The Ambassador and Me: an unlikely love story (The Ambassador Trilogy Book 1) (15 page)

By nine, I was dressed, dinner was ready, and I looked hot. I was finding a new self-confidence I had lost for so long. My once bubbly personality was ripped from me the night of the break up. It took me a long while, but it was beginning to come out again. A text from Fabrice turned me on, and I had a feeling it would be a good night.

I can’t wait to have my face buried in you. No panties and no bra. I want instant access.

Same goes 4 u

I will leave my panties home but not my bra.

LOL

Almost there.

Chapter 10

F
abrice
arrived at my house looking gorgeous and put together. His hair was gelled back; he wore worn-out jeans with a couple of rips in the right places and a leather coat. I was so turned on, I barely let him in the door before I was all over him. I jumped into his arms and wrapped my legs around his waist.

“What a greeting, Isabella! I see you missed me.” I kissed him hard on his wet luscious mouth.

“Oh, God,” he said, and kissed me as hard back.

He held me up by my ass which was bare. I was wild for him and wet as could be.

“Just the way I want you.” His fingers dug into my ass and grazed the wet, swollen lips of my cunt.

“Let’s go to my room. We can eat after I have you at least three times.” I whispered.

He carried me down the hall to my room and hesitated not knowing which one was mine. I had my face buried in his neck. Breathing in his scent alone could make me come. I nodded my head as he hesitated at my door.

He gently eased me down on the bed and I was dying to have actual sex and have him inside me. I licked my lips so dry from my own arousal. He moaned softly and pushed up my dress around my thighs. I pulled the dress over my head and threw it on the floor. Sitting on the edge of my bed, Fabrice ran his fingertips across my chest, down my ribs, and over my stomach. He barely touched me, but the feelings were more awakened than ever. Along with his fingers his eyes raked over my body so slow they scorched every inch of me. I was dizzy with lust.

He removed his leather coat, but left his shirt and pants on as usual.

“Sweet, Isabella. I wanted you all day.” He traveled my body, kissing and licking all of me and holding my hands over my head. His mouth worshiped me, taking long licks of my tongue and lips. He outlined my lips from top to bottom with his tongue. He tasted and kissed every part of me as he traveled down my body. He took his time enjoying the sweet torture he put me through. I was so hot for him I was close to insanity.

“You are so perfect.” He looked up at me with lust in his face. His eyes looked like storm clouds on the horizon of blue skies. I wanted to lose myself in them. Sadly, but enticingly, he looked away from me and continued his attention to my body. I lost my sense of everything other than him.

He buried his face into my parted lips of my cunt. His hunger for me was heightened and frantic as if he couldn’t get enough. His warm soft tongue dove into me, making me gasp.

“Fabrice! I need to come. I’m so close.” My body was pressed into the bed and my eyes squeezed shut.

Once he knew I was going to go over the edge, he slid three fingers inside me as an orgasm brewed. He kept touching me inside on that spot as his mouth latched onto my clit. He sucked me hard as I inched closer to an orgasm, moaning loudly. As Fabrice kissed his way up my body, every part of me was electrified. I could not catch my breath as his mouth was on mine. Long and hard, he kissed me, letting me taste myself on him. The salty sweet taste of my own desire was all over his face. I wrapped my arms and legs around him. I heard him unzip his pants and I hoped he would guide his cock inside me. Warm and hard, it was like steel pushed against my aching cunt. He laid his sweaty body on top of mine and the heat coming off him was burning my skin. When I thought he was going to fuck me into oblivion, he stopped.

“What’s wrong?” I whispered. The room was lit with a few candles and the light coming in from the window off the street. His face was dark and intent. I could only make out the outline of his gorgeous body.

“Roll over on your stomach.” I rolled over on my stomach thinking he was going to take me from behind. The bed dipped as he stood up.

“Do you have a t-shirt or something, Isabella?” he asked.

“Yes, the third drawer on the big dresser is t-shirts.” I didn’t have the energy to ask why.

