The boat rocks in the wild cove near Hautecombe Abbey. Lac du Bourget’s green waters lap at the hull. September sun beats down, but it’s your body that scorches me, Julie. You slide onto my lap, arms around my neck. Your lips crash into mine. Tongues tangle, hot and wet. My heart hammers. Yours pounds against my chest.
Your hand trails down my belly. Fingers grip my cock through my breeches. Stroke. Hard. I swell instantly, rigid, throbbing. Pulse races in my veins. You break the kiss. Drop to your knees on the wooden planks. Belt undone. Breeches shoved down. My cock springs free, veined, purple head glistening. You stare, hungry. Your old husband’s limp shadow can’t compare.
The Fever
Light kisses on the shaft. It jerks. Your hands clutch my ass, pulling me close. Lips part. You take me in, slow. Warm mouth engulfs me. Sigh of bliss escapes you. Tongue swirls the sensitive ridge. Sucks. Licks. Alternates. Pleasure coils in my gut. Pre-cum beads. You lap it up, press for more. Tongue milks the slit. I’m teetering on the edge. Paradise calls. I beg you to stop.
You rise. Mouth releases me with a pop. Cock bobs, slick, aching. One last stroke on my tight balls. You turn. Hike up your skirts. No panties, naughty girl. Hands on boat edges. Ass presented. Back arches. Thighs spread wide. Invitation clear. My blood roars.
I kneel behind your glorious rear. Breath on your quivering pussy. Golden curls frame it. Warm air teases. You arch deeper. Tongue flicks inner lips. Cold-hot breaths on slick folds. You push back. Bury my face in your heat. Nose in crack. Tongue finds your clit, hard under hood. Circles. Flicks. You moan, chain of gasps.
Thighs widen. Pussy drips nectar. I suck your clit hard. You jolt, then grind. Hips buck. Pleasure builds. ‘Oh yes! More! You drive me mad, Alphonse. So good there. Tongue me deeper…’ ‘Even if it’s sin?’ ‘Yes! Don’t stop! I’m yours!’
The Blaze
Your hands reach back. Grab my cock. Guide it. Urgency grips me.
I thrust in deep. Savage. Like a beast. You smile over shoulder. Love it. Pussy clenches my shaft. Tight, wet velvet. I try to slow. Can’t. Your walls milk me. Breaths ragged. You match my rhythm. Eyes shut. Fused at hips. Ass slaps my belly. Waves of your building bliss ripple through.
One final plunge. Your face twists. Climax hits. Pussy spasms. Triggers mine. Fire explodes. We shatter together. Hottest orgasm ever. I flood you. You cream around me.
I freeze. Spent. Eyes closed. Body drained. Minutes pass. Open eyes. You’re limp too. Bliss binds us. United.
Evening falls. We row back silent. Oars slap water. You whisper Lamartine’s plea: ‘O time, suspend thy flight… Let us enjoy swift delights… Love, love! Haste, enjoy! Time flees, we pass.’ Right, my love. Time slips away. But this burns eternal.