French Connections Ch. 02

"Thank you," I sipped some water and turned and smiled at Jean-Luc.

I saw the love and concern in his eyes and immediately I felt better. I put my arm around him and rested my head on his shoulder, content and happy in his arms. I couldn't help but love him. But like the moth to the flame, I had no idea what I was letting myself in for either.

But you know what? I bet right before that moth gets burned by that flame; it's in sheer and utter bliss! At least that's how I felt, right before I got burned...

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Later that night, just after dinner we were sitting in front of the fire Jean-Luc had lit - partially because it was a little chilly and partially because it was romantic.

"How are you feeling now, Cherie?" Jean-Luc asked as he tenderly kissed my forehead. I snuggled into him more, content and relaxed in his arms as I watched the fire flicker.

"Fine... Good... Happy..." I smiled, turning my head to look at him, "and you?" He looked even more handsome in the firelight than usual.

"Good, Cherie. You are better from today?" ...such a sexy accent. I didn't even care that his English wasn't perfect, after all my French wasn't either! We never had any set rules as to whether we would speak in English or French; it usually just depended on our mood at the time. I knew he found my accent sexy when I spoke with him in French, so whenever I wanted to seduce him, I usually spoke in French... besides, everything always sounded so much sexier in French anyway -- no matter who said it!

"Oui, merci" I said quietly as I planted soft kisses on his chin, his cheek and finally his lips.

I kissed him tenderly and lovingly. He wrapped his arms around me tighter and passionately returned my kiss. It wasn't long until our hands had worked their way beneath our clothing and we were caressing each other's bare skin. Jean-Luc undressed me first, pulling my shirt off over my head and removing my bra. He remarked at how deliciously sexy my pink erect nipples looked in the firelight before suckling on one. His big strong hand struggled to contain the fullness of my other breast as he massaged and caressed me.

He pulled my nipple gently with his teeth. I ran my fingers through his short brown hair as his mouth engulfed my nipple once again. He shifted his position on the couch so that he could kiss further down my body, gently pushing me onto my back in the process. I lay obediently on the couch as he took my jeans and panties off slowly. He kissed my stomach next... and then my hips... followed by my inner thighs... I squirmed as his hot breath teased my pussy lips. He loved teasing me, and I loved being teased in return.

His kisses were so delicate, as if touching a rare delicate flower that might shatter if he wasn't careful. He gently kissed each of my pussy lips in turn, and then my clit. He paused a little longer on my clit, kissing it just a little bit harder and pulling on it gently with his lips. I gasped. He repeated the process with his tongue, almost as if he were a connoisseur sampling some fine wine (or in this case young pussy) before deciding whether to drink the whole bottle! Apparently, he concluded that I was in fact good enough to eat (or drink); because the next sensation I felt was his outstretched tongue expertly working its way inside me and lapping up my already abundant juices. "Oh goddd!" I moaned, throwing my head back into the couch and arching my back.

It seemed that this was all the encouragement Jean-Luc was waiting on. With a deep growl, he tongue-fucked my pussy, mashing his lips against mine and pausing only long enough to lick and suck my clit every few moments before drilling his tongue inside me again. He ate my pussy with a sloppy, reckless abandon. I writhed and trembled as he slurped and sucked and swallowed... It didn't take long before my breath halted, my body stiffened and my pussy exploded!

I panted as Jean-Luc continued to tease my sensitive pussy with his lips, although a little less vigorously. I flinched each time his lips or tongue touched me and had to gently push him away so that I could recover a little bit from my orgasm.

I sat up and pulled his face gently to mine. His lips were covered with my juices, so I kissed and licked them clean. It also felt so wonderfully naughty tasting myself on his lips. I pulled his t-shirt off and undid the button in his jeans. My eyes locked onto his, as I slipped my hand in and wrapped my fingers around the thick shaft inside.

I loved watching his face as I first touched his cock whenever we made love. The expression was utterly erotic -- his eyebrows pulled tight together, his eyes became half-closed slits and his mouth fell open in a scream that was never to be heard. Then as I began stroking, the expression changed. The breath he didn't realise he had been holding was released in a slow, satisfying soft sigh and his tensed facial muscles (and shoulders) relaxed. Another few strokes... his eyes eventually reopened and met mine again, as if to say simultaneously 'thanks for that' and more importantly 'please don't stop'.

