The Mom Next Door

54-Observation

*jens pov*

"Please..." I tilt my head and look at Giselle as she's on top of me. I pout my lip and bring my hands down to her ass. She raises her brows once I squeeze, and she giggles a little.

I sigh and carefully move out from under her. I stand up and she sits on the bed, just looking at me. "Where are you going?" She asks softly.

"Nowhere.." I tilt my head and walk in front of her. "Help me." I say softly and turn around, lifting up my hair so she can unzip my dress.

She takes a second, but then she does it and I turn facing her again. I keep eye contact with her as I slowly take my dress off.

Her eyes shift to my body, and she just takes it all in. I throw my dress to the side, leaving me in just a lacy bra and panties. I take both her hands, and bring them up to my chest, letting her touch me.

Her hands travel to my waist, before she slowly pulls me onto her lap so I'm straddling her. She kisses at my jawline, then down to my neck as I unhook my bra.

She pulls my bra off me, and kisses down my cleavage. I throw my head back and softly moan here and there as she cups my breasts.

Suddenly she flips me over so that she's on top, and she pulls her shirt off. I rub my hands up and down her thighs, until she scooches back, so her head is in between my thighs...

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The next morning I wake up with Giselle's naked body beside me. Once I see her bare back, everything from last night replays in my head. It finally happened. We had sex. And I have to say, she's good in bed.

Giselle rolls over, facing me, and she slowly flutters open her eyes. She looks at me and realizes I'm awake before smiling softly.

"Good morning." She says tiredly. "Morning." I say. "How did you sleep?" She asks with her cute accent as she sits up, holding the blanket up to her chest. "Good. Et vous?" I ask. "Good." She nods.

"I'm going to take a shower." She says before taking the blanket off of her and walking naked into the bathroom.

Suddenly she pops her head out of the bathroom doorway. I giggle at her and tilt my head. "Aren't you going to join me?" She asks and I raise my brows. "Yes I will." I smile and stand up as she goes back in the bathroom.

As I walk over to the bathroom, I realize Im sore from last night. I haven't had sex in a pretty long time, and we kind of went at it multiple times last night. And by multiple, I mean six. I came six times-.

I don't know why, but we just didn't stop. Although I'm not complaining, I just wish I wasn't sore.

Me and Giselle take a quick shower together, before it's time for us to get all our stuff together. I pick up all my clothes off the floor and pack them in my suitcase.

Once we get everything, we check out of the rental house and call a cab to take us home.

On the car ride home, I can't stop thinking about me and Giselle. Usually, people are in a relationship before they have sex, unless it's just a hookup or something. But me and Giselle aren't in a relationship...and that definitely wasn't just a one night stand. So I guess it's a little confusing, but I don't mind.

Eventually we get home, and we head inside. I walk up to my apartment and just throw my shit inside. Then I go sit in Giselle's room with her while she unpacks.

"Do I have a tan line?" I ask and lift up my shorts some. "A little." She nods. "Thankyou again for taking me with you. It was nice to get things off my mind." I say.

"Of course. I figured you needed a break." She says and I nod. "And I needed to relieve some stress, which you did successfully as well." I say and she blushes as she giggles.

"I'm glad." She smiles to herself as she continues to put her clothes away. "I know you've been with women before, but I didn't expect you to be that good." I joke and she raises her brows.

"Wowww. Thanks a lot." She rolls her eyes and I laugh. "I'm just kidding!!" I giggle. "I knew you'd be good in bed by your hands." I say.

"My hands?" She raises one brow and looks down at her hands. "Mhm." I nod and stand up, walking over to her.

"You have a lot of noticeable veins, but they don't stick out too much." I say. "And what does that mean?" She asks. "You have direction, so you know what you're doing, but you're gentle when you're doing it." I explain and she giggles at the way I word it.

"Are you a professional hand reader?" She asks as I sit back down. "No-. I just always observe people's hands, even the people I've been to bed with. And eventually I started to see a pattern with all the different hands." I explain.

"All? How many people have you slept with?" She asks like it's a bad thing and my jaw drops. "Giselle!" I say and she laughs. "I'm joking." She giggles.

I roll my eyes and shake my head. "Well that's an interesting observation you've made throughout the years. You're an interesting person.." She nods.

"So I've been told." I tilt my head. "Tell me something in French." I say randomly and she looks at me. "Why?" She asks. "I like when you speak it." I say.

She looks up for a second, thinking about what to say. Then she looks at me once she's thought of something.

"J'aime te faire l'amour." She says sensually and I raise my brows. "Oh?" I say and bite my lip. "J'aime la prise de tes mains sur mon corps." She says as she walks closer to me. "Oh..?" I repeat and look up at her as she's standing in front of me.

"J'aime la sensation de tes lèvres sur les miennes." She says and leans down, putting her hands on my knees as I'm sitting on the edge of her bed.

"Alors embrasse-moi.." I tilt my head and she smiles before kissing me.