Moscow Mule - [Pierre Gasly]

XVIII

WARNING: This chapter contains 18+ content (nudity, sexual scenes, oral (f receiving) the whole shebang). Skip the first half of this chapter in case you're uncomfortable with these scenes. Everything is fictional and should not be taken as educational. 

               Pierre stretched his arms above his head as he started to wake up. He moved one of his hands to his face to rub his tired eyes, blinking as he looked up at the ceiling. Pierre looked next to him, finding Azar turned away from him, the blanket curled up to her chin and her hair sprawled out on the pillow. Yesterday evening had been good. They were on the sofa in his living room watching movies and went to bed when they got tired. Pierre rolled over to his side, curling an arm around her and pulling her into him. His nose nuzzled into her neck, his facial hair tickling her skin as she squirmed in response. His fingers moved under the hem of her shirt, brushing against the skin on her waist as she turned around under the sheets to get closer to him. "Do we have to get up?" Azar asked, looking up at him as the morning sun slightly shone through the white curtains in front of the large windows. "Not for now," Pierre replied. "Good," she hummed. Azar curled her arms around his neck, happy to be in his embrace, as he pressed a kiss to her lips. "We forgot something last night," Pierre muttered.

His mouth moved down the slope of her neck to kiss her naked skin. "Hmm?" she asked, not sure what he was talking about. "The makeup sex," Pierre said, his fingers drifting up her spine and making her shiver. "Seems like you didn't forget, but you just didn't want to be weak and beg for me within the first hours of forgiving me," Azar replied, swinging a leg over his hips and sitting up. "Whatever you want to make of it," Pierre grinned, feeling her hands pressing into his chest, her nails digging a little into his skin. She shifted a little in her position, hovering over the bulge in his boxers. He was hard already, thick and heavy against her inner thigh when she rolled her hips down on him, the drag of the cotton of her panties tugging on her bundle of nerve endings. Their lips got caught in a delicious kiss, his tongue licking against hers making her toes curl, and her fingers disappear into his hair. Pierre's hands moved to the hem of her shirt again, pulling it over her head. His wide-blown pupils drank her in, a groan coming from the back of his throat when her hair fell down her shoulders again.

The warmth started to pool in her lower abdomen when his hands felt her body, cupping her breasts, fingertips brushing over her stiff nipples. She yelped as he threw her off him and on the bed, but she let out a laugh after. "You're so impatient," Azar said, her back arching when his hands wrapped around her thighs, kneading the skin so hard it nearly hurt, but it made her feel only hotter, the air got even more electric. "I just need to taste you," Pierre said, his teeth biting at her hipbone and making her scoff. "Taste, no bite," she said. "We'll see about that," he replied, ripping her panties off her and throwing them somewhere on the floor. Pierre's mouth covered her mound soon after, drawing another gasp from her. Azar sunk further into the duvet underneath her, curling the material between her fingers when his tongue licked her, and he ate her like a man starved. His teeth grazed over her clit, making her whimper in response. The coil in her lower abdomen is about to snap as she felt tight all over, the wetness of the muscle gliding over her pussy making her feel lightheaded. 

Pierre lifted his head, leaving a love bite under her hipbone as he kissed his way up her body. "And now..." he started, getting rid of his underwear and leaning back on his heels as his hand wrapped around his cock. "I need to be inside you," his voice was hoarse, making her stomach do a couple of backflips. "Please," she replied, sucking her bottom lip into her mouth as he reached for the drawer of his nightstand and plucked a condom out of it. He rolled it down his cock before hovering over her again, the head of his cock pressing against her before he entered her. Her slick walls offered no restriction as he pushed in fully, filling her up and stretching her out in a way that she realized she had been craving. "I missed you," Azar breathed, her fingers curling around his biceps. "First please, and now you say you missed me? Where's that filthy mouth of yours?" Pierre grins, sealing their lips together as he slowly starts to thrust. "I missed you more," he says nevertheless. His words burned up her spine till her skin started blistering, his mouth swallowing her moans and whimpers as he entered her deeply.