I leaned in closer and captured his lips with mine, devouring them roughly. Our tongues wrestled playfully and passionately as my hand pumped his cock faster. My sensitive pussy was already starting to ache for his cock, but it would have to wait its turn -- I wanted to play with him a little more first. I cupped the tip of his cock in the palm of my hand and massaged it gently, as my lips caught his tongue... my lips and tongue gave him a preview of what they were about to do to his cock as I sucked and licked his tongue in my mouth, unable to stifle my moan as I did so. Jean-Luc groaned as I squeezed his cock gently, before taking my hand away so that I could remove his few remaining pieces of clothing.

I knelt in front of him, between his legs as he sat on the couch. My hands caressed his inner thighs. With each caress I moved closer and closer to his throbbing cock. He was already very hard and I would have to take it a little bit easier on him than I really wanted to. I wanted to devour him whole, lick and suck every last inch of him over and over with the same passion and reckless abandon that he had eaten me with. However, I also wanted (no, needed) to feel his hard cock deep inside my pussy. Hmmm... decisions, decisions... I leaned over so that my face was frustratingly close to his cock. I pushed his legs further apart. With my hands still holding his thighs apart, I stared into Jean-Luc's eyes. With a mischievous grin on my face, I winked at him, before blowing a cool stream of air over the tip of his cock. He flinched and shook his head slightly. He knew I was not going make this easy for him. Holding his gaze, I leaned down even more with my tongue outstretched and very lightly traced it down his shaft all the way to his balls. I ran my tongue in lazy circles around his balls, thoroughly coating them with my saliva. I sucked them into mouth, pulling them gently with my lips before releasing them and doing it all over again.

My hands inched closer to his cock as I sucked his balls. Finally, they resumed stroking his shaft. Taking my time, I kissed and licked and sucked my way up from his balls to the tip of his cock. When I reached the tip, I blew another stream of cool air over it. I slowly licked the precum up, before planting soft kisses there. I swirled my tongue slowly over his head, allowing it time to savour the taste of another little drop of precum that was released. I wrapped my lips gently around the tip of his cock, as my tongue continued to wander over it... moaning softly into it as I French-kissed his cock.

This was generally my favourite moment of any blowjob: the moment where I could taste and feel the cock in mouth but could still appreciate the anticipation of sucking it fully inside as hard as I could -- and of course the resultant reaction this will illicit from my lover. Even just thinking about it made my pussy throb! It was moments like this when I longed for a second cock to play with!

Holding Jean-Luc's cock in my hands, stroking him, as I finally sucked him hard into my mouth and my tongue caressed and welcomed him as deeply as I could take him... "Mmmmmm," this was the moment when I wished... I wished there was another equally hard, equally delicious cock plunging into my pussy from behind, filling me up and fucking me hard! It was a fantasy that I never shared with anyone, but secretly longed to be fulfilled. Who knows, maybe one day, this dream will be realised...

I sucked Jean-Luc's cock as deep as I could and then out again until just the tip was inside my mouth. I caressed him with my tongue, my lips and my hands... as much of him as possible, and with as much love as I could give. Jean-Luc's hand rested on the back of my head as his hips began moving slowing but purposefully off the couch, gently fucking my face. One hand continued caressing and massaging his balls, as my other hand dropped to my soaking pussy. I slid two fingers easily inside me and stroked myself, as Jean-Luc's cock moved faster and faster inside my mouth. I could tell by the sounds he was making that he was starting to get close. I pulled back and he released me, his cock glistening with my saliva.

The look on my face was enough to explain what I wanted him to do. He pulled me up onto the couch, so that I straddled him. I reached my hand down and stroked his cock a few more times as I guided it to my waiting pussy. There was no teasing this time, no delays... just the hunger and the need. With our eyes locked, and a unified purpose, Jean-Luc jerked his hips just as I sank onto his cock.

