Roissy Terminal 1. 23h. Heart hammers. I spot you dragging your suitcase. Your eyes lock on mine. Smile hits like a spark. Pussy clenches. I rush into your arms. Pubis grinds yours. Your cock stirs against me. Lips crash. Tongues tangle. Sweat beads on my neck. But I pull back. ‘Not here.’
Car ride home. Your hand snakes up my thigh. Fingers brush black stockings. Skin burns under lace. I slap it away. ‘Wait, chéri. All night ahead.’ Pulse races. Nipples harden against bra. Pussy lips swell, dampen shorty. Thighs squeeze tight. Crinkle of nylon fuels your fire. You groan. I smirk. Queen teases her king.
The Fever
Our attic nest under the roofs. Door slams. You pin me to the wall. Hands hike my short sweater dress. Palms grip ass. Fingers probe wet lace. ‘My queen,’ you growl. I twist free, laughing. Heart thuds wild. Skin flushes hot. Dinner waits? No. You lunge. I feign struggle. Thrashing. Gasping. Yielding.
Legs wrap your waist. Nails dig neck. Pussy gapes, dripping. Your cock throbs free. Thick head nudges folds. One thrust. Buried deep. Walls grip savage. Juices squelch. Pubis slams clit. Heart explodes. Breaths sync ragged. Sweat slicks us. I squeeze tighter. Milk you. You piston harder.
The Blaze
Flip me. Face down. Ass up. Dress rucked high. Stockings taut. You rip lace aside. Cock spears. Balls slap. Gush floods. Clit throbs. Fingers claw sheets. Moans rip raw. ‘Fuck your queen!’ Body quakes. Orgasms crash. Yours erupts. Hot jets paint walls. Seed floods. Pussy drinks greedy.
We collapse. Chests heave. Skin glows fevered. Your hand strokes belly. I tremble. Tears well. ‘Chéri… I’m pregnant.’ Silence. Then joy bursts. You crush me gentle. Lips soft now. Heart slows. Cum leaks slow. Pussy purrs sated. Life shifts. Our fire births new flame.