July 1955. Hotel suite in Strasbourg. Air thick with banquet echoes. Door clicks shut. Heart hammers. Louise sits on bed’s edge. White nightgown clings. Hands clasped tight between thighs. Eyes drop to floor. Virgin fear pulses.
I stand frozen. Uniform chafes. Cock strains against trousers. She’s mine now. Skin flushes hot. Pulse races in my throat. War scars throb—leg stiff, lungs burn. But her? Pure. Round. Ripe.
The Fever Ignites
She lifts gaze. “Maman says I belong to you. Obey you.” Voice trembles. Bullshit. “No, Louise. You’re my wife. If you want.” Smile blooms. Mischief sparks those hazel eyes.
She rises. Fingers graze my jacket. Unbuttons slow. Heart slams ribs. Breath quickens. She peels shirt off. Folds it perfect. Pants next. Kneels. Eyes lock mine. Caleçon tents. She tugs it down. Cock springs free. Veins bulge. Head gleams wet.
Her breath ghosts tip. Pulse thunders ears. Skin prickles sweat. She whispers, “Book said men like this in mouth.” Lips part. Tongue flicks. Warm. Wet. Inexperienced suck. Eyes never leave mine. Shaft throbs. Balls tighten. Fire surges veins.
I pull her up. Mouth crashes hers. Tongue invades. Taste coffee, innocence. Hands roam. Nightgown bunches. Rip it off. Toss away. Naked glory. Full tits. Pink nipples harden. Belly soft. Bush dark triangle. Thighs quiver.
Knead breasts. Firm. Heavy. Nipples peak under thumbs. She gasps. Heartbeat drums through skin. Mine matches. Fever boils. Cock weeps pre-cum. Press against her. Heat radiates. Pussy lips part under shaft. Slick already.
“Henri…” Moan escapes. Fingers dig shoulders. Nails bite. Urgency claws gut. Bed looms. Push her down. Legs splay. Pussy blooms. Pink. Wet. Virgin slit pulses.
The Blaze Consumes
The blaze erupts. Cockhead nudges entrance. Her eyes widen. Fear. Hunger. “It’ll hurt first time,” she breathes. Thrust. Breach. Tight walls grip. Velvet vice. She cries out. Back arches. Claws rake chest.
Pound deeper. Rhythm savage. Hips slam. Sweat slicks bodies. Slap of flesh echoes. Tits bounce wild. Nipples graze chest hair. Her moans rise. “More! Henri!” Legs wrap waist. Heels dig ass. Pull me in.
Heat explodes. Pussy clenches. Juices flood. Cock pistons merciless. Balls slap clit. Heart explodes chest. Lungs seize—scarred but alive. Flip her. On knees. Ass up. Round cheeks glow red from slaps. Plunge from behind.
Grip hips. Bruise marks form. Ram harder. Deeper. G-spot hit. She screams. Body shakes. Orgasm rips her. Walls milk shaft. Cum boils. Hold back. Flip again. Face to face. Eyes lock. Thrust final. Erupt. Seed floods womb. Pulse after pulse. Bodies fuse in fire.
Collapse. Chests heave. Sweat pools between. Skin burns hot. Pussy twitches around softening cock. She smiles. Mischief returns. Fingers trace scar on cheek. “Again?” Heart skips. Night endless.
Dawn creeps. Bodies spent. Skin still fevered. Cum leaks thighs. Her head on chest. Heartbeats sync slow. Unique. Devouring. Dangerous love born in blaze. Louise. My fire. Forever.