I heard him open the dresser drawer. He walked back over to the bed.

“Put your hands up over your head.” I did as he wished and he tied my wrists to my wrought iron bed.

He whispered in my ear. “Do you still trust me, my sweet Isabella?”

“Yes.”

“I stopped at the store on the way here. I thought you might like this.”

That raised my curiosity. What did he buy? I heard the rustling of a bag.

“Look the other way.” I turned my head to the side and thought about getting a quick peak. The sound of his belt hitting the floor made me moan. He was naked. I tried so hard not to turn my head and look at him. Maybe he was ashamed of his body?

He was fooling with something before he came over to me.

“What is that, Fabrice?” I asked.

He didn’t answer me. I smelled the scent of chocolate.

Gently, he started to glide his oiled hands over my arms that were over my head tied to the bed. Smooth strokes up and down my arms in a rhythmic motion were so sensual and so relaxing. I wasn’t a touchy person and I didn’t like anyone massaging me. This was so much different. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the erotic message he gave me. My body tingled deep inside with each stroke of his hands. My senses were awakened. I smelled the chocolate, his scent, our lust. Sticking his fingers in my mouth, I tasted chocolate. I watched the flames of the candles dance across the wall. I let myself relax.

Fabrice worked his way to my neck. He kneaded it in deep strokes. It was pure ecstasy. My whole body relaxed even though I could not move my arms. He reached down my back and started moving in deeper strokes. He whispered in my ear.

“Does this feel good?” He traced his tongue around my ear lobe. The heat from his body was making it worse. Knowing he was naked had my clit throbbing.

His tongue licked my spine and he stopped right at the crack of my ass. His hands dug into my ass as he kneaded it like a loaf of bread. His thumbs grazed the outside of my cunt not touching the sensitive parts that wanted him so badly. It caused me to raise my ass up ever so slightly, wanting more. He worked his hands onto my thighs, digging in his fingers and releasing the tension in my muscles.

“Spread your legs.” His voice was raspy. I spread my legs apart and he knelt between them. He used his fingers to massage the sides and the backs of my thighs. He let his hands move up my thighs and his thumbs pressed inside. As he moved further up, his fingers inched closer to my aching cunt. He was so close and then started to move back down my thigh again. I moaned in desperation. He gently raked his fingers along the center of my thigh and did the same to the other leg. He combed his fingers down to the back of my knee. He then rubbed my calves. He squeezed and rubbed them and worked back up to my thighs. He used his thumbs to put pressure on the bottom of my ass. He stroked up against the outer lips of my cunt again, causing me to moan loudly. I wiggled around on the bed wanting him to finger me or fuck me. He took his index finger and rubbed it around my clit, not touching it.

“Are you okay?” he asked.

“Yes.”

“You are beautiful. Your ass is so round. Your pussy lips are begging for me.”

“I need you.”

“I know you do. You are so slick and wet. This soft pink pussy is more than anything a man could ask for, and it’s mine.” He dropped some oil on my back; it was warm and trailed down the crack of my ass. I was panting by the time it dripped between my legs. Fabrice used a finger to rub it on the outside, not touching me inside yet. I pulled on the restraints of the expertly tied t-shirt, wanting to free myself, sit up, and pull him down to me. He must have noticed my frustration and he pressed his naked body on top of me. His cock was hard as steel and lying heavy on my ass.

“Would you like fucked hard?”

“Yes, now,” I begged.

“Sit up on your knees, Isabella.”

I pulled myself up on my knees with my arms still tied to the bed. My ass in the air and my moans were getting louder. His hands grabbed my ass and pulled it apart. I wanted to scream with anticipation. He slid into me slowly with a groan. My pulse pounded in my head. He teased me with the tip, taking it out and putting it back in. Jesus, he felt so good. His girth was huge and the length of him was just what I thought it would be.

“I want to touch you, Fabrice,” I cried.

“I’m going to come inside you. Are you protected?

“Yes,” I moaned. I had been taking the pill since I was sixteen and never missed a day. I forgot a few times when I was with Anthony. I would never let it happen again.

