Double Dealing: A Menage Romance(14)
"We were going to leave you the Jeep,” Francois said, leading me deeper into the woods. "Like I said, Felix and I are not into hurting people. Especially beautiful women.”
I couldn't help myself, and I smiled. "Come on, Frenchie. Let's gather some wood."
"I only told half the truth when I said we needed to gather firewood. We do need it, but I could’ve bought enough to stock the house for the time we will be there. I just wanted to have a reason to get you out of the house, away from my brother," he said.
I turned to look into his handsome visage, seeing in his eyes a desire that I hadn't seen from a man in a very long time. Leaning his face down, he lowered his lips to mine, and under the towering pine trees, he kissed me. His lips were as sensuous as they promised, his hands strong even through my thick jacket. I pressed my body against him, letting him pull me close to him. When his tongue traced my lips, I opened to him, joining him even though I shouldn’t have. He was sensual, strong, and there was a naughty thrill to kissing him. He was an international thief, after all.
"Mmm,” Francois murmured when we parted. “I’ve been wondering what that would be like.”
I shook my head and smirked. "Come on. Let's gather some wood, okay?" I said, trying to get his mind off of it. He may be charming, but I shouldn’t be kissing him.
He nodded in acquiescence, the two of us staying close as we gathered fallen branches and even cut up a thicker branch that had fallen. "You know, I should clock you with this and go running into the woods," I joked as I held one of the longer sticks, a branch of pine that was about the size of a baseball bat. "I'm pretty sure I could get to the fire trail without your help."
"You could, but you won't," Francois replied with his sexy little smirk. He was on one knee, using the small hand saw to trim away a branch from a fallen tree that looked like a good candidate for most of our wood needs. "Not after that kiss."
"Oh, you think you're that good?" I shot back. "Let me tell you, Mr. French-Gypsy-Thief, you aren’t that good of a kisser that I'm willing to be tied up and left at your mercy."
"I'm not?" he asked, grinning. "Then why have you not hit me, turned around, and started running yet?"
I couldn't answer, looking down at him. Francois set his saw down, our errand forgotten in his smoldering dark eyes. They whirled, promising things that I could only fantasize about before, and couldn't imagine living without any longer. Coming closer, he took the branch from my hand and tossed it aside. "I know why," he said simply, stroking my hair with his gloved hand. "The same reason I don’t want to leave the cabin yet.”
His lips came to mine again, his hands pushing the shoulder strap of my bag off to tumble to the ground. His kiss was stronger, more powerful than last time, demanding my return. I kissed him back, losing myself in the sensation of his lips on mine. His hands roamed over my back, pulling me close again as he licked and sucked on the sensitive spot under my jawline, my hands clutching at his back. Lifting me, Francois carried me to a clear portion of the forest, a thick carpet of needles cushioning me as he laid me down underneath the deep green towering pine tree. Stripping off his gloves, he reached for the zipper of my jacket, sliding it down to expose me. The thermal shirt underneath hugged my body and he gazed at me with hunger.
It had been a long time since a man looked at me like that. I reached out with my hand to cup between his legs, an electric thrill running through me when I touched the large, steely bulge. He was big, and I licked my lips in anticipation.
"It is too cold for this position," Francois deferred, pulling me to my feet. "While I’d love to see you in all of your beautiful glory, I want to feel a woman around me, not a Popsicle." Pushing me against the ancient pine, we kissed again, our hands fumbling at the buckles of our pants and snaps. His hand found the front of my panties, rubbing the already damp fabric and I cried out, electricity flaring from just the simple touch. While his fingers massaged me through my panties, he whispered in my ear, heated words that added to my body's inner fire. "That’s it, beautiful lady. So soft. I’d love to have you on a bed, but this’ll have to do for now.”
Francois found the side of my panties, pulling them to the side to expose my tender lips and slipped a finger inside me. My wet folds clung to the strong digit even as my arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him to me to crush my lips against his, pinning myself willingly between the tree and his strong body. His finger pumped in and out of me, pulling gasps and moans out of my chest while Francois and I entwined our tongues, tasting each other. Finally, I couldn't take anymore and needed him inside me.
Turning around, I put my gloved hands against the tree and looked over my shoulder. "Think you can keep my ass warm enough?"
"Belle dame, vous avez aucune idée," Francois said under his breath as he reached forward and pulled my pants and panties down enough that I was exposed to him. My jacket hung down over most of my ass, but still I shivered as my sensitive, sex-flushed skin was exposed to the chill air, the shivers transitioning into shivers of passionate anticipation as he reached into his pocket, pulling out a condom.
“Whoa there. You’re mighty confident bringing me out here with that,” I replied, pushing back into him. His cock nestled between my thighs, hard and warm while he held my hips, grinding into me. We both moaned at the sensation, teasing ourselves as we let the anticipation build.