‘You’re ready…’ he kissed, seeing te faraway look in her eyes as she rode him in jerking movements of her body.
‘Try me,’ she gasped as her tongue explored his mouth, and he moved his fingers around the flimsy barrier and pushed them gently over, then past, the lips of her moistened folds once more. She gave a little gasp as he continued to brazenly progress in his touches and that Marguerite knew would breach her defences, such as they still were.
‘I should stop you,’ she gasped. ‘I don’t suppose you have anything with you…to make this safe?’
‘No…I’m sorry. Who’d want to be screwed by a tramp?’
‘I do…go on!’
Emile wanted to enjoy a long, slow ride and to lustfully claim her, to know of Marguerite’s moist heat and that his touches had already aroused in her.
‘And I must be crazy to let you go on…but do that,’ she kissed urgently, her tongue deep in his mouth in response to his delighting, questing touches that she knew would bring her on if she let him continue. ‘Slower…go slower…please?’
‘You’re in charge…’
‘No, Emile…you are. You have been from the moment we met. I saw it in your eyes…in your look on me out there on the street.’
What she told him was only partly true.
Moving his hand from her legs, Emile now began to unzip her dress and drew it from her shoulders. As she was, unashamedly, wearing no bra he made instant contact with her fleshy, warm breasts, soon tugged on her inviting nipples that he rolled between his lips and sucked on. Squirming to help him, Marguerite stood up; soon felt him quickly pull her dress down over her body. He then began to kiss her belly and to suck on her straining nipples, taking each breast in his hungering mouth as she leant over him.
‘Where?’ he murmured, breaking free of their kisses.
‘In the bedroom,’ she breathed hotly as he stood up. Marguerite could feel his penis grinding against her bum and thought they should move to somewhere a little more comfortable.
‘Are you sure, after what you’ve told me?’
She looked back at him, distracted. ‘No, good point…on the banque, then, over there. I’ll dim the lights.’
She led him over to the sofa and quickly stepped out of her thong, threw herself back onto the cushions and waited for him to remove the clothes that he had discovered. The sight of this stranger, in her ex-lover’s clothes, had a surprising effect upon her.
‘What?’ Emile couldn’t help but grin.
‘You…that’s ‘what’…now come here to me!’ What he offered would breach any remaining defences she had.
He had his weaknesses, but the naked woman before him was now like an opiate that he had no wish to kick. Spontaneity was everything, and he had to share with Marguerite the rush of fulfilment after all that had been embarked upon.
‘No finesse…no waiting! Just bring it all to me!’ she cried out, reaching for Emile’s trembling flesh and making her claims upon him impossible to withstand. He stood over her as she sucked and worked him with her hands and mouth but soon relented.
‘Me now, you beautiful wonder of the night…’
Emile went down on his knees, gently pushed her legs wider apart and buried his face in her bush. She repositioned herself by drawing herself up, grabbing the back of the sofa and forcing the lower portion of her body upwards. Emile extended his arms to grasp her narrow waist and continued to greedily nuzzle wet pussy lips; pressed fingers to her to vary these claims upon her.
As she twisted and turned her body, in a passionate frenzy, he moved into an upright position, pinning her arms and pushing her thighs apart before forcing his cock into her moist heat with purposeful, sinuous movements of his hips and deepening thrusts soon finding her and opening the way to these claims.
‘I should have known!’ Marguerite squealed, clamping his body with her arms and legs as he drove deep into her; Marguerite meeting his movements and soon gyrating her hips, as if to share in a dance and coaxing each other to enjoy in a shared climax.
‘You wonder…you crazy wonder!’ he gasped, unable to still her claims on him and struggling to now control the action. ‘It’s a new take on the lady and the tramp…’
‘Just fuck me…don’t say anything, for now!’ she gasped on a soft laugh as he joked about their circumstances.
Emile was content to keep doing what she encouraged from him. H could see her tits bounce from side to side with every thrust, but she wanted to change his point of entry and pushing him off for a few seconds she turned and soon had her back towards him. Leaning forward, and resting on the cushions of the sofa, Marguerite encouraged him to grab onto the tumble of her breasts as he entered her once more.
‘You are a wonder…a wild wonder!’ He was soon pistoning into Marguerite’s body, his hands gripping her hips to keep her on him and to keep his balance, the sway of his body stretching her in ways that had her calling out to him.
‘No stopping…no stopping now!’ she yelled as his entry devastated her control of what was happening between them. Emile bumped furiously against her tight buttocks with increasing intensity, his hands tightly clasping her breasts, kneading and tugging on them. ‘Hey…go easy on them!’
‘Sure…but they’re wonderful…as you are!’ he called out on loud gasps of breath.