“Do you have any idea how much I need you? Dear God, I’m finally inside you. I’m inside paradise,” he groaned. Tears filled my eyes. My emotions were in overdrive. I never felt so wanted and so beautiful.

He knew how to work me, play with me until desperation was cresting. His whole purpose was always to make me feel good. Fabrice told me how warm and wet I was, how perfectly he fit in me, how beautiful my body was. Finally, he rammed into me. His balls slapped my ass as he pounded me, urgently and skillfully. I came hard as he reached around and pressed on my clit. It was a welcome relief. The orgasm pulsed through my body as he thrust deeper and deeper. He became wider and then he came. His groans were deep in his body as he pumped me repeatedly. His balls slapped my ass as I arched my back and let him continue. I fell on the bed, drained and satisfied. He untied my arms and, thankfully, I could touch him. Fabrice fell on top of me. I lay there trying to catch my breath as I enjoyed his warm body. He rolled off me and I curled up next to him.

“Wow. That was impressive.” I wanted to close my eyes and sleep.

“Yes, that was quite nice. You liked the massage?”

“Only because you gave it to me. I don’t like other people touching me like that. But you can do that anytime. How relaxing. I’m beginning to like you a lot.” My hair was oily from our bodies.

“Yes, but your family won’t like me.”

“Fuck it.”

“Isabella, that mouth.”

“I thought you loved this mouth.”

“I do. I love all parts of you.” He kissed feather kisses delicately on my mouth. He trailed his kisses down my neck.

“I see that.”

I could sense we were not going anywhere, and I was glad I went to the store before he came over. Fabrice was getting worked up again and I enjoyed it.

We fucked like two teenagers the rest of the night. In between, we ate and drank. I wanted him to stay undressed, to turn on the lights and let me get a look at his body. He wouldn’t let me and, when we stood up to eat, he quickly put on his clothes. I didn’t question it. I let it go. He loved my spicy pasta and I fed him tiramisu as I walked around naked in my kitchen in heels. Around ten he asked if I wanted to go to his house. I agreed because I felt this closeness with him that I hadn’t felt before. He asked me to stay with him and, with everything going on with Anthony, I felt it was a good idea.

When we walked into his bedroom, he must have noticed I was unsettled. He lit a fire in his fire place, put on some soft music, and turned down the blankets in his bed. I needed a shower after that oily message and asked if I could take one. Hoping he would come in with me, I stripped in front of him. He didn’t act too interested. I hurriedly washed my hair and body with his expensive soap and shampoo. I noticed it was that familiar smell he emitted that drove me nuts. Once I finished up and walked into his bedroom, he was sitting on his bed.

I wanted him to make love to me like a normal person- no tying me down. I wanted him naked, and I wanted to snuggle up to him while I lay in his arms and fell asleep.

“What do you need from me, Isabella? What do you need tonight? You look sad.” He walked over to me and took me into his arms.

“I want to make love to you, Fabrice, and to give you pleasure. I need your warm body against mine as you kiss and make love to me. What I want is to be naked with you, talk all night, and fall asleep in your arms. I want to feel your skin against mine. I want you to surrender to me tonight and let me explore your body.”

He led me on his bed that was so soft and cozy. I only had on a towel and I opened it and sat down. Tears rushed down my cheeks as he looked down at me. He began to unbutton his shirt apprehensively and I watched him undress in front of me for the first time. It was such a sensual experience to see Fabrice vulnerable and stripping naked. I noticed the muscles in his chest and arms bulging. His hands shook as he unbuttoned the last button on his shirt. After he removed it, I finally saw what he was afraid to show me. His arms and shoulders were covered in scars. The scars were signs he had been burned. Deep welts stood out on his skin as if it had melted. I didn’t feel them when he lay across me.

I wanted him more when I saw this. I wanted him so badly it hurt. I sat up and brought him to me. I looked up and kissed his tears away that were trailing down the sides of his eyes. He needed to know that he was perfect and I wanted him no matter what.