Parisian Nights

"Oh, sweet Mary mother of fuck, that's good!"

Her orgasm was close, like the rumbling of distant thunder of the horizon. Before she had the opportunity to savour the sweet taste of bliss, Michael slowed and stopped his savage mauling of her delicate folds. With the grace of a big cat stalking its prey, he crawled up over her body slowly from between her legs. As soon as she could reach, Amy got to work on his belt buckle. Her eager fingers quickly slipped it free and unbuttoned his trousers.

A wicked grin flashed in the dark as he leaned in for a kiss. Amy could taste herself on his lips, a sweet gloss that she found exceptionally arousing. Through the lustful haze of desperate need, she sought to capture each and every feature of his face in the gloom of the shadows. This stranger who had seduced her, this man who now possessed her.

His tongue teased her own, flicking and stroking in a practiced dance of sexual exchange. With a need she never knew existed, Amy couldn't wait a second longer to get her hands on his cock. She lifted her legs and hooked her big toes into either side of his waistband. Michael lifted his hips from her body as she wriggled his trousers and boxer shorts over his tight arse and down his thighs. He knelt up on the bed to kick off his ankles the last remaining scraps of fabric on his body. Amy crawled onto her knees in front of him.

"Stand up," she whispered.

Without any hesitation, Michael stood on the bed in front of her. He was like her own personal Adonis. Amy's eyes widened when she saw the size of his cock. He was impressively big and hard as steel, his rigid length standing straight out towards her. With her left hand she wrapped her fingers around his hot, tight flesh and lifted it to his stomach. She licked along the underside of his length, savouring the moment when she heard him sigh his appreciation. Each stroke of her tongue caused his balls to twitch inside his shaved sack.

A tightness in her stomach only emphasised her condition as she saw a drop of pre-cum glistening on the tip. Amy licked her lips in anticipation of tasting him. She took him in her hand and with an unknown hunger, began to circle his firm head with her tongue. Every crease and ridge of his stiff cock felt the sultry, wet pressure of Amy's affection. A pleasure only exceeded by the mind-blowing thrill of her lips slipping slowly down his shaft, and engulfing him in her deliciously hot mouth.

Amy held him in her mouth as she snaked her slender arms around his waist and wrapped them lazily above his buttocks. Casually worshipping his cock with her mouth, she began to suck as Michael's hips involuntarily rocked back and forth. His delicious manhood glistened in the darkness with the slippery shimmer of her saliva. Each time she leant forward to take a little more of him into her mouth, Amy took in the musky scent of masculinity. It was intoxicating and utterly arousing at the same time.

The rhythmic friction of her mouth and attentive tongue soon had her French provocateur gripping her hair in his fists. Amy had never really been one for rough sex, but at that moment, she couldn't think of anything more thrilling than having her face fucked. To passively resigning her body to his total, and complete sexual gratification.

His strong hand held the back of her head as his cock inched further and further into her mouth with each thrust. Michael threw his head back and grunted as she gripped tightly to his hips. With her tongue stroking along the underside of his thick shaft with each rock forward, she glanced upward over his torso and marvelled at the sight. His muscular abs rippled under his scared skin, as the warm light flooding through the windows caressed him in high contrast. She had to touch him, just to make sure he was real. She felt the course hair under her fingertips and traced it down, under his navel to the trimmed patch of dark pubic hair.

Each time she swallowed his erection, her nose nestled into that rough, curly thatch. Each time he pulled back, she gasped for breath before once again feeling overwhelmed as his cock pressed against the back of her throat. When Amy couldn't stand to wait any longer for him, she gripped his throbbing shaft and eased him from her mouth.

"Fuck me, Michael!"

Without a single word spoken, Michael pushed her onto her back and knelt down between her legs. Amy watched him anxiously as he teased the head of his cock between her slick folds. With a single thrust, he sank his full length into her hot, aching depths. The sensation was unlike anything she'd ever felt before, it was a searing fullness and sense of completion. Despite how wet Amy was, taking a cock of his size was still a pleasure on the knife's-edge of pain. He pulled back almost to the tip before thrusting into her once more. A rhythm started to build as perspiration specked their flushed skin. The heat of his powerful body rolling on top of her was so intense.

It wasn't long before she adjusted to his length and girth, and as if he knew she was ready, he began to pummel her with vicious strokes. Amy had never been this sexually stimulated before. She never knew anything could be this vivid and utterly fulfilling. Every single muscle in her body contracted and relaxed in time with his punishment. Every single nerve ending sizzled with electric pleasure.

Amy watched breathlessly as Michael lifted himself on his muscular arms, and knelt before her like a moisture-dappled statue. He smiled and ran his fingers through his mop of dark hair before saying quietly, "Turn over."

He didn't have to ask twice, whatever he wanted was his. Her muscles already ached but she rolled onto her stomach and rose up onto her knees. Michaels hands caressed the soft skin of her bottom as she arched her back and rested on her elbows. Without him inside of her, she felt empty, incomplete. A feeling quickly dispelled as he unceremoniously speared his way back into her pouting pussy.

Amy's knuckles turned white as she gripped the sheets so tight her fingers went numb. She wanted this to last forever, yet at the same time, to end this very second in an explosion of sexual release. The heat of his hands as they gripped her hips was scalding. As she bit into the fresh linen to keep from bruising her bottom lip, Amy crossed her ankles between his legs and clenched tight around his thick, engorged length. He grunted as he withdrew after each agonisingly delicious thrust into her depths. His moans punctuated his pleasure of her slow massage, the languorous milking of his cock by her most intimate of intimates.

