The Manwhore | Pierre Gasly

Chapter Eight

One moment they were standing in her shop kissing over the counter, the next they were stumbling through the corridor of her apartment building. Kissing between smiles, while pulling and pushing on each other. Katharina was pulling on his shirt, so he followed her to the door, while Pierre pushed her against it, as she had turned around to unlock it, her keys in hand, while Pierre held onto her hips while kissing her neck from behind, his other hand gathering her hair in his fist to guarantee his free accesses to her neck.

Leaning her forehead against the door while enjoying the feeling of Pierre's body on her own, the Frenchman reached around her neck with the hand that had gathered her long golden locks, before using his thumb and pointer to move her head to the side, so he had a free view of the curve of her neck, before kissing her right below her earlobe.

Leaning back against Pierre, Katharina finally unlocked the door with shaky hands, before they stumbled inside together, never losing the touch of each other's hands on their body. Looking over her shoulder, she threw the keys on the cupboard in the wardrobe, before Pierre kicked the door shut behind them and coughed her hand in his before she could hurry on to the bedroom. He had dreamed about this moment for so long, he wanted to savour every moment of it.

Pulling her back, Katharina turned around to face him, a smile on her lips, as he buried his free hand in her hair before kissing her deeply again. The joyous and gentle kisses from before had turned into something different. There was so much desire between the two of them as if they'd found water after stumbling through the desert for forty days, as if they could finally draw a breath into their lungs again after their heads had come through the surface, no longer drowning. The kisses deep and demanding as their tongues danced together.

Pierre didn't care who won, or that one of the framed pictures fell to the floor after he had pressed her against it and neither did Katharina. Moving back for a moment, it made Pierre's heart race how she reached for him, how she followed, before he pulled her sweater over her head, leaving her hair a mess, but there was no point fixing it and they both knew it. Katharina had moved forward, to kiss him again, her hands on his chest, but Pierre pulled his head back.

"Let me look at you." He whispered preachy despite the smile on his lips into the air they shared between them, both drawing in shallowly.

"You can look later as much as you want, bed now!" She demanded causing Pierre to grin, before pulling his own shirt over his head and throwing it over his shoulder carelessly, causing her eyes to get stuck on his chest, her hands finding the muscles there instantly, while Pierre dove down for another kiss.

"Look later." He mumbled against her lips as he noticed that her eyes found his chest and abs now and then again between kisses while he had tried to open their jeans at the same time clumsily.

"It's not my fault. I want to build them from chocolate, so I can bite into it." She muttered before opening her jeans herself.

"I will let you bite me, no need for chocolate." His sudden words caused her to look up, only for Pierre to reach around her neck only to pull her hair ruffly so she was looking up at him. He looked into her witty green eyes for a moment only to reach down around her hip and lift her up as if she weighs nothing at all, causing her to sling her arms around Pierre's neck a squeal of surprise leaving her lips.

Directing him where to go, Pierre was fast to drop her on top of her blanket before climbing over her on all four, only to straddle her hips while opening her jeans. Katharina reached down but Pierre swatted her hand away.

"If you don't behave, I will need to bound you to the bed." He told her, kissing up her belly while he pulled her jeans down, her sneakers and socks with it, leaving her in only her underwear.