A Truelove of Turtle Doves

Chpt 31 - Tonight

He didn't freeze up, per say, but he pulled away from my neck in order to look me in the eyes.

There was so much love in them.

"Are you sure that's what you want, mon trésor?" he asked softly.

"Yes," I breathed, "I don't think I've ever wanted anything more in my life."

Francis smiled tenderly at me before placing a feather-light kiss on my forehead. He trailed the kisses down the side of my face to my earlobe. His warm breath on my ear made me shiver.

"Then I would love nothing more than to show you how much I adore you, mon amour."

I ran my fingers through his hair. Moving my lips to his ear so they brushed against it, I whispered, "Then please do, amoureux."

He pressed my body closer to him as his lips landed on mine. I kissed him back with as much love and passion as I possessed, his tongue immediately entering my mouth. He tasted like wine and chocolate, rich and sweet - I moaned quietly, gripping his hair. As his mouth molded against mine, his hands trailed up and down my sides, and his thumbs occasionally pressed circles into my hips.

I released his hair so I could push his coat off of his shoulders, and his hands left my body just long enough to shrug it off before they returned to my waist.

His coat hit the floor as our lips parted momentarily; long enough for me to feel his hot breath on my lips, long enough to feel like an eternity before we kissed again.

One hand went to his hair, weaving my fingers through the long gold strands as I pulled on his locks. He groaned slightly.

My other hand made its way up and under his shirt, rubbing against his smooth chest. I could feel his heart beating rapidly against his chest, against my hand.

My own heart was thumping against my ribs.

He guided me to the wall near my bed, were he pushed me against it. I was locked in place between the wall and Francis.

We had to part for air, the both of us panting heavily as my half-lidded eyes stayed fixed on his. I was mesmerised by him.

I began pulling his shirt up and he followed suit, discarding the unwanted item of clothing to the floor.

"Eager, mon trésor?" he muttered. His tone was deep and low, and it made me shudder as I ran my hands over his chest again.

"Aren't you, amoureux?" I murmured in response.

His hands traveled up my shirt, slowly pulling it over my head and throwing it the floor. His eyes scanned my over my chest before landing on mine again. He lowered his mouth to my neck.

"I've wanted to do this to you for so long, mon amour, that I'm struggling to control myself."

His words were slightly muffled, but I could still make them out.

My whole body was starting to feel unbearably hot.

I didn't get a chance to respond because his lips quickly found my soft spot, and this time, he bit down on it, sucking lightly.

My eyes clenched shut and I moaned airily.

His knee slipped between my legs, resting against my crotch. If I moved even an inch it rubbed against me, sending pleasurable jolts through my body.

My grip on his hair was so tight I started to think that I might rip his hair out.

One of his hands had stopped running up my chest and his thumb was circling one of my nipples. He rolled it between his fingers before pinching it lightly, causing another moan to escape me as I tugged sharply on his hair.