching you."

    "Good, I want you to touch me. Its just..."

    "A little too much teasing?"

    "I'm afraid so, I'd like to be able to touch you too."

    "And if I do this?" She pulled the pad of her thumb down the length of him and felt him shudder. She applied a little more pressure and brought her hand up. She massaged him like that for a few minutes. When he was lost in the sensation she bent her head and pulled just the tip of him between her lips. She heard him groan and then swirled her tongue on the sensitive spot.

    "Aah, Marie! I can't..."

    "I think you must." She took him deeper into her mouth bathing him with her tongue. She felt his hips thrust and knew she had him.

    "Aaaah, Oh. God. His climax was stunning. His body bucked and sawed. Under her hand she felt the muscles in his abdomen clench. She reveled in the feeling of power he gave her. Some women may not like this but she saw it differently. For him she would have done it anyway. When he was done she held him as he floated back to reality.  

      As he got his breathing back under control, He became aware of her stoking down his back. He pulled her into him like a lifeline. His heart was pounding in his chest and it had nothing to do with the orgasm she had just given him. She wasn't scared of "the monster" as the guys at school called it.

    "You see Monsieur, teasing can be fun, non?"

    "You think so? Does that mean it is time for me to tease you?" He would, till she squealed but first he wanted to hold her, touch her the way she was touching him. He loved the feel of her hands on him, it was both comforting and erotic. He didn't know how, but it was.

    "Mmm, I owed you that for last time. You took my breath away."

    "That sounds like a challenge." He spent several minutes alternately nipping and soothing the skin where ever his lips could reach. When he could actually think again he set about doing to her what she had done to him.

    "Lay on your stomach." He murmured in her ear.

    "Why?" He looked at her. Didn't she trust him? Of course she didn't know it was him and she had the blindfold on still.

    "I just want to give you a massage. If there is anything I'm doing that makes you feel uncomfortable..." He thought for a moment, the whole situation was absurd, really. "I'll just leave and not bother you again."

    "No! I mean I don't want you to go. I was enjoying what you were doing is all." She turned to lay on her stomach and Allyn came up on his knees beside her.

    "I'll be right back, don't move." Allyn got up and rummaged in the bathroom for the courtesy body lotion. The Continental being an upscale hotel had a selection of L'Occitane products. He grabbed the tin of almond body creme, perfect. He scooped some out and warmed it between his hands.

    "I'm going to start with your arms." He said lightly touching the one nearest him. He used the cream sparingly and alternated massaging and kissing her. Her skin shimmered from the balm, not with glitter but like she was glowing from the inside. When he had finished with her arms he started on her back. He added more of the creme to his hands and warmed it again. He started with long light strokes to warm her skin and get her used to him touching her back. As he saw her relax he started working on her shoulders. Using his finger tips he stroked and pressed into her delicate muscles.

    "Do you like this?" his voice was barely a whisper in her ear.

    "Oh, Oui." Her breath was heavy and the warmth of her skin mixed the subtle fragrance of the creme and her own unique perfume together.

    "You smell delicious, Marie." He added kisses and warm puffs of air to the repertoire. When he got past her shoulder blades, he asked if he could straddle her legs. When she agreed he changed his position so that now he could touch her more easily. His chest ached to feel her body against his and he lay gently over her back while he skimmed his hands up and down her sides. After a few minutes he lifted himself off her slowly so as not to break the spell. When he finished lifting off her, she whimpered at the loss of contact.

    "I'm not done yet, my sweet." He went back to using his thumbs to release the tension in her spine. When the muscles were soft and supple he used the first two fingers of each hand and gently raked the finger tips down her back. When he was done with her back he started drawing circles around the dip at the small of her back, swirling his fingers around and then dipping them into the hollow there.

    "I want to sip cognac from here." Her only response was a groan. He made short work of the muscles in her legs and used more creme to massage the bottom of her feet.

    "Turn over so I can do your front." He sensed hesitation and then realized she was so relaxed as to almost act drugged. A wave of protectiveness, and if he was honest, possession, rolled over him that left him stunned.

    "Marie, do you want me to continue?" he said quietly.

    "Mmm, oui. Tu es tellement plus sensuel..." she mumbled. For once he was glad she had the blasted blindfold on. At least she couldn't see him grinning like a boy, Smith wasn't supposed to understand her.  

    "Pardon?"

    "Oh, rein -nothing." She stretched like a pampered cat and he helped her turn over. The smile didn't leave his face as he started over on her shoulders and upper chest. He swallowed hard when it came time to move to her breasts. He tried to be conscious of her pleasure and not just do what he wanted. He started on the outer sides of each breast with his finger tips just lightly stroking again. She tensed at first and then relaxed with a sigh. When she did he changed to drawing slow spirals on each, swirling toward her nipples. When he reached them he gave each a soft squeeze and she let out a quiet gasp.

    "Too much?"

    "Oh, non. Mon Dieux."

    "Again?"

    "Oh..." He took that as a yes and repeated the routine from the beginning. Her gasp this time was more pronounced. He blew warm air on her breasts and she arched off the bed. He kissed down the valley between them and continued wet open mouthed kisses over her belly while drawing random patterns with his fingers. As he got closer to the apex of her thighs he wondered if he should break the trance he had woven for her.

    "Marie, do you want me to..." He lightly stroked his fingertips across her bare mons as he tried to ask her if she wanted to go further. She must have understood because she slowly nodded her head.

    "I'm going to put a pillow under your hips, okay?" She just nodded again but lifted up when he moved the pillow near her.

    "Are you comfortable?"

    "Oui." she said softly. He went back to kissing her belly and using his nails softly on her. She relaxed in the new position.

    "I'm going to change position." He shifted to between her legs while keeping contact with her. He couldn't bear the thought of breaking the spell around them yet. He lay on his stomach with his head on her thigh lightly drawing up and down her thighs. Her dew glistened on her labia. He fought against his own desires to rush her to climax. As much as he wanted to see her in the throes of ecstasy, there was the desire to draw this pleasure out for its own sake, to sip instead of guzzle. With his fingers he stroked down the outside of her labia softly and her heard coo. She reached down and started running her fingers through his hair. He placed a kiss at the top of her cleft and then slowly licked down the seam of her sex. She sighed and moved her legs farther apart.

    "Marie..." She could only sigh. When she parted her legs he accept her invitation to explore deeper. He wanted this to be just right, the perfect end to this sensual fog they had created. He was careful to hold himself back but he was as overcome with desire as she was. Next time they would have to do this together. The thought almost drove him over the edge. He was so in love with this woman that her pleasure was more dear to him than his own but if they could achieve this kind of pleasure together... Her fingers in his hair brought him back to reality. He licked at her deeply and she arched against him. She was close. He moved and wrapped his arms around her legs from underneath so her legs draped over his shoulders and down his back.