Amelie let out a soft, breathy moan, her head falling back against the ledge as Julien's lips found that sweet spot on her neck, the one that always made her weak in the knees. "Yes," she gasped, tangling her fingers in his dark hair, holding him close as he sucked and licked at the sensitive skin, marking her as his own. "Just like this," she panted, a note of desperate need coloring her words as she arched her hips, pressing herself against the growing bulge in Julien's tailored slacks.
Julien growled low in his throat, a sound of pure, unadulterated desire as he felt Amelie's warmth and softness yielding beneath him. His hand slid down the curve of her waist, her hip, to grip the firm, supple flesh of her ass, squeezing and kneading the pliant muscle as he ground his hips against hers, letting her feel the thick, hard length of his arousal.
"Julien," Amelie whimpered, her voice a needy, breathless cry as she bucked against him, seeking more of that delicious friction, that promise of pleasure and fulfillment. She could feel the heat building between her thighs, the ache of desire that only he could sate.
Julien's hand slid beneath the hem of her sweater, his long fingers splaying across the smooth, warm skin of her lower back, inching higher and higher until he was cupping the soft, heavy weight of her breast, his thumb brushing over the stiff peak of her nipple through the thin lace of her bra.
"Julien, please," Amelie begged, a note of desperation in her voice as she writhed beneath him, her body burning with a need so intense it was almost painful. She could feel the dampness gathering between her thighs, the evidence of her arousal soaking through the fabric of her jeans.
Julien's lips trailed up the column of her throat, his teeth grazing her jawline before he captured her mouth in a searing, hungry kiss, his tongue delving deep to claim her, to taste her, to consume her.
Amelie moaned into the kiss, her fingers tangling in his hair as she held him tight, returning the kiss with equal fervor and need. Julien's hands roamed her curves, squeezing and caressing every dip and swell, his touch igniting fires beneath her skin. He hiked her leg up around his hip, pressing himself harder against her core, the thick ridge of his erection grinding against her cloth-covered sex. Amelie gasped and writhed against him, the friction sending sparks of pleasure shooting through her.
Julien's hand, still under her sweater, pushed the cup of her bra aside to palm her bare breast, his fingers pinching and rolling her stiff nipple. Amelie arched into his touch, a high, keening moan escaping her lips as the pleasure bordered on pain. Julien swallowed the sound, his kiss turning rougher, more demanding, a silent command for her surrender. Amelie gave it willingly, melting against him, her body pliant and ready for his taking.
Julien's hand slid down the curve of Amelie's side, his fingers dipping teasingly beneath the waistband of her jeans before popping open the button and lowering the zipper in one smooth, swift motion. Amelie gasped, her hips jerking as the cool air hit her skin, a fresh wave of arousal crashing over her at the knowledge that Julien was undressing her, baring her to his hungry gaze.
Julien's eyes darkened with lust as he took in the sight of Amelie's black lace panties, the damp patch at the apex betraying her desire. "Mon dieu," he breathed, his voice a low, reverent groan as he brushed his fingers over the drenched fabric, feeling the heat of her sex even through the thin lace. "You're so wet, mon amour," he murmured, his tone a low, flirtatious purr as he rubbed his fingers over her clothed sex, applying a teasing pressure that had Amelie squirming against him, a desperate whimper escaping her kiss-swollen lips.
Julien's fingers dipped beneath the lace, brushing against the slick, swollen folds of Amelie's sex, feeling the evidence of her arousal coating his fingertips. Amelie cried out, a sound of pure, unadulterated pleasure as she bucked against his hand, seeking more of that delicious contact, that promise of release.
Julien's thumb found that sensitive bundle of nerves at the apex of Amelie's sex, circling and rubbing in a slow, deliberate rhythm that had Amelie seeing stars, her body tensing and coiling with the building pressure of her impending orgasm.
"There's no one around," Julien murmured, his voice a low, wicked rasp against the shell of Amelie's ear as he continued his relentless assault on her senses, his fingers never ceasing their maddening rhythm against her most intimate place. "No one can see us up here," he added, his tone a low, sinful purr as he pressed his lips to her neck, his teeth grazing the delicate skin.
Amelie tightened her grip on Julien's hair, her nails digging into his scalp as she held him close, a fierce, desperate look in her eyes. "Idiot," she panted, a note of playful accusation in her tone even as her body trembled with need. "Did I ever ask you to stop?" she challenged, her hips rolling against his hand, seeking more of that delicious friction, that maddening pressure that only he could give her.
Julien's eyes flashed with a wicked, lustful gleam at her words, a slow, sensual smile spreading across his handsome face. "Touché," he murmured, his voice a low, flirtatious purr as he leaned in close, his lips brushing against the sensitive skin just below her ear. "But I thought you might want to be a little more... discreet," he teased, his fingers never ceasing their relentless assault on her sex, stroking and circling her most sensitive spots with a skill and precision that left her breathless.
Amelie could only moan in response, her head falling back against the ledge as Julien's fingers pushed inside her, filling and stretching her, his long digits curling to stroke that special spot deep within her that made her see stars. She could feel her body tightening, the pressure building to a crescendo as Julien's thumb rubbed mercilessly over her clit, pushing her closer and closer to the edge of ecstasy.
Julien's other hand pushed her sweater up and over her breasts, revealing the lacy black bra that barely contained her heaving mounds. He deftly unhooked the front clasp, freeing her breasts to his hungry gaze, his palms cupping and kneading the soft, pliant flesh. Amelie gasped as the cool air hit her nipples, the stiff peaks hardening even further under Julien's touch.
Julien lowered his head, his mouth latching onto one rosy bud, suckling and flicking the sensitive nub with his clever tongue. Amelie cried out, her fingers tangling in his hair as she held him to her breast, arching her back to press herself more fully into his eager mouth. "Julien!" she keened, her voice a high, needy wail as the dual sensations of his fingers pumping in and out of her soaked sex and his lips and tongue lavishing attention on her aching nipples pushed her over the precipice.
Her inner walls clamped down around his invading digits as her orgasm crashed over her, wave after wave of pure, unadulterated bliss radiating out from her core. "Ahhh, don't stop," she begged, even as her body shuddered and convulsed, her juices gushing out to coat Julien's hand and wrist. "Please, hngghh....don't stop!" she cried, tears of ecstasy streaking down her cheeks as she rode out the aftershocks, her hips grinding against his hand, seeking to prolong the exquisite pleasure.