bed that I hadn't yet noticed. Louis gently lowered us both into the floating cloud and started ravaging my mouth like a caveman. He knelt between my parted legs and we kissed each other fiercely. Tongues lapping, teeth biting lips, lips sucking face. Every once in a while his fingers moved between our lips, almost as if his lips and fingers were in competition for contact with my mouth. He was making these sounds in the back of his mouth that I could feel resonating all the way in my stomach.
"Emily, you here … in my bed … feels incredible … thank you," he said between kisses. "I know you're a little overwhelmed but please baby, I need you to touch me. I need to know you want this as much as I do."
That's when I realized I'd been holding myself propped up on my elbows, virtually immobile and rigid for the last few minutes of our heated commingling. I let go with one of my propped hands and started touching his chest. He pulled back and removed his V-neck t-shirt in one swift move and threw it out of our floating barge. I took in my first view of Louis Bruel shirtless. I didn't even want to blink for fear of missing a nanosecond of this view. It wasn't fair for someone to look as good as he looked. His perfect body was a sight to behold. I couldn't take my eyes off his ripped chest, the bulging biceps. Oh God, the lean torso. Every muscle was defined and strained. His broad chest rose and fell, trying to take in deep breaths. I just wanted to keep touching and feeling him until my alarm clock finally went off and I needed to wake up. There was no way this was my life! He decided I'd touched him enough. He climbed back over me and laid me flat down.
"You like what you see, little girl?" he asked me cockily.
I don't think there's a woman, man, or child alive who wouldn't like the sight of Louis Bruel half-naked. He also decided that I'd seen enough and started kissing me again. He was kneading my swollen breasts with his long, adroit fingers. I knew that all he had to do was find my nipples and I'd come apart for him. A few minutes or hours later he pulled away from my lips. Very slowly and softly he moved his lips down my neck and then found my breasts. Running his tongue over the fabric of my dress he lingered between my breasts.
"Nobody should smell this good. You're going to fucking drive me crazy."
He was inhaling my scent and then continued his journey down my stomach. He was breathing and nibbling through my cotton dress. I found that extremely ticklish. I immediately started giggling and drawing my legs up to stop his heavenly torment.
"You think it's funny what I'm about to do to you, little girl?"
That comment sobered me up, and trepidation crept in. He cocked an eyebrow and smiled sensually at me. Louis ran his fingertips from my hips down my now fully exposed bare legs.
"Relax, baby. I won't hurt you … I just need to worship at your altar for a little bit or I'll lose my mind."
His voice was so deep and sexy. His touch sent goose bumps all over my body. When he got to my feet he very smoothly untied my espadrilles. One by one he removed my shoes. He took each of my feet, which fit completely into his large hands. Very slowly he started running his finger up and down my arch. I was ready to come just from that act alone. But no, that would've been too easy. I closed my eyes in pleasure and moaned out a rendition of his name. I then, very unexpectedly, felt his tongue on my feet where his fingers had just finished their delicious assault. This was insane. This feeling was like nothing my body had ever felt before. His hot tongue licking my feet and sucking my toes felt incredibly erotic.
"Louis, stop!"
"Stop what, baby? Doesn't this feel good?"
"It feels too good," I managed to exhale.
"Then I won't stop. I'm tasting every inch of you, Emily. I've dreamt this scenario in my head all night."
He ran his hands, followed by his tongue, up my legs. I was clenching my legs close together to try to give
"Emily, you here … in my bed … feels incredible … thank you," he said between kisses. "I know you're a little overwhelmed but please baby, I need you to touch me. I need to know you want this as much as I do."
That's when I realized I'd been holding myself propped up on my elbows, virtually immobile and rigid for the last few minutes of our heated commingling. I let go with one of my propped hands and started touching his chest. He pulled back and removed his V-neck t-shirt in one swift move and threw it out of our floating barge. I took in my first view of Louis Bruel shirtless. I didn't even want to blink for fear of missing a nanosecond of this view. It wasn't fair for someone to look as good as he looked. His perfect body was a sight to behold. I couldn't take my eyes off his ripped chest, the bulging biceps. Oh God, the lean torso. Every muscle was defined and strained. His broad chest rose and fell, trying to take in deep breaths. I just wanted to keep touching and feeling him until my alarm clock finally went off and I needed to wake up. There was no way this was my life! He decided I'd touched him enough. He climbed back over me and laid me flat down.
"You like what you see, little girl?" he asked me cockily.
I don't think there's a woman, man, or child alive who wouldn't like the sight of Louis Bruel half-naked. He also decided that I'd seen enough and started kissing me again. He was kneading my swollen breasts with his long, adroit fingers. I knew that all he had to do was find my nipples and I'd come apart for him. A few minutes or hours later he pulled away from my lips. Very slowly and softly he moved his lips down my neck and then found my breasts. Running his tongue over the fabric of my dress he lingered between my breasts.
"Nobody should smell this good. You're going to fucking drive me crazy."
He was inhaling my scent and then continued his journey down my stomach. He was breathing and nibbling through my cotton dress. I found that extremely ticklish. I immediately started giggling and drawing my legs up to stop his heavenly torment.
"You think it's funny what I'm about to do to you, little girl?"
That comment sobered me up, and trepidation crept in. He cocked an eyebrow and smiled sensually at me. Louis ran his fingertips from my hips down my now fully exposed bare legs.
"Relax, baby. I won't hurt you … I just need to worship at your altar for a little bit or I'll lose my mind."
His voice was so deep and sexy. His touch sent goose bumps all over my body. When he got to my feet he very smoothly untied my espadrilles. One by one he removed my shoes. He took each of my feet, which fit completely into his large hands. Very slowly he started running his finger up and down my arch. I was ready to come just from that act alone. But no, that would've been too easy. I closed my eyes in pleasure and moaned out a rendition of his name. I then, very unexpectedly, felt his tongue on my feet where his fingers had just finished their delicious assault. This was insane. This feeling was like nothing my body had ever felt before. His hot tongue licking my feet and sucking my toes felt incredibly erotic.
"Louis, stop!"
"Stop what, baby? Doesn't this feel good?"
"It feels too good," I managed to exhale.
"Then I won't stop. I'm tasting every inch of you, Emily. I've dreamt this scenario in my head all night."
He ran his hands, followed by his tongue, up my legs. I was clenching my legs close together to try to give
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