My eyes fell shut and my back arched as my body responded to this welcome intrusion. I grinded my hips in slow circles against his; giving my pussy a moment to comfortably accommodate his impressive girth. However, it was only a moment... Jean-Luc held me still with a powerful arm around my waist and pistoned into me hard. My head fell onto his chest as he fucked me. I trembled and shook from his unrelenting thrusts. I gripped him hard inside me as I came silently.

He slowed down to allow me to catch my breath. I sat up, my lips finding his and treasuring them with a breathless kiss. I moved myself up and down on his cock, slowly building up a rhythm until I was bouncing harder and harder on him. I broke our kiss and struggled for air as I felt myself getting closer to climax again.

I rode his cock faster, panting harder as my speed increased. My heart was thumping loudly in my chest, almost drowning out the smack of our loins as we collided and panted as our breathing become more difficult. My eyes locked onto his again. I felt my facial muscles contort as my entire body tensed again, my pussy possessively crushing his cock inside me as wave after wave of pure pleasure emanated from my groin and washed over me. My eyes never left his, even as my body quivered and my fleshed tingled all over as my orgasm began to subside. Jean-Luc pulled me down hard and thrust his cock as deep inside me as he could go, his eyes held mine as he shuddered and shot inside me. My pussy spasmed again as I felt him come inside me. His hand moved down my stomach, and he strummed my clit frantically with his outstretched thumb as he shot inside me again and again. I gripped him even tighter as my body tensed and shook again.

A moment later, I collapsed - my head fell onto his shoulder as I fought to catch my breath. He wrapped his arms possessively around my trembling body, holding me tight to his chest. It felt like a blissful eternity as we sat there, holding each other, recovering. I had never felt closer to Jean-Luc than I felt at that moment. I felt a spiritual, as well as a physical and emotional, connection to him as we came. It was overwhelming, how deeply and passionately in love with him I was.

We eventually untangled ourselves and lay naked on the rug in front of the fire. That feeling of sheer of utter bliss washed over me again as we bathed in the firelight together. I felt my eyes drift closed and I would've happily slept there, in his arms... forever and ever... and ever...

"Be right back" Jean-Luc said suddenly, giving me a quick kiss.

I watched and admired his beautiful naked body as he got up and walked away. I heard him rummaging in his backpack and within moments he was back by my side, kneeling beside me with a mischievously sexy look on his face.

"You look so beautiful, Cherie. Even more beautiful by firelight..." He said as his eyes feasted on my naked form stretched out before him. His fingers traced delicately, almost absentmindedly, along my body caressing my soft skin... mapping my features; the swell of my breasts, the flatness of my stomach and the curve of my hips. I studied his eyes and his face as his studied my body. For the briefest moment, I thought I caught a glimpse of something sorrowful in his face... something that he regretted, or something that saddened him deeply.

"I have something for you," he said, as he placed a small jewellery box on my stomach.

"What is it?" I asked, almost as a reflex.

"Open it."

I took the box off my stomach and sat up. I was a little apprehensive about opening it, and also a little bit excited too. What if it is was an engagement ring? What would I say? How would I answer him if he asked me to marry him? I found myself smiling at the thought, despite how bizarre it would be to become engaged to a man I'd only known for a few months.

I took a deep breath and slowly opened the box...

"Jean-Luc, it's beautiful!" I wrapped my arms around him and hugged him tightly.

"Thank you so much! It's such a lovely gift, but you didn't have to..." I felt tears welling up behind my eyes looking at the beautiful heart-shaped locket Jean-Luc had just presented me with.

"I know I didn't HAVE to. That's why I wanted to." He smiled and leaned in to kiss me. "Let me help you try it on." He took the delicate locket out of its box and opened the clasp. I piled my hair up out of the way as he reached around me and fastened the chain. The locket itself hung just above my breasts.

"This way," he softly whispered as he held the delicate little silver heart between his fingers, "I'll always be close to your heart." I felt those tears welling up again, despite the corniness of his statement, those words got to me...

"No matter what happens..." he added, this time staring into my eyes rather than at the locket. There was a seriousness in his gaze, and another flash of that sadness that I had glimpsed earlier. I didn't know what he meant exactly - but, for the second time that day, someone took a little stroll over my grave and another disconcerting shiver ran down my spine.

Jean-Luc kissed me again. It was a soft and tender kiss. It would be our last...

