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Post by Francis Bonnefoy on Aug 22, 2010 0:47:51 GMT -5
The second floor apartment was admittedly a little small. The living room holding a single love seat and a recliner along with an oddly large flat screen television on the far wall, while various pictures lined every wall in the home.
It stood to reason that the kitchen was just odd of the living room, much smaller than it should be for the room's occupants, but beggers could never be choosers in this economy. At least it had a small bar counter that looked over towards the kitchen, a few stools sitting under it and remains of a meal in the sink.
The tiny hallway that divided the bedroom from the bathroom had a large canvas painting of the Effiel Tower at the end of it, the left door leading into a bathroom with a full shower/bath (a recent expense, and an expensive one at that) and the right, to the small bedroom with a large king bed dominating over the rest of it..
It had almost taken less time to drive the two blocks to Francis' apartment than it was taking the pair to get to that king sized bed as soon as they got inside of the apartment.
The Frenchman had opened the door and allowed just enough time for Emiliana to head inside, shuting it behind her and pinning her to it, his hands exploring once again as he crushed their lips together. His hand blindly fumbled to lock the door, starting to pull her away from it as he heard the satisfying click.
Why did that damn bedroom have to be so far away?
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Post by Emiliana Guadalupe de León on Aug 22, 2010 1:02:36 GMT -5
For such a short distance, the drive had felt much too long and quiet. Sitting there, in the passenger seat of Francis' car in near silence would have been just the slightest bit awkward had she not been busy shifting and trying to calm herself down.
But now, as she was pressed against his apartment door with a small hum of amusement escaping her lips, Emi was pretty sure that getting to his bedroom was going to take much longer if they didn't hurry up. However, that thought was soon pushed to the side as she felt herself being pulled away from the door and towards what she hoped was his bedroom.
Not bothering to give the place so much as a second glance, Emi allowed herself to be tugged along even as her hips continued to move relentlessly against his.
Hands moving down to grip and undo his belt with deft fingers, Emi broke the kiss with a soft 'smack' and glanced up at Francis beneath her lashes. Face flushed a dark shade of pink and eyes bright, she pushed them both towards the bed as soon as they reached it. Knees on either side of his hips and hands taking hold of his hair, Emi hovered above him with a small, teasing smile. "Francis," she cooed, lips brushing against his. "Ámame."
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Post by Francis Bonnefoy on Aug 22, 2010 2:04:32 GMT -5
Is Emiliana the woman of my dreams?
Francis felt his back hit his bed, the thought instantly springing to his mind as he stared up into the warm brown eyes, half-lidded as she stared back at him. His blood was pumping, heart racing, and his breath was already stolen away by this gorgeous femme.
If he believed in settling down, (or any long-term relationship for that matter) he would've agreed- but this was a one time thing, like normal. They'd have absolutely spine melting sex for most of the night, he'd wake up with sore hips and legs and make breakfast- and then she would leave. That's how it always happened and this time was no different.
He quickly switched their positions, his knee pressing up between her legs and one of his arms under her back to pull her up further into the bed. Their lips didn't stay apart for very long, and Francis plunged his tongue into her mouth as he pulled the belt from his jeans, discarding it.
His free hand went up, carding into the dark hair and finally freeing it from that restrictive bun, groaning slightly as he opened his eyes and allowed himself to look down at her. "My pleasure, ma petite belle," he breathed across her neck, scattering open-mouth kisses.
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Post by Emiliana Guadalupe de León on Aug 22, 2010 2:18:58 GMT -5
Dios, she needed more.
Potential thoughts of possibly stopping before it went to far or of returning back to the dorms before it got too late were swiftly discarded as Emi soon found herself on her back, her tongue sliding against Francis' as his knee pressed against her.
'Why the hell was this man so intoxicating?' Emi thought dimly as she felt his hand slide up through her hair, the long strands falling free and curling around her face, neck, and shoulders. Shivering slightly, she tilted her head back, lips parting as she let out a breathy sigh at the feel of his lips against her neck.
Rocking her hips against his knee, she reached up to place her hands against his chest, fingers moving to quickly undo the buttons of his shirt. Once open, she slid the shirt down his shoulders before moving her hands down along his front once more, her nails gently but teasingly scraping against his torso.
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Post by Francis Bonnefoy on Aug 22, 2010 2:36:20 GMT -5
Francis let out a shuttery breath against the woman's neck, his hand not in her hair starting to pull at a chain on her shoulder, slipping it to the side. He started to kiss down, nibbling on her collarbone and carefully running his hand through the long, soft locks.
