Jolie Nana - [Pierre Gasly]

Dieciséis

WARNINGS: NSFW - This chapter contains sexual content. This is purely fiction and should not be taken as educational.

Pierre placed her gently on his bed, reaching to close the curtains, and he switched on a small lamp on his nightstand. He kicked his sneakers off, meanwhile, and climbed onto the bed again. His fingers curled around her ankles, rushing her towards him over the sheets. Her laughter filled his bedroom, emphasizing that she felt relaxed and at ease with him. Pierre trailed his hand up her knees, fingertips brushing over her thighs and riding up the material of her dress. "Do you want this?" Pierre asked, his voice rasping a little. "More than ever," Farah confirmed. She sat up and reached for the zipper of her dress, zipping it down so Pierre could take it over her head. He had seen her in her bikini before, and he knew how beautiful her body is, but it still caught his breath. He smiled at her, his hand cupping the side of her neck as he kissed her again. Pierre reached for the elastic tie in her hair, gently taking it out to let her hair fall down her shoulders.

"You're so beautiful," Pierre hummed, studying her for a moment after she raked her fingers through her hair. She smiled back at him, tingles running up her spine. Her hands shifted to the collar of his shirt, pulling him with her when she laid back against the pillows. Farah unbuttoned his shirt further, her hands gliding under the cotton and pushing it off his shoulders. Pierre shook it down his arms, leaving it somewhere on the floor. Her palms trailed over his defined chest, he was possibly even more muscled than during the summer break. The kiss he pressed to her lips was delicious, his body sheathing between her legs and making her curl them around his hips. The denim of his jeans felt rough against her thighs, and she reached between their bodies to undo the button and zip his jeans down. Pierre sat up a little to get rid of it, kicking it down his ankles and adding it to the pile of their clothes on the floor. Farah unclasped her thin, strapless bralette, causing his eyes to fall onto her beautiful curves.

Her back arched off the mattress when she sprawled her hair out over the pillows, his hands sliding up her stomach and over her ribs, cupping the soft skin of her breasts. Pierre's fingertips brushed over the hard pearls of her nipples, his caress gentle, yet arousing. He leaned down to kiss her skin, starting just under her jaw as she tilted her head aside. Farah let her eyes flutter closed, drinking in the feeling of his lips descending her neck, nipping at her pulse, careful to leave a mark. His tongue pressed against her neck. The rings around Pierre's fingers felt cool against her body, contrasting the fiery temperature of her skin. Soft sighs escaped her, her fingers raking through his hair. Pierre rolled his thumbs over her nipples, while his kisses reached the swell of her cleavage. They left blisters on her skin, burning her up from the inside. His mouth descended further, kissing her stomach, her lower abdomen till he reached the elastic waistband of her thong.

Pierre sat up a little, his fingers hooking into her thong while he looked at her. Farah propped herself up on her elbows, giving him a small smile when she looked back at him. He slid the thin material down her legs, his calloused palms sliding over her calves, over her knees and finding her thighs. He squeezed the skin softly before parting her thighs. Pierre looked down at her, he just couldn't stop admiring her beauty. "Pierre?" Farah's voice drew his attention back. "Yeah?" he asked sheepishly. "Are you going to do something?" she asked, her teeth gnawing at her bottom lip while the corners of her mouth moved upwards. "Yeah," he repeated, making her giggle at the grin on his face. She was silenced when his lips pressed to her inner thigh, kissing her skin while his fingertips dug a little harder into her hips, making sure she was steady beneath him on the duvet of the bed. Her breath got caught in the back of her throat when his mouth covered her centre, burying his head between her thighs. Her back arched upwards, the pressure already building in her lower abdomen when his lips sucked around her nub of nerve endings.