When I wrote this, the man in my head was definitely Fred Sirieix. If you don't picture him while reading this, I'm not responsible for your loss. Haha.
P.S I've had writer's block for like 7 years, please be gentle.
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It was her 30th birthday.
I watched from across the room. She was magnificent.
Her curly, dark copper hair was gathered up and pinned at the back. She was wearing a deep wine coloured, v-neck dress with long sleeves that sat just off her freckle dusted shoulders.
It was nearing the end of the night. Most of the party-goers had made their way off. There were only stragglers left.
One of our friends was making polite conversation with me, but I was only half listening. My gaze was lost on the beauty, laughing brightly with her friend on the other side of our large entertaining room.
She looked like a goddess, ready to envelope the galaxy.
Amber, honey eyes met my green ones and she smiled at me from under her lashes, biting into her sinful bottom lip.
For a man of 43, I just considered myself lucky to be on her radar.
Not that I looked old for my age. I worked out regularly and kept a trim, muscular form. I was always impeccably groomed and made the most of my 6'1 stature.
I had well kept grey facial hair and musicians hands. And my French accent never hurt either.
It was a little after 2am when the final guest departed.
I looked over to mon chère. She did not even seem tired. Just beamed at me as I pulled her into my arms.
"Mon bel chère, did you have a good birthday?"
"The best, thanks to you."
I felt the heat of her body against my own. She was soft, supple. Almost a foot shorter than me and had the curves of an angel.
Holding her around the waist, I smiled at her as I took her lips in a kiss. Soft at first, but gradually it deepened. My arms tightened around her waist, pulling her against me tightly, feeling the soft material of her dress. I slipped my leg between her thighs, her hips flush against mine as I kissed her long and deep.
She was writhing in my arms, becoming more breathless the more I pulled her against my thigh. She pulled back just far enough to breathe against my lips "Take me to bed, please."
I picked her up bridal style so I wouldn't ruin her dress, and kissed her as I took us through the main house to our master bedroom.
Unbeknown to her, I'd already come by while she was preoccupied with the guests and set up candles all around, champagne waiting in a cool bucket, soft music playing and rose petals on the bed. I wanted nothing more than to see her pale flesh atop the red petals on the black bed sheets.
She was not surprised when I walked us into the room and placed her back on her feet to inspect the scene I had set. Now very used to my romantic gestures, she just smiled her beautiful smile at me and thanked me for being so good to her. Except this wasn't good, this was just the beginning. I planned to treat her like a queen, like the goddess she is.
She walked over to the champagne and handed me one before I could protest, having planned to not allow her to lift so much as a finger. "Tchin Tchin'' she said, holding her glass up to me. "SlΓ‘inte." I responded in her native tongue, and we clinked our glasses before taking a sip, not breaking eye contact.
She looked to me in awe and I just had to be closer. I took both of our glasses and set them down, before taking her hand to pull her to me. One arm tight around her waist and the other held her hand to my chest. We slowly swayed to the music for a little while.
"Take your hair down for me." It was a gentle request, but one she complied with immediately. Reaching back, she took hold of the long clip holding her hair in place and pulled it out, shaking her head a little to let her long, silken curls fall down all around her.
"Magnifique." I pulled her back into me, fitting her body to mine. Only this time, I slid my hand up into her hair, just at the nape of her neck. I supported her head as she looked up into my eyes, and then I claimed her lips again.
She moaned softly into our kiss, her body melting against mine. I slipped my other hand down to the slit in her dress, running it back up and under the fabric, massaging her thigh and hip, pulling her down onto my leg and grinding her there until she was breathless.
I pulled her with me as I backed up to the bed, sitting on the edge of it. It was quite tall and didn't take much off my height. I made sure to keep my knee between her thighs and pulled her right up close so some of the pressure stayed. I brushed her hair back off one shoulder and kissed down her jaw, to her neck. Mouthing at the skin there until it was red and starting to bruise into a love bite.
She kept her arms around my shoulders while I trailed my mouth over her collarbone and shoulder, down into the v of her dress.
I slid my hands back over the top of the gown and massaged her breasts in my hands, kissing her again and feeling as she sighed into me.
She pulled back and started to kneel before me.
"No. No, what are you doing?"
She looked at me confused. "No, my darling.." I said, pulling her back to stand, "..tonight is all about you. I'm going to make you feel like the goddess that you are."
She looked at me with a soft smile. "You don't need to do that."
"I do. You should be made to feel like a goddess all the time, every day I should show you. So please, let me start now."
Considering me for a moment, she said okay.
"Good, now let me lead the way, mon amour."