Chapter 397: Mimi XLIII—Sweet Boy

“If you stop right now you useless little puppy,” Michele whispered in French as she lay down on the bed, looking at Dan’s sweet, shining, sculpted body, “I will get a knife I swear and skin you!”

As could be expected, the boy was captivated, his eyes hungry and his mouth slightly open, tickled by a language he couldn’t understand. He grabbed her hand and didn’t look so shy anymore, Michele let the small disappear from her face and he crawled on top of her, not touching her at first, she could just feel the heat of his chest over her and he propped himself over her, his hands now sinking into the mattress on either side of her body. She could see his flesh quivering, like an animal overheated and impatient and it juiced her blood to boiling edginess.

Sweat and salt, the taste of his skin on her tongue, she held the flesh of his chest between her teeth momentarily, he groaned and his hands became confident and forceful, thick, strong fingers running through her hair. She wondered if he even remembered who Cecile was right now, or even if he had a reason for staying away from her. He kissed her mouth again and as they did, Michele unfastened her pants and wiggled a little to loosen them. He breathed in sharply and he helped her take them off, she smiled because his fingers trembled almost violently when they touched the bare skin of her thighs.

“Kiss me there,” she whispered.

And he did, his mouth on her skin as if finding nourishment from it, he kissed and he kissed fingers touching where his lips were, up her thigh to her belly and she held lightly onto his thick damp hair, wondering if she should try guiding him into another direction, wondered how he would take that idea. But no, not for an innocent, they never took to that idea readily. She closed her eyes and sighed lightly, unless of course he found his way there, she could wait a few moments to see.

At intervals he gasped, catching air, swallowing it, the tone of his voice deep and soft in it and then he found her breasts, young men always found those quickly, wanted that the most. Michele giggled and sighed with bliss when his mouth closed on her breast, one of his hands trembling on her rib cage, kiss, kiss, kiss, suck, nip… Michele laughed, the boy thought to bite her there?

“Are you ticklish?” he asked with a sheepish smile, his eyes restored with their trademark vitality and shine. “Sorry.” He took his hands off her sides.

“I’m not,” she whispered.

“You’re so beautiful,” he said in a low voice, a blink of his eyes, sincerity. And then his mouth back on her breasts and Michele frowned, he could be at that all day if given the chance she could tell, had he forgotten about everything else?

“Oh I don’t have time for this!” Michele said in French and she held onto his waist firmly and opened her legs around him, found that spot, reached down and one hand on his ass she pushed him in. Bliss, addictive, bliss untainted, a complete relief to the want nagging her for these past months, she closed her eyes and arched underneath him and moaned, “Oh you sweet thing.”

“Oh my God!” Dan moaned his mouth open almost as if he were in pain, his eyes glassy and helpless like a stricken deer. “Oh… God…”

Oh don’t you dare! Michele thought and she took his cheeks in her hands and looked him straight in the eye, “Calm down,” she whispered, “Come down, my love, slow it down, relax, save it….”

Dan gasped, she could feel him holding his breath, and his body took over, instinct overriding his lack of experience, his arms cradled her body and he bore into her as only a young man could, with complete disregard for female comfort or rhythm, harder than an older man could ever hope to be, clumsier than he would ever want to remember. “Oh God,” Dan whispered, breathing now, more like panting, and he moaned with that helpless, fragile way a man never realized he let escape.

He’s smaller than I thought he would be, Michele thought with an indulgent grin, liking his speed, realizing he would need enthusiastic speed to maintain her pleasure; she wanted to laugh so much. “That’s it,” she whispered, “Keep it up, you’re so…” Michele bit her lip and sighed, feeling her own body warm and rush with pleasure, “sweet boy.”

Almost there… Michele thought… almost….

Ah and that’s what she got for not paying attention to him. Dan gasped, cried out, “OH!” and she felt his entire body stiffen, taut muscles tightening even more and she could feel his back twitch with overexertion, his hips violent, three deep plunges into her before he tightened again his eyes closed, lost in his own pleasure.

