Faire l'amour

She looked rather cute dressed in his shirt. Of course it didn’t hurt that it was his shirt. It was kind of an odd, possessive sort of feeling. TJ poked around, not that there was much for her to look at in fifty-odd square feet of space. She eventually stopped at the ‘table’ scooping up both glasses, and walked over to sit beside him, offering one to him.

“Nice place…” she said grinning at him “You have your choice of sleeping in a large, clean, well appointed room, but you choose this?”

“Well it be more about de fact dat Remy doesn’t ‘ave to stay dere if he don’ want to.” He leaned into her, placing his arm around her, dragging her bottom closer so that her thigh rested against his. “Dat is one of de first lessons Remy learned when he was on de street – find a safe place to hole up. ‘Sides which – it is very cozy up ‘ere. And private.”

He watched her swallow at his innuendo, and this time in the soft light he could see her fierce flush. She fiddled with her glass and then suddenly swallowed the contents, grabbing his before he could say anything and upending that as well.

“Look, Chere.” He said, rubbing the small of her back “Remy din’ really mean anythin’ by ‘dat. We don’ do anythin’ till y’re ready, accordez?

She didn’t say anything in reply. Standing, she took both glasses over to the makeshift table, setting them down. She then walked back to him, hips swaying softly beneath the bulk of his shirt, watching him with her captivating golden eyes. Stopping in front of him, she placed one foot to either side of his, and reached up, pulling out the band still holding her hair in a ponytail, letting her dark glossy locks tumble to her shoulders. Despite having seen his share of provocatively dressed women, he doubted that he had ever seen something so erotic as her standing over him, wearing an oversized black shirt with her baby blue pajama bottoms underneath, her gaze lighting a fire within his veins.

“Mon Dieu.” His hands trailed up her legs almost of their own violation, grasping her by her hips to pull her gently down to him. She followed willingly, straddling his thighs, tipping her head to press her lips to his. Her fingers traced the bareness of his chest, and shoulders, tickling slightly. He couldn’t remember ever being so completely aroused in his life.

He cupped his hands over her bottom, and pulled her flush against him, groaning at the contact. She tossed her head back in a gasp, baring her long line of her neck for him to tease. He held her tightly to him lipping his way to the neckline of his shirt, snaking one arm up under the black cotton to tease his fingertips up and down her spine. She rocked her hips slightly at that, making him grunt in startlement as all the remaining blood in his head promptly joined the rest in heading down south. He moved both hands up to her waist, slowly bringing them and the shirt up with it till he slipped it over her head, as she watched him with heavily lidded eyes. Tossing it to the side, he smiled up at her before pulling her bare chest against his, mouth meeting hers once again.

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She hadn’t imagined this whenever she had pictured doing it for the first time. Somehow it didn’t matter that it was in a dark and dusty attic, on an old lumpy mattress. It was the fact that she was with a man who understood and respected her, and she trusted him. She tightened her fingers on his shoulders as he followed the path of her throat again, rocking against him slightly again when he reached the nape of her neck. She could feel the heat of him against her, and reveled in the power of her control of his reactions.

She squeaked in surprise when he suddenly rolled her off him, but he was quick in following her to the mattress, teeth teasing her collar bone. One hand had come up to cup a breast again, his thumb gently grazing the tip. He looked up at her, while sliding down her body a little, that devilish gleam to his eyes making her melt. The sudden heat of his mouth as he bent to tongue her nipple made her suck in a quick breath, her back arching under him, one of her hands tangling in his hair. He chuckled at her reaction, and kept at it, his arm supporting his weight while the other was free to roam up and down her leg and buttock.

Realizing that they were going to quickly reach the point of no return, she spoke while she had the will to do so. “Remy?”

He stopped for a minute, looking up at her. “Oui?”

“Um…well…it’s just that. Oh shit!” She was floundering for the words, her cheeks flaming. “It’s just that, well…being as you’ve been around, you know.” Oh yeah, that sounded just great!

His russet hair glowed a dull red in the candlelight, lighting up at the edges like it was a flame itself. His teeth gleamed whitely in the dim light as he lay grinning at her, the bastard. “Oui?”