"I'm going to use the bathroom," he said, standing up "and then I'm going to try some of that chocolate cake we bought today."

"Sounds like a plan," I smiled back.

He pulled his boxers on and headed off down the hall. I sat up onto the couch and fished my panties out from between the cushions and put them on. I grabbed Jean-Luc's t-shirt and pulled it on over my head as I walked around the side of the couch, on my way into the kitchen.

I never made it into the kitchen.

It was while I was pulling the t-shirt over my head (and admittedly not looking where I was walking), that I tripped on the strap of Jean-Luc's backpack (which he had carelessly left at the side of the couch), knocking it over and spilling its contents on the ground -- myself along with them!

"Nice one Jane," I said underneath my breath as I picked myself up. Thankfully, I wasn't injured... a small bruise here or there would be the worst of it, or so I initially thought. The real pain was just about to begin...

Among Jean-Luc's belongings which had fallen from his open backpack, there was a little black jewellery box. I picked it up, my first thought was that it was the box my locket had came in, but a glance towards the fire confirmed that my box was still sitting on the rug where I had left it. So, this was the mysterious box from this afternoon. I couldn't help but be intrigued by what secret treasures it possessed. My curiosity got the better of me. I peeked down the hall to check that the bathroom door was still closed before gently pulling open the lid...

My breath caught in my throat as I gazed upon a beautiful solitaire diamond, elegantly mounted in a thin gold band. It was the most beautiful antique diamond engagement ring I had ever seen. I still wasn't sure how I would react if Jean-Luc proposed to me, but looking at this beautiful ring made my heart soar! I had to try it on! I took another quick peek down the hall to check that the door was still closed, before I slipped the ring out of the box and onto my finger. It fit me perfectly! It felt so right wearing it that I would've loved to keep it on, but I knew that I wasn't supposed to know about this ring, let alone start wearing it before Jean-Luc had gotten the nerve to 'pop the question'.

I had to pull the ring hard to get it off me -- it seemed it was a much tighter fit than I realised at first. I heard the toilet flush and knew I had only seconds to put the ring back where it was. In my haste, I dropped the ring when I yanked it off my finger. I fished around on the floor for it, feeling under the edge of the couch and retrieving it quickly. I breathed a sigh of relief that I hadn't lost it, although it did pick up a little dust underneath the couch. I wiped it off against my shirt, and blew the dust away. It was while I was examining the ring to make sure it was clean before putting it back in its box that I spotted the engraving. On the inside of the ring, it read: "Claire et Jean-Luc, toujours."

My heart stopped. This ring was not meant for me, it was meant for another woman. There was another woman...

I don't remember hearing the bathroom door open, but I do remember Jean-Luc walking into the room at that very moment. I didn't try to hide the ring. Things were different now. I was not the one who had to do the explaining any longer.

"Whose Claire?" I asked, before he could say anything. The phrase 'deer in the headlights' best describes the look on Jean-Luc's face as he saw me sitting on the floor, with a freshly engraved engagement ring in my hand that I had literally stumbled across, surrounded by several other items that had clearly fallen out of his backpack.

"Jean-Luc, what's going on?" I asked quietly, stupidly hoping that there was some other explanation aside from the obvious conclusion. Perhaps the 'Jean-Luc' on the ring was another Jean-Luc that he knew, who wanted him to mind his ring so his girlfriend wouldn't find it and spoil the surprise? It would've been a pretty lame excuse, I know. To be honest, I don't know what exactly I was hoping to hear him say. Anything other than what he did say I suppose.

"I'm sorry Jane. I've wanted to tell you for a while now. I just..." he swallowed hard and looked away. "I could not find the words. I didn't want to hurt you."

I sat frozen, listening to his confession. I couldn't move... I couldn't even think. I was numb. Jean-Luc continued speaking. His words seemed to wash over me from somewhere far away, with few actually sinking into my brain.

From what I understood, it started out as a renewed friendship with an ex-girlfriend, someone he had dated for over two years. Recently, he refused to tell me exactly how recently, things started to develop again. Apparently, because I was so busy with work, they started spending more and more time together. He said that he didn't want to mess things up with her this time, so he planned on proposing to her to prove his commitment to her.