The steep path to the chapel above GĂ©nolhac burns my thighs. Her eyes devour my ass, every sway igniting her. ‘Fuck, your hips move like sin,’ she growls. My cock twitches hard. Heart hammers. Sweat drips down my back. She presses close, hands gripping my cheeks. Heat radiates from her core. I feel her wetness through her pants. Pulse races wild. Urgency claws my gut. She’s feral, owning me already.
Parvis stones cool underfoot. She snakes arms around my waist. ‘Not handsome, but you move like fire.’ Her palms knead my ass, nails digging. Breath hot on my neck. My shaft strains against fabric. She yanks me inside. Door slams. Lips crash. Tongues invade. She tastes of wine and want. Heart slams ribs. Skin flames. She grinds her mound on my bulge. ‘Eden in your eyes, hell in my hands.’ Cock throbs, pre-cum leaks. No turning back.
The Fever
Fever peaks. She rips off her escargot tee. Breasts spill free, nipples peaked. I suck hard, tongue lashing peaks. Hands roam her curves, slick sweat. She spreads thighs, my rigid cock slides her cleft through cloth. Friction burns. Her pulse thuds under my fingers at her nape. Hips buck frantic. She’s drenched, scent musky. My blood roars. Possession surges.
Her hand grabs mine, shoves it between legs. ‘Now.’ Pussy lips swollen, soaked. I cup her heat, thumb circles clit. She moans guttural. Heartbeat syncs, pounding unison. She arches, neck exposed. I bite, suck. Breasts mash my chest, nipples scrape shirt. Belly quivers. Face flushes crimson. Breath rasps. She’s climbing, unstoppable.
The Blaze
Orgasm hits like seizure. Body convulses. Guttural cries rip out. Tears streak cheeks. Fingers claw shoulders. She slams basin forward, juices flood my palm. Waves crash endless. I stroke everywhere—ass, thighs, nipples. ‘Don’t stop, there, yes!’ Skin scorches. Her heart thunders against mine. Total surrender.
Blaze ignites. Door bursts. Two pricks leer, cocks out. She explodes—hurls candles, curses fly. They flee, tails tucked. Sanctuary wrecked, her naked fury divine. ‘Better to please you than piss you off.’ She tidies, tits bouncing. Hand on my belly. ‘Missed the intro. Want confession?’ Cock aches untouched. But graffiti snags eye: Tiffelent. She warns, flees. Fire dims to embers.
Cinders smolder. Skin still fever-hot. Her kiss lingers on cheek that night. ‘Don’t quit, she’s waiting.’ Dawn breaks, group gone. Odors hang heavy. Path calls. Muscles ache sweetly. Heart steadies, branded by her quake. Unique blaze, raw and gone too soon. Marine’s shadow pulls harder.