“Well…you didn’t catch anything did you?”

Remy chuckled at that, pressing one kiss the upper swell of one breast before scooting up to cup her face in both hands. “Remy went to ‘de clinic all ‘de time to get checked up. Got ‘de papers to prove it.” He raised one eyebrow in an overdone lewd look. “An’ he always wrapped ‘de package.” Rising off of her he reached towards his back jean pocket, his face suddenly going comically blank, as he shoved himself on his knees, his other hand quickly clapping down on his other butt cheek.

“Je n’y crois pas!” A string of what she had little doubt were the foulest French words that she had ever had the pleasure of hearing followed his through examination of all his pockets.

She couldn’t resist laughing at him. He looked bemusedly back at her, one eyebrow arched. “I don’ know what you fin’ all dat funny about ‘dis chere. It be a bit of a cramp in our plans, non?”

Rolling up on one elbow, she pointed to one edge of the bed. “Pass me my bag.” He scooped it up, setting it on the bed beside her. She reached into it, triumphantly coming up with a handful of foil packets that glittered in the candlelight.

He looked stunned for a moment, mouth open. Poking his finger through the pile, taking a quick inventory, he began laughing so hard that tears formed in the corner of his eyes. “Y’ have a high opinion of Remy’s virility, Chere.”

She couldn’t resist laughing along with him. “I nearly forgot I had them in there – the nurse gave them to me when we all had our physicals done.”

“Well, y’ remind Remy to buy dat nurse a box of chocolates or sometin’.” He clapped on hand dramatically to his chest. “Remy thought his heart stopped beatin’ for a minute ‘dere.”

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She looked so lovely with her dark hair fanned out over the covers, golden eyes sparkling as she laughed up at him. His chest tightened in a weird way. He suddenly felt very protective of her, and he kind of wished that they could stay in this moment. Smiling back at her, he abandoned the pile of foil packages, leaned down over her again covering her body with his, and kissed her passionately.

He groaned as the little vixen ground up against him, her nipples dragging across his chest. He ran his one hand down her side, cupping her buttock to pull her into him, feeling a tad frustrated at the cloth separating them. He sucked hard at her neck, before backing off a little, breathing deeply in an attempt to calm himself down a little. This was the fille’s first time after all, and he didn’t want it to be over before it barely began – they had plenty of time.

Returning to teasing her with light nips, he trailed down her neck again, nuzzling the area between her breasts before suckling on one nipple again, delighting in the noises she was making. His hand ran down one thigh, stopping to wrap his fingers gently around the back of her knee, coaxing her to open her leg slightly. She shuddered as he dragged his fingers back up the inside of her leg, crying out a little as he gently rested his hand over her center. He teased her a little bit through the fabric, a chuckle rumbling in his chest as she lifted her hips to meet him, while he backed off a little, keeping the touch light.

He brought his hand back up to her waist, taking a moment to smile up to her slight frown of disappointment. Holding her gaze, he slid his hand back down to her hip, catching his thumb in the elastic of her pajama bottoms, dragging them slowly down. Levering himself up he slipped the fabric down her legs, taking a moment to admire her long shapely limbs, before letting the pajamas puddle to the floor.

TJ looked at him, face bright with embarrassment again as she fiddled with the side of her cotton, rose-bud bedecked girlish panties. “I didn’t expect you to visit when I got dressed for bed tonight.”

“Dere jus’ fine.” Actually, they were damn hot in a weird way. They made her look more wholesome somehow, and he had always liked the way that cotton clung to a woman. He shushed her with a kiss, pushing her back down, and then nuzzled at her stomach, his fingers returning to tease ever so slightly at her panties again, his groin giving a lurch at the moist heat of her.

Her breathing had gotten ragged, and she was unconsciously pressing down on his head slightly as she ran her fingers through his hair. Grinning, he obeyed her unspoken command and trailed his way lower, pausing for a moment to tease at the top of her panty-line before he pushed himself lower on the bed, splaying her legs gently with his upper arms. He licked and nipped up her right thigh, fingers returning to play again against her, carefully trying to ease the cotton to one side when he felt a sudden ticklish touch run down his left shoulder.