"Tu es pour moi la plus belle."
His pants were quickly becoming to tight, the jeans proving to be a little tighter than his body liked. Pulling her up into a sitting position, Francis slid her into his lap, quickly sliding off the other strap as well and assaulting the crook of her neck with his lips again, sucking lightly.
"Tu es tres magnifique."
The Frenchman's voice came out breathy and hot against her skin as he held her tightly, slowly trying to tug the dress down, but not wanting to make her upset with a fast pace.
"Emiliana..."
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Post by Emiliana Guadalupe de León on Aug 22, 2010 2:50:53 GMT -5
"Francis," She wrapped her legs around his waist, bringing them even closer together. "Me estás volviendo loca," She continued, letting out a breathy laugh even as her body trembled at the feel of him hot and hard against her.
Hands splayed against his chest, she gave his lap a teasing grind, eyelashes fluttering as she moaned lightly.
"Cariño," Emi cooed, allowing herself to pull away ever so slightly, if only to allow Francis to slide her dress down, further exposing her to him. Involuntarily flushing, she began to pepper kisses against the side of his neck before biting down gently, only to soothe the hurt with a suckling kiss as she sighed pleasantly against his neck.
However, as much as she appreciated the slow pace, Emi couldn't help but feel slightly impatient. This was a one-time thing and, while she herself found the gesture sweet, it was no time for romance and too-soft-touches. So sliding her hand down once more, she teasingly palmed the bulge pressing against her while tossing the blond a look of mock innocence.
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Post by Francis Bonnefoy on Aug 22, 2010 3:15:14 GMT -5
Francis practically choked out a moan. His lips parted and he looked up at her, a little shocked by her boldness but more than pleased by the move.
Enfer. Maybe she was his soulmate.
It didn't take him long to get the hint, reaching behind Emiliana and easily pulling the hooks apart, sliding her bra off her shoulders and tossing it to the head of the bed. He licked his lips, staring down at what he had only a glimpse of at the club. Mon Dieu...
He laid the Latina back down, lips brushing over the curves of her breasts as his hands made their way down her sides, feeling, grabbing, and squeezing her hips and all the way down to her thighs. The dress slid off easily enough with his help, and he followed it down, lips, tongue and teeth trailing a path down to her thigh as well, avoiding the lacy black thong that honestly-
Francis couldn't wait to get his hands on.
At some point, he noticed that both of them had failed to take off their shoes, snorting inwardly as he set Emiliana's dress aside, manuvering her heels off and kicking off his own before finally crawling back up her body.
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Post by Emiliana Guadalupe de León on Aug 22, 2010 3:28:38 GMT -5
Emi grinned slightly at his response.
However, at the feel of his mouth against her breasts and his hands sliding along her sides, that grin was broken at the release of a breathy moan. With a muffled whimper, her back arched, thighs trembling slightly as she felt his lips and teeth dig into the skin there.
But at the slight pause, Emi glanced down, eyes shining in bemusement as she noticed him tugging there shoes off. "Oops," she muttered before sighing in content as he draped himself on top of her once more.
Wrapping her arms around his shoulders loosely, Emi pulled him in for a chaste kiss before she maneuvered one of her hands back down, sliding over his front so her fingers brushed against his navel before she absently undid his jeans button. Teeth nipping at his jaw and breath fanning hotly against his skin, she slowly pulled the zipper down, knuckles occasionally brushing against his clothed length as she did so.
Nuzzling his cheek absently, Emi brought her other hand down to tug at his jeans, pushing them lower in the process.
Almost.
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Post by Francis Bonnefoy on Aug 22, 2010 3:39:36 GMT -5
Head lolling slightly to the size, Francis allowed her to undo his pants with an aching slowness. His length strained against his boxers and he almost couldn't handle the soft brushes of her hand, his groan thick and heady.
"Vous êtes un tease," he breathed into her ear, licking up the outer shell and nipping slightly. It was hard to not take her then- his pants only a quick tug from off and then only their underclothing dividing them- but his hand busied itself with the ample bust, massaging lightly and flicking his thumb over her nipple.
Emiliana was dangeriously talented at this, at driving him almost mad with how much he wanted her just then. But he held fast, knowing that only better would come after this. "Touchez-moi" he whispered, planting a kiss under her jaw.
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Post by Emiliana Guadalupe de León on Aug 22, 2010 3:54:44 GMT -5
It was surprising just how much she could understand when her mind was so lust muddled that forming coherent thoughts was slowly becoming too much of a challenge.
