His smirk was so sexy it sent shivers racing up my spine. “Now that I have your attention again, are you ready for more?”
“Yes!”
He shifted his weight forward a bit as he adjusted his grip on me. I gasped as he alternated between short and shallow thrusts, then pushed in deeper. As his hips rocked and rolled against me to the rhythm of an unheard song, my body moved in sync with his as I surrendered to him. I writhed under his amazing talent, ascending to a new echelon of sexual nirvana as he hit something inside me that made me cry out his name. It felt so good that I didn’t resist when he guided my legs up and over his shoulders to let him plunge into me with more speed.
I forgot how to breathe, how to think, how to do anything other than feel incredible. Nothing else in the world mattered other than the endless loop of pleasure echoing between us. Every pump of his hips sent me higher than I thought possible as I held on for the ride. I loved the way he ran his hands along my thighs before cupping my ass to use it to guide my movements.
He encouraged me to move my legs around his waist again, freeing him to lean forward and making me shout as the shift in angles detonated fireworks within me. I reached out to loop my arms over his neck, burying my fingers in his hair as I held on and gasped his name while I clung to him.
When he murmured something in French, it sent shudders through me as it pushed me to my very limits. I kissed him with desperate need, needing him more than my next breath.
Pressure built up at dizzying speeds. I was in real danger of my heart giving out from the overwhelming experience. Everything happened at once as he reached between us and took hold of my renewed erection. He climaxed inside me as he pumped my cock twice, causing me to explode all over his fist as his name got caught in my throat.
The world went fuzzy as every fiber of my being vibrated with sexual satisfaction. It left me speechless and incapable of thought as I continued clinging to him. Even after he pulled out to settle beside me, I couldn’t do anything other than try to remember how to breathe as I rested my head on his shoulder. He rubbed my bicep as he held me, setting off more bombs of desire inside me. I was boneless on him, content to ride out the afterglow in his arms.
It took a while before I shifted positions. I hadn’t believed him earlier when he claimed to have grays, but that close, I spied a few of them hiding amongst his dark hair. They made him even more handsome to my eyes. I reached out to toy with a few silver strands.
His voice had a rumble of laughter in it. “You’re checking for gray hair, aren’t you?”
“Sorry, I couldn’t resist.”
Thankfully, he sounded amused and not mad. “Should I dye my hair to hide them so you don’t feel like you’re dating agrand-père?”
“No, because I like them.”
“Ah, so you’ll be counting down the days until I turn into a silver fox, eh?”
The implication of our relationship lasting that long filled me with a burst of sunshine. “I never thought that would appeal to me.”
“But it does?”
“Only with you.” I snuggled against him with a contented sigh. “You make everything look good, including gray hair.”
He squeezed me tighter, making my soul sing. “You’re so adorable, I should start calling youmon petit chou.”
The idea of him giving me a pet name made me unexpectedly squeal in delight. “What’s that mean?”
“‘My little cream puff,’ which is appropriate since you’re cute, sweet, and I want to eat you right up.”
How could I say no to something so adorable? “I’d be okay with that.”
“In that case,je t’aime,mon petit chou.” He shifted us to press two kisses on my forehead.
“I love you, too.” I couldn’t believe how easy it was to confess that when I had fumbled doing it with my past ex-girlfriends. “I have to work on a pet name, though. I’ve never given one before, so the first thing that popped into my head is inappropriate.”
He chuckled at the thought. “If it’s the right kind of inappropriate, I wouldn’t object.”
“Anyone who knows Japanese would give me funny looks if I called you ‘iroppoi.’”
He hummed with interest. “Why?”
“Because it means ‘sexy.’”
“I love that the first word you think of about me is that.” Repositioning us so he could look at me, the playfulness in his blue eyes melted me further. “In that case, wouldn’t it be self-evident why you’re calling me that?”
It was impossible not to laugh at how right he was. “Yeah, but it’s not technically a term of endearment. It’s more of an aesthetic observation. I mean, I could call you just ‘iro’ and leave off the ‘ppoi’ part, but that’s weird, too.”
“Is that the ‘sex’ part of sexy?”
