Three Means 1

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(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. This time, he held the smoke a moment longer, letting it settle deep inside him before exhaling. The cloud flowed directly over her parted lips.

    Their mouths were so close that Dulce felt her breath catch at the warmth of his. Her fingers found his shoulder and began tracing his muscles. He 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 pleasure through her.

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

"You like that hm?" He murmured. His hand continued to trace paths along her jaw, down to her collarbone. She felt herself grow confident enough to slide her hands over his back, pressing her nails lightly into his skin. She let her hands move lower, and he moaned softly in approval, before pressing slow kisses along her neck. He let his lips linger on the sensitive spots, making her gasp. He then pulled back just enough to meet her eys.

    She smiled playfully. "Can I take a hit?" She asked. He grinned with his eyebrows raised in surprise, before grabbing the cigarette and offering it to her. Their fingers brushed as he passed it over. She took a slow drag and held his eyes as she exhaled. A haze of smoke circled them.

"You're something else." He whispered. "You have no idea how much I want you." He brushed his thumb over her lower lip, as his other hand cradled the back of her neck and he leaned in again, his lips grazing hers, teasing, making her want more.

    She ran her fingers through his damp hair, pulling him closer and smiled as she lifted the cigarette to his mouth. She watched as he took a drag and placed it back on the small table, letting her hand rest on his shoulder. She felt him respond to her closeness. His body was pressing against hers under the water, so her hips moved automatically, teasing him in a way that had his hands tightening on her waist, before another soft groan escaped his lips.

    He places his mouth close to her ear. "Tell me how this feels." He murmured.

    "It feels... perfect." She managed, her voice shivering with anticipation (A/N: see what I did there musical theater fans? *wink*). Her heart raced again as his touch grew more insistent. His lips glided over her neck, giving her soft love bites.

    "Perfect, hmm?" He repeated. He grazed one hand 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 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, confirming how much he wanted her too.

    "F..." Her words failed as the emotions got to her. "F-fu..."

    He smirked, with lips barely brushing her ear. "Fuck you, huh?" He teased, pushing his hips 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 urgently.

    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 glow of the bathroom lights. As his skin still glistened from the water, he looked up and caught her. A smile curved his lips as he reached out, pulling her closer, before their damp skin met.

    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 touch sending waves of sensation, making her nipples harden.

    He leaned down, pressing soft kisses along her stomach, each one moving lower. Her breath sounded like 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, arching her body toward him as he continued.

    "Fuck, yes. More, please." She whispered, urging him for more. Her chest rose and fell with every breath. 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 the waves of pleasure rushed through her again. 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.

    "Are you okay?" he asked, his voice low, filled with genuine care. She nodded, covering her face with her hands. "Yes" she breathed, her voice shaky. "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 to muffle the sounds, responding to the rhythm, while the pleasure built.

    He leaned in close, almost whispering. "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?)