But, smiling against his jaw, Emi pulled his jeans lower, fingers hooking beneath the waistband of his boxers, thus allowing her to pull both down simultaneously. She paused, however, at the feel of his hand against her breast. "A-Ah," she whimpered, closing her eyes briefly as she arched forward, wanting more.
However, she glanced up, eyes slightly dazed as she heard Francis speak once more.
"Touchez-moi."
Carefully, she slid off his lap before she gently pushed him back until he was reclining on his elbows. Once more, she pulled at his jeans, this time managing to deftly tug both jeans and boxers down and off. For a moment, she only stared, eyes raking up and down before she smirked faintly.
"¿Así?" Emi asked, fingers curling slowly around his length before she squeezed ever so gently.
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Post by Francis Bonnefoy on Aug 22, 2010 15:33:32 GMT -5
Fully exposed and not an ounce shy- he knew what he had to offer after all, and it was nothing to sneeze at- Francis grinned back up at her. One of his hands still went about gently caressing her breast, moving from one to the other until he finally moved down and hooked a finger into the black lace, tugging playfully.
But he sucked in another breath as Emiliana wrapped her small hand around him, squeezing and teasing and Dieu. This really wasn't fair of her.
Francis let his head hang down towards his chest and panted quietly, just slightly biting on his lip. "A-Ah... oui, s'il te plait ma belle- Emiliana. Oui..." he breathed out.
His hand found the spot where her hip met her leg and gripped loosely, just enough to anchor himself to her and massage the tendon there lightly. Maybe two could play at this game.
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Post by Emiliana Guadalupe de León on Aug 22, 2010 15:44:55 GMT -5
Exhaling shakily, Emiliana tightened her grip ever so slightly as she arched her hips forward. Ducking her head down, she nosed the side of his neck before scraping her teeth gently against his skin. Biting down, she began to move her hand up and down slowly, teasingly, while occasionally using her thumb to rub light circles against the head of his length.
Now if only he would just move his hand a bit closer-
Peppering open mouthed kisses along his neck and shoulder, Emiliana hummed before moving, pressing herself down and on top of him once more. Giving his shoulder a rough nip, she squeezed his cock, hand still continuing its languid strokes as she shifted to press her lips against his.
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Post by Francis Bonnefoy on Aug 22, 2010 16:05:04 GMT -5
Francis mused quietly if he was going to have any lovebites after this- with her mouth all over his neck and his pale complexion it was almost guarenteed. He fell back onto his back and moved his other hand up to massage her other leg, pulling her up further and rolling his hips up into Emiliana's.
His hummed breathily into the kiss and smiled slightly, one hand slowly slipping further down to the front of her panties, two fingers just barely pressing up against the heat he could feel radiating from her core.
The way his cock twitched in Emi's hand in anticipation made him groan even more and he chuckled, smirking up at her.
"Vous êtes chauds. Me voulez-vous à l'intérieur ?"
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Post by Emiliana Guadalupe de León on Aug 22, 2010 16:14:11 GMT -5
'D-Damn it,' Emiliana thought, breath coming out in a stuttered gasp as she felt Francis press his fingers against her. There. More. Eyes screwing shut as she ducked her forehead to rest against his shoulder, Emiliana bucked her hips forward slightly even as she carefully, gently, brushed her nails against his cock before giving it a firm, slow jerk.
"Vous êtes chauds. Me voulez-vous à l'intérieur?"
Hearing him speak, she laughed breathily. "Mira," she started, nuzzling into the side of his neck. "My French is not, how do you say, up to par," she tilted her head back slightly, tossing him a small smirk. "But unless I misunderstood..."
A pause.
Her smirk grew.
"What are you waiting for, querido?"
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Post by Francis Bonnefoy on Aug 22, 2010 16:31:02 GMT -5
"Patience is a virtue," Francis whispered back, his smirk matching hers and quickly rolling them over again. He made his way down her body again, pausing at her breasts and teasing them both with his tongue before moving on.
His hands mapped out her body, brushing over every inch of glorious tanned skin and finally resting on the sides of the woman's hips, thumbs hooked in the fabric and playing with it. The Frenchman glanced up, smirking again as he lowered his face to the front of Emiliana's panties, breathing out hotly before placing a light kiss on the core of her heat.
"And good things come to those zat wait and all..." he whispered. "Besides, I do not think you'll mind this, hmm?"
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