“Look at me,” she whispered wanting to at least see that moment in his eyes, and he did, ah yes he belonged to her right now in this moment, he belonged to her and in an instant, he gasped again and trembled and he fell onto her, burning slick solid chest on her, his weight dead, he kissed her throat and rolled off her.

“Oh God I’m sorry!” he moaned. “I… I can’t believe I…”

Yes you finished in six minutes you shit unless I’m being too generous, Michele thought but she couldn’t stop herself from giggling so much, her cheeks burned and she felt so exhilarated regardless the lack of her own orgasm. At least the kid had fun, inwardly her eyes rolled. “Oh you beautiful puppy,” she whispered smiling and she turned to him and kissed him softly on the lips and touched the side of his nose briefly with her finger. “Oh you’re so strong, too strong yes, strong ones always find their pleasure so quickly the first time, it’s normal.”

“Oh God I knew it, I knew I blew it!” Dan groaned, “You must be laughing at me!”

Michele sat up and she leaned over him and kissed him again, and just like the curious boy he was, his hand closed on one of her breasts. “Stop fussing, you’re so gorgeous, so alive, so passionate yes? I could not breathe you would have finished me!”

“Really?” Dan asked in an awe stuck voice.

“Mmm,” Michele replied and she realized that her back hurt, and her thighs hurt, and everything was still sore from last night and she didn’t particularly want to be here anymore. “Oh you sweet boy I have to go.” She swung her legs over the side of the bed, feeling damp and a little annoyed and now a little petulant that she didn’t have full physical satisfaction. She leaned over and grabbed her underwear and put her feet through. “I can’t be here anymore.” Well there’s one initial, quickie Cecile will never have to put up with.

Well that’s that, she thought, at least she had something to tell Patrick tonight.

Danny hugged her from behind, his body now cold, the sweat soaking her own skin and she shrugged him off, not wanting to be touched anymore.

“Don’t go don’t leave me I can do it again,” Dan moaned. “I’ll be better this time, I promise! Just let me show you, I don’t want to be a disappointment, please!”

“Oh I have appointments, I can’t, I can’t let anyone suspect,” she murmured, there his gallantry should come into play again but he hugged her tighter and she felt in the small of her back as his bare legs surrounded her, that indeed he was ready to go again.

A young man can always go again so quickly, she wouldn’t doubt within the next few minutes he would be even more inflamed and eager, this time more concerned with performance and impressing her, more emotionally bent on fulfilling her. A slow grin spread over her heart and Michele suddenly realized that she didn’t have to let go of him so quickly. How often did it occur where a woman had such a young pup to train, to fill with wonderment?

Cecile should thank me, Michele thought with no shame or regret. I can give her a trained lover, someone who can please her every desire, every whim, every dream she didn’t even know she had. Her Daniel could be the man she has built in her dreams, the perfect lover, not some confused, fumbling, fool. Ah so there is something good she could bring out of this.

Michele grinned and turned to Dan and caressed his cheek. “I have to go now, but not forever yes?”

“Oh yes!” Dan said, “But please, another half hour please? Can’t you stay please?”

Leave him wanting.

“I only brought one,” she hesitated to say it and she blushed so he would know that he needed to be more considerate of her feelings. “I only brought one…” Oh why did you bring only one condom! Her mind raged, he’s a young man! Why bring only one with a young man?

“Oh,” Dan murmured. “I love…”

“Shh!” Michele hissed and she pressed her fingers against his lips. “Don’t say anything more.””

Dan smiled and let go of her. “Can I walk you out at least? Can I make you some coffee?”

Michele cupped his chin in her fingers and she kissed him quickly. “Just let me get dressed yes?” Oh my sweet new toy, Michele added inwardly. Oh no, she couldn’t get rid of him now, just not right now, he would be fun to play with for just a little while yet. Yes, she thought, Cecile will thank me, even if she never knows what I’ve done for her, she can thank me.