“Merde!” Memories of the thick cloud of cobwebs that he had evicted out of this area sprang to mind and brought with them thoughts of the undoubtedly large spiders that created them. He brought his right hand up to swat away the insect, but it clapped down on something much warmer, and larger. TJ suddenly when rigid beneath him, her eyes flying open.

“Oh my God…I’m sorry!” She brought her legs together over his sides with a snap, his breath whooshing out of him with the force of it. Her face was nearly purple with embarrassment and she looked almost ready to break into tears.

He realized what it was and kept his hand firmly on the spade of her tail, keeping it pinned to his shoulder. “Why are you sorry?” He placed his lips to her hip, before meeting her gaze again. “It’s a part of you, Chere, and it makes you unique.” He slowly let the pressure off of her tail, wrapping his fingers around it to keep her from retracting it and drawing it around to examine it in the candlelight.

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She lay there, cheeks burning like they were on fire as he held her tail in front of his face, examining it. All she wanted was for the earth to roll up and swallow her right then. Why did she have to be born with a tail of all things! It was forever getting in the way, or freaking people out!

But Remy didn’t seem all that squeamed out. He trailed one finger from the tip of the point up along the length of it. She gasped in surprise at the shiver that ran through her body at that. He just flashed his teeth at her in a quick grin and then kissed the flat of the spade. TJ laid still, shocked. She had known that her tail was sensitive, having shut it in enough doors to realize that, but she hadn’t ever paid attention to the fact that touching it could feel good. Certainly not this good!

Her heart was still hammering nervously as he played with it a bit more, scattering a few more kisses along the length of it. Remy leaned into her again. “Leave it, Chere, Remy find it sexy.” His warm breath ticked her ear.

He finally let it go and she whipped it away from between them, laying it on the bed beside her, the tip of it lashing nervously from side to side. He shook his head at her, one eyebrow raised, clucking his tongue against his teeth. She blushed fiercely, but lifted it up gain, choosing to twine it around one of his legs.

“Much better” he said, his face breaking into his trademark grin.

He scattered kisses all over her body, taking his time, and she found herself slowly relaxing again. The kisses began to soften into licks and nips and she arched herself up, letting her thighs drift open again when he nudged them. She felt him tug inquiringly at he sides of her panties and so she lifted her bottom slightly off the mattress, feeling a little bereft of his warmth as he backed off to draw them down.

The heat of his torso, pressed against her when he returned to kissing her mouth and neck was heavenly. She ran her fingers across his tanned shoulders and down his back, feeling adrift in the waves of pleasure that were coursing through her. He began to slide down her body again and started nipping lightly at her thighs, she moaned, tipping her head back and letting her eyes close, gripping the sheets beneath her.

She cried out loudly when he moved to the apex of her thighs, her breaths coming out almost in whimpers. Nothing in her life had prepared her for the pleasure that she was experiencing and from the sounds of it, Remy was enjoying himself too. She let herself go, riding the sensation, unaware and uncaring about what she was doing as she concentrated solely on the sensation of Remy’s mouth on her.

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He could feel her arousal building, and reveled in the fact that it was him that was showing it to her for the first time. Moving one hand up from its resting place on her thigh, the used just the tip of his one finger to further excite her, waiting till she let her mouth drift open, no longer trying to keep her cries back. He then carefully pushed it within her, pleased that her hips raised up to meet his advances.

“Remy…” her voice was thick and rich with her need. She looked at him almost pleadingly.

He met her eyes, richly glowing in the semi lit room. “Oui, Chere?” He added a twitch for good measure.

“Oh…God.” She had shut her eyes at that, but they opened again and she beckoned to him with her hands. Withdrawing his hand, he scooted back up the bed into her waiting arms. She kissed him for a minute, her hands drifting to his waist to fumble at his belt. He helped her with the buckle, laughing as she jerked his fly open, her hands shoving at his pants.

“Easy chere, y’ might do Remy some damage ‘dere.” He slid his pants and boxers down in one fluid easy movement, and leaned back in to kiss her, only to be stopped by a hand firmly planted in the middle of his chest.

