Three Means 1

Uninterrupted

   
(A/N: THIS IS A SMUT WARNING. This chapter is FILLED with 18+ sexual content.)

    She watched, as he took another slow drag from the cigarette, his eyes darkening with every heartbeat, as he leaned closer to her. This time, he held the smoke a moment longer, letting it settle deep within him before exhaling. The cloud drifted directly over her parted lips.

    Their mouths held a close proximity and Dulce felt her breath catch, as her pulse raced at the warmth of his breath. Her fingers found his shoulder and began tracing his muscles. Pierre, placed the cigarette down and used his fingers to glide them along her jaw, then wrapped his hand gently around her neck, pulling her fully to him until their lips touched. The heat of his body under the water sent a delicious shiver through her; his skin was warm and solid.

    Dulce's breath came in shallow, as she let herself sink into the sensation of his lips on hers, their bodies molded together beneath the warm water. She tightened her legs around his waist and felt the firmness of him against her. The teasing glint in his eyes made her heart race. He watched her with a smirk, his thumb grazing over her cheek, loving every reaction she gave him.

"You like that, don't you?" he murmured, his voice low, almost a whisper. His hand continued to trace paths along her jaw, down to her collarbone. Dulce, felt herself grow bolder enough to slid her hands over his back, pressing her nails lightly into his skin. She let her hands drift lower, and he responded with a low hum of approval, pressing a line of slow kisses along her neck. He let his lips linger on the sensitive spots that made her shiver. He then pulled back just enough to meet her gaze.

    A playful smile tugged at Dulce's lips. "Can I take a hit?" she asked, her voice soft and tinged with curiosity. He grinned, eyebrows raised in surprise, before grabbing the cigarette and offering it to her, their fingers brushing as he passed it over. She took a slow, experimental drag and held his gaze as she exhaled. A slight haze of smoke curled around them.

"You're something else," he said softly, his voice filled with both admiration and desire. "You have no idea how much I want you." He brushed his thumb over her lower lip, his hand cradling the back of her neck as he leaned in again, his lips grazing hers again, teasing, making her want more.

    Her fingers threaded through his damp hair, pulling him closer and a smile played at her lips as she lifted the cigarette to his mouth. She watched as he took a slow, indulgent drag and placed it back on the small table, letting her hand rest on his shoulder, as she felt him respond to her closeness. His body was pressing against hers beneath the water, so her hips moved instinctively, teasing him with a slow, rhythmic motion that had his hands tightening on her waist, before a soft groan escaped his lips.

    He let his mouth drift close to her ear. "Tell me how this feels," he murmured, his tone steady but filled with intensity.

    "It feels... perfect," she managed, her voice trembling with a mixture of anticipation and need. Her heart raced again as his touch grew more insistent. His lips skimmed over her neck, giving her soft love bites.

    "Perfect, hmm?" he echoed. He grazed his over her jaw as his other hand slipped lower, guiding her movements, encouraging her to press closer.

    "I want you to..." She gasped, her breath uneven as she instinctively moved against him, feeling the pressure build.

    "Want me to what, hmm?" He leaned in, his voice raspy, holding back little moans he couldn't completely suppress. His body was responding to her, affirming how much he wanted her too.

    "F..." Her words faltered as the emotions surged within her. "F-fu..."

    He smirked, as his eyes darkened. His lips barely brushed her ear. "Fuck you, huh?" he teased, his hips pushing up to meet hers, making her breath catch in her throat.

    A small, desperate laugh escaped her lips as the teasing grew too much. She used her hands to cling to him for balance. "Let's go to my room," she pleaded, her voice thick with urgency.

    Without a word, he took her hand and helped her from the bathtub. He grabbed a towel and wrapped it around her shoulders. His hands lingered on her arms as he dried her off gently and brushed the towel over her skin, taking his time.

    Dulce's breath caught as he took a second towel and began to dry himself off, his muscles flexing slightly with each movement. She stood there, watching him, feeling her heart race at the sight of him in the soft glow of the bathroom lights. As his skin still glistened from the water, he looked up and caught her gaze. A smile curved his lips as he reached out, pulling her closer and their damp skin met in an electric rush.

    He carried her gently, as if her weight meant nothing to him; she felt safe in his arms. When they reached the bed, Pierre lowered her onto the sheets and his hands moved over her body with gentle touches. He traced his fingertips down her sides, every stroke sending waves of sensation through her, making her nipples harden.

    He leaned down, pressing soft, feather-light kisses along her stomach, each one moving lower. Her breath came in shallow gasps, as he worked his way down her core. He started with soft kisses and eventually began giving little licks, teasing.  She tangled her fingers in his hair, her body arching toward him as he continued.

    "Fuck, yes. More, please," she whispered, her voice thick with desire, urging him for more. Her chest rose and fell with every breath, the intensity of the moment overwhelming her. He smiled at her command and slipped his tongue inside, before closing his lips a little, sucking on her clit. She smiled wide at the feeling, closing her eyes tight, as waves of pleasure rushed through her. Suddenly, she felt two of his fingers slipping inside, making her gasp loudly.

    "Pierre!" She moaned in surprise. He smirked, looking up at her through his thick lashes. He moved them slowly in and out, while sucking her spot for a few seconds, before stopping. Dulce, confused looked down at him when the ecstasy suddenly stopped.

    "What's wrong?" She asked, moving her hips forward against his fingers, desperate for more.

    "Fuck, I can't resist myself." He said, and before she could question any further she felt the weight of his body on top of her and his entirety inside of her. She squeezed his arms for support, unable to contain her yelps. He was big, but felt almost unbearable inside.

    "Are you okay?" he asked, his voice low and filled with genuine care. She nodded, covering her face with her hands, as the intensity of the moment overtook her. "Yes," she breathed, her voice shaky but filled with need. "Please, don't stop."

    "I'll go slow." He reassured her. His pacing was perfect for her to adjust.

He grabbed both of her hands with one of his and pinned them above her head as he slowly increased his pace, watching her face closely. "I want to see you," he murmured. "I want to see every part of you."

    She bit her lip, her body responding to the rhythm, while the the pleasure built.

    He leaned in close, his voice barely a whisper. "Nu-uh, don't hold back," he demanded. "I want to hear everything."

(A/N: Yes, this chapter was spicy and the next one will continue to be spicy. Please give me time, I have to study, unfortunately. Are you guys liking this story?)