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. "Sláinte." 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."
She raised her arms out to the side, as if to say "Do as you wish." So, I took them and placed them back onto my broad shoulders, still covered by my dress shirt.
I ran my hands back up her arms, down her sides, to her hips, then I slipped my hand into the slit in her dress again, caressing her thighs where she had them open either side of my knee.
I gave her short kisses as my hand skated up her thighs, until it grazed soft, damp lace.
She sighed into my upturned mouth as I gently rubbed my hand against her.
"Do you have any idea what you do to me?" I asked as I added a little pressure.
She shook her head no, huffing soft breaths against my chin.
I made sure to catch her gaze and hold it, as the hand between her thighs turned to cup her through the lace, and the other pulled her so tight against me that I knew she would feel how hard I was in my dress pants. "I cannot even think about you without stirring. You are the most beautiful woman in the entire world." I spoke the words onto her lips, as my hand just gently pushed against her, moving just enough to make her push herself down onto my hand, seeking more.
She looked down, shy as always when complimented in such a way. But I meant every word. I'd never beheld such a beauty in my entire life, and was sure I never would again.
I retracted my hand and slid it back to the fabric of her dress then, my other hand reaching down to the hem so I could slowly slide my hands back up her body, pushing her dress up and over her head, pulling it from her arms and then it was gone, and left in its wake was pure divinity.
Lily white skin, dotted with freckles, sensuously thick thighs, a soft stomach and beautiful soft breasts, just held back by a stunning dark red, lace brazier, and matching lace underwear. Her beautiful hair looked even darker against her light skin, but it glowed all hues of gold, red and amber in the candlelight.
My mouth watered and I wanted to ravage her, but I resolved to take my time.
Hand in her curls, I pulled her to me once more for a heated kiss, feeling the softness of her body, molding to mine, warming me inside and out.
I stood then, getting us both a sip of champagne, which made her giggle as the bubbles tickled her nose. I kissed the tip of it, and then her cheek, her forehead, those lips. All the while running my hands over her body. I unclasped her bra and pulled it from her, dropping it on the floor before I picked her up and gently placed her in the centre of the king bed, right atop the rose petals.
I took a step back to marvel at the sight. I had been correct in thinking she would look a vision. Pale skin, bright red petals, all on the black of the sheets in the light of the candles. It would have been enough to bring any man to his knees.
Smiling down at her, I trailed my eyes over her beautiful body, while I started to untie my dress shoes and remove them, and undo the cuffs and buttons on my shirt, but leaving it on for the moment before rolling the sleeves up carefully. I knew that she loved to see my arms, my chest, in dress clothes. And I wanted to do whatever I could to enhance her experience.
With that, I climbed onto the end of the bed, her eyes searing me. I ran my hand over the top of her feet, before picking one up and massaging it in my hands, kissing from the ankles, up her calves, her knees, thighs, then to her hips, up her stomach, the center of her chest and up, laving my tongue in the dip of her neck, before grasping her chin and jaw in my hand and gently tilting her face to me so I could meet her lips in a deep, heated kiss.
She raised her hips to try and meet mine, but I was up out of reach. I wanted to take my time savouring her.
She whined as though pained.
"Shh now, darling. I'll take care of you."