“Wait.” She whispered, her eyes drinking him in. Remy felt a slight blush of his own come on at that – while he was far from modest, he wasn’t used to a woman inspecting him with the thoroughness that TJ was showing. He was a little surprised when she sat up, bending her legs to tuck them beneath her and kissed him, pushing him back against the mattress.

She lay down beside and partially on top of him, her body a pleasant weight of warm mouth and soft breasts. It was his turn to suck in a deep breath as she left his mouth for a sensitive earlobe, before nipping her way down his neck. Inching her way down his chest she circled around one of his flat nipples, before grazing her teeth over it. He hissed his breath out, trying to control himself, willing his body into stillness to allow her to explore a bit. She looked up over his chest and flashed him a wonderful smile as she traced her hand even lower. He watched as she brushed gentle fingers over the length of him, and he involuntary bucked his hips to meet her. Looking deliciously wanton, with her hair mussed and tumbled down her back, lips swollen from kisses, she held his gaze as she timidly took him within her hand, stroking a couple of times before she found the rhythm that slowly drove him mad.

He grabbed her hand by the wrist before she could push him to far, and pulled her against him, rolling her back over to her back. “Y’ are enough to drive a man mad, Chere.” He scattered a couple of kisses against her temples. “Are y’ sure?”

She nodded, the pretty flare of her blush coloring her cheeks again, and he grabbed one of the gleaming foil packets, ripping it open with his teeth quickly donning the condom held within. He noticed that she watched this procedure with a bit of hilarity, but when he finished and leaned back over her for another kiss, she was nearly trembling at the unknown.

“It be OK, just breathe.” He whispered in her ear. “Remy’ll be gentle, and if you say stop, he will.” He returned gentle fingers to her warmth raising her back to a fever pitch before he slid his body between her legs. He met her eyes, smiling down at her as he pressed his length into her.

At that her eyes flew open and she dug her nails into his biceps, so he held still for a while until she had adjusted and relaxed a little, and then began a slow tempo, the warmth of her driving him insane. He bent his head to her neck, one hand supporting her breast his thumb tracing gentle circles over her nipple, encouraging her response. Before long her moans joined his grunts of pleasure, and he could feel that she was so very close by the way that her body fairly hummed with tension. He was sucking in deep breaths trying desperately to hang onto himself long enough to take her there.

“Come for me, ma Coeur.” He breathed into on ear, nipping slightly at the point. With that she arched beneath him with a moaning sigh, and he thrust within her a couple more times before following her with a throaty yell.

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They lay together with a light blanket over their bodies, limbs pleasantly intertwined, her head on his chest, fingers playing with the auburn hairs there. He played with her hair, running his hands through the thick dark strands, briefly massaging at her scalp now and then.

“Whatcha thinkin’ Chere?” He asked, his voice sounding funny rumbling through her ear like that.

“Nothing much…just kind of lying here enjoying it.” She turned to smile at him, briefly kissing him, before propping her chin in one hand, eyes twinkling at him with a mischievous look. His eyes narrowed at hers in suspicion. “What does ‘nome dea dew dea bordello dea merd’ mean?”

He frowned at her in confusion for a minute, before he evidently made sense of what she had said and then he laughed. “Where did y’ learn a thin’ like dat chere?”

She swatted him. “You said it! When you found that you had forgotten a certain crucial piece of equipment…”

“Oh…” He turned a bit red at that. “It be a very foul bit of language, Chere.” She just kept staring at him. “OK!” He grinned at her, slapping her bottom lightly. “Nom de dieu de bordel de merde means…” He paused for a minute, obviously seeking the English equivalent. “Um…Goddamn fucking shit almighty.”

She laughed till she started to feel tears gather at the corner of her eyes. “Trust the little bit of French I now know to be something that I couldn’t say in class.” She said, gasping for breath.

He just grinned unrepentantly, and drew her back to lay along side of him, leaning up to quickly blow the candle out with a breath.

FINIS!!

Je n'y crois pas! = I don’t believe this

Nom de dieu de bordel de merde! = Goddamn fucking shit almighty! (lit. “name of god of brothel of shit”)