She squeezed tighter as he thrust harder, both of them trembling with the strain of keeping up the pace. Amy was now whimpering unintelligibly as they pleasured each other to the brink of orgasmic oblivion. Before she could grasp and embrace her ever approaching climax, Michael pulled out, enclosed her waist with his arms and flipped her roughly onto her back. All she could do to hold him close was wrap her legs around his waist as he began to fuck her into submission. Her hips lifted from the bed with each retraction, and were savagely slammed back into the mattress with each relentless thrust.

He gripped her wrists firmly and pinned her arms above her head, burying them in the soft pillows. The kiss was unbridled, a passionate mess of gorgeous chaos. He nipped at her lips and bit into her throat as he held her in place. Amy's body was no longer her own. She bucked and moaned wildly with lust as he punished her body, and she in turn retaliated with hers, consuming as much of him as she could. Her thighs clasped his hips as her heels tried to pull his body even closer.

Her ears were filled with the roaring of the blood, coursing at breakneck speed through her veins. With each second that passed she lost a little more of herself. Edging closer and closer to that moment when the inevitable, would become the unstoppable. Like the beating of a butterfly's wings which unleashes a hurricane that God himself would be powerless to stop. Her body tensed as euphoria saturated her senses. Her body was now shaking with madness and ecstasy, tiptoeing along the ragged edge of consciousness.

With a final flurry of powerful thrusts signalling the end of the line, Amy grabbed the back of Michael's head and roughly mashed their mouths together. As she began to come, she bit into his lip, drawing a speck of blood as her fingers dug in and raked across his muscled back. Her escape into blissful sexual oblivion began as his thick, bulging cock pulsed deep within her body. There was no line now between pleasure and pain, just the feeling. She gripped him like a fist of hot liquid velvet, clenching hard each time he withdrew from her, milking every last drop of cum from his quivering body.

With a final ragged sigh of exertion, Michael's sweat-covered torso collapsed heavily onto her delicate frame. Being pinned to the bed by a dead-weight of naked muscled perfection was the stuff she had dreamed of. Dreams, however, do not require the need to breathe. With the combined total sum of her remaining energy, she managed to roll him off and onto his back. He was smiling and looking directly into her hazy eyes. With a slow flick of his tongue, he licked away the trickle of blood from the split she had bitten into his bottom lip. Amy was utterly spent, not an ounce of strength remained in her broken body. The last thing she remembered before drifting off to a peaceful sleep, was seeing that gorgeous smile upon his face.

***

The shimmering rays of morning sunlight warmed Amy's skin, as they lovingly embraced her body in the welcome of a new day. As they travelled slowly across the serene scene of carnal abandon and caressed her cheek, her eyes fluttered open. It took a moment or two for her to realise where she was, what she was doing there, and whose leg was resting against her own.

Every muscle of Amy's body ached as she crawled towards the headboard and propped herself up against the stack of soft pillows. The warm, white sheet hung lazily below her breasts as she ran her fingers through her tangled hair. Her movement had woken Michael. He stirred from his slumber as he rolled over and lay his arm gently across her waist. Amy smiled as he rested his head on her right arm and softly kissed her bare skin.

"Bonjour, belle fille," he said sleepily.

"Belle means beautiful, right?"

As if on cue, the ear-shattering screech of her mobile phone broke the silence of the room as it began to ring in her coat pocket. Amy scrambled desperately to retrieve her coat from the floor and answer the call before it ruined the moment.

"Hello?" she whispered into the handset.

"Amy? It's Emelia, darling. Everything okay?

"Yep. Absolutely fine."

"Have you seen the weather forecast, sweetie? Looks like you might be getting out of there sooner than you thought."

As Amy slumped back against the cushioned headboard, Michael sat up on the edge of the bed. She watched as he stood and stretched his arms over his head. Surrounded by the golden glow of dawn, he looked angelic. He was completely naked and twisted slightly from side to side, as every muscle rippled along his back, arse and thighs. The only blemishes on his statuesque physique were the angry red scratch marks across his back.

"Actually, about that. I was thinking I might stay another few days. Maybe a week."

"A week? That hotel costs a fortune! You have some cheek," Emelia laughed over the phone. A suitable choice of word as at that moment, cheek was exactly what she was looking at.

"Mmm hmm," Amy mumbled.

"Well, I'm sure we can stretch to it. I hope you have a nice time, darling," replied her boss. "I'll see you when you get back."

Amy's eyes followed Michael as he strolled slowly across the room to the en-suite bathroom. His sleek hips and muscular frame like some greek legend carved from finest marble. She listened as the water began to jet from the shower head as he turned on the taps. Amy grinned to herself, a naughty thought suddenly popping into her head.

"Hold on," Emelia continued over the phone. "Why the sudden change of heart? You couldn't wait to get out of Paris last night, now all of a sudden you want to stay an extra week. Have you met someone? Have you pulled?! Who is he? Amy? Amy, are you there?"

Emelia's voice echoed up towards the tall ceiling of the empty hotel room, from where the phone had been discarded and quite forgotten upon on the warm, crumpled sheets.