Back in my Strasbourg apartment, the air thick with tension after that endless dinner fight. Smoke from the restaurant still clung to my clothes, her tailleur stained with spilled Vendanges Tardives. Anne-Sophie glared, cheeks flushed, breath quick. ‘You and your fucking cigarettes,’ she hissed, but her eyes burned different—hungry. Door slammed. Bedroom door next. Dim light from the new lamp she’d hate tomorrow. Heart hammered. Pulse in my throat. She shoved me against the wall, nails digging shoulders. Lips crashed. Tongue invaded, tasting wine and rage. Hands yanked her blouse open. Buttons popped. Skin hot, feverish. Goosebumps under my palms. She bit my lip hard. Blood taste mixed with hers. ‘Fuck me now,’ she growled. No more words. My cock throbbed, straining pants. Hers fingers clawed zipper down. Grip tight, stroking rough. Breath ragged. Sweat beaded foreheads. Room spun. Urgency clawed guts. Lost control. Pushed her to bed. Fresh sheets crumpled under us. Her legs wrapped waist. Pulled me close. Heat radiated. Hearts synced, pounding wild. Kiss deepened, bodies grinding. Fabric tore. Naked now. Skin slapped skin. Her nipples hard peaks against chest. I sucked one, teeth grazing. Moan escaped, low animal. Hand slid down, fingers probed wet folds. Soaked. Clit swollen, pulsing. She arched, hips bucked. ‘Inside. Now.’
She flipped me. Straddled thighs. Eyes locked, feral. Cockhead teased entrance. Slid down slow, then slammed full. Tight heat gripped vise-like. Gasped together. Rhythm built frantic. Hips slammed. Sweat poured, slick bodies sliding. Nails raked back, drawing red lines. Pain spiked pleasure. Thrust deeper, harder. Balls slapped ass. Her tits bounced wild. Grabbed them, pinched. Screamed my name. ‘Stéphane! Fuck!’ Pussy clenched, milking. Heart raced thunder. Breath burned lungs. Lost in red haze. Flipped again. Pinned wrists. Legs over shoulders. Pounded merciless. Wet sounds filled room. Gush of her juices coated thighs. Fingers found clit, rubbed furious circles. Body shook. Orgasm hit her first—walls spasmed, squirted hot. Screech echoed. Mine built, balls tightened. ‘Coming,’ grunted. Pulled out last second. Spurted ropes across belly, tits. Collapsed atop, heaving. Cum smeared between us. Kissed sloppy, tongues lazy now.
The Fever
Skin still burned, sticky sheen. Hearts slowed, thudding steady. She traced patterns in sweat on chest. Smiled wicked, eyes soft. ‘We’re moving in together.’ No question. Nodded, pulled closer. Legs tangled. Breath synced calm. Dog’s coat rustled outside door—shaved mutt in his Burberry sheepskin. City lights twinkled beyond window. Strasbourg quiet post-midnight. Fingertips ghosted spine. Afterglow hummed. Possessed fully, dangerously. Total. No regrets. Just us, fused in ashes of blaze.