Before Fanny could say something, or even think to protest, he reached down and grabbed her nipple.

Fanny hissed at Michel's sudden action as her head fell backward, another groan slipping out of her mouth.


He sucks and tugs on it only to then gently kiss it.

Fanny felt his beard touch her soft skin, and without thinking, pushed her chest forward.

Oh my God, what's going on with her?


Release his hand to hold her hip, he reached his hand to her other breast and stroked it through the fabric of her bra, slowly rubbing his thumb in a circular motion, his tongue in motion, same on her other nipple.

Fanny gasped, her head moving wildly from left to right, trying to get rid of the sensation that was happening in her lower body.


She tried to squeeze her legs together, but Michel's knees kept stopping her.

"No... Please..." She subconsciously lifted a trembling hand and stroked his cheek as he continued.

Without thinking, she gently moved her hand to his cheek, feeling his soft skin under her fingers.

Then her arms wrapped around his neck as she held him in her lap.

Like her body wasn't hers anymore.

Fanny doesn't know what's going on. It all happened too fast.

Her fingers tightened around Michel's neck as she felt his hand move down her belly, causing her fingernails to gently scrape his skin in response.

It was a chaste caress and slow, but erotic.

Immediately, she felt him stiffen, leaning against her midsection as he bit down on her nipple, causing her to contort her body against him.

Fanny expected Michel to slow down when he stopped sucking, but instead, she felt him push her knees forward, separating her legs more so his hands could move freely between her thighs.

Slowly, with the utmost care, he moved her black panties aside and located her clitoris while keeping his gaze on her.

Fanny sucked in a breath as he ran his thumb over it.

She couldn't stand it. So, not understanding what was happening to her, she groaned out loud.

Her body tightened and she felt her muscles cramp, a very intoxicating feeling.

Michel continued to rub his thumb all over her body, repeating this move as the muscles in her legs contracted.

Suddenly, he pressed his thumb into 'there' causing Fanny to jerk, letting out a sharp squeak.

Mesmerized by what he's doing, Michel doesn't mind taking care of his toughness begging for attention.

He's all too amused by the emotions on Fanny's face as they maintain eye contact while panting heavily with cheeks flushed in this gorgeous shade of pink.

Getting up to speed, Michel started stroking her harder until she felt goosebumps while the rest of her body was shaking with a mixture of pain and intense pleasure.

Fanny couldn't describe it. She didn't know what that feeling was. It was something she had never felt before. Her senses were overwhelmed and her vision blurred as Michel continued the slow, torturous action on her body.

"What is happening to me?" She only managed to whisper, before she started to feel dizzy and her head hit the wall.

She couldn't take it anymore.

Fanny pressed against his fingers, her scream echoing through the walls of the room as her orgasm hit so hard that her vision blurred, and black dots appeared before her eyes.

Michel slowly let go of Fanny and saw her body sway, feeling so light and wonderfully numb at the same time.

However, when she opened her eyes and saw that he was still looking at her, she was surprised to see him standing there with his eyes wide open as if he had just been hit by a truck, a bit of shock on his face.

"This isn't your first time, is it?" He said, his voice simple but somehow hoarse.

Fanny was still busy getting her breath back, not quite listening to what he had to say.

"What?"

"Orgasm. It's not your first time. Right?"

Michel almost looks angry, though Fanny doesn't understand what she did wrong.

When she didn't answer, he took another step away from her and ran his hand through her hair, emitting a curse under his breath.

"Damn it, answer me."

"I don't know exactly what you want to know. What kind of question is that?" She threw him back.

She felt embarrassed enough.

And now she's standing there, wearing only her underwear, being questioned by him, she can't understand why he's suddenly angry.

His breathing became difficult as he turned and took a step towards her again.

"You are a virgin."

Her silence was enough for him to understand precisely what the case was.

She has never slept with anyone before, let alone experienced an orgasm until now.

And that made him angry. Too angry.

Michel doesn't know exactly what his rage is directed at, but he knows that this is what curses in his veins as he looks at her, standing there, eyes wide and her cheeks red.

"You must be kidding me!" He growled as he grabbed the nightgown he had pulled off her body before leaving the floor and hurling it at her.

Fanny burst into tears. She didn't understand what was going on.

Why is he so mad at her? Did she do something wrong?

"And didn't you think to warn me?" He hissed as she wore a small satin nightgown that only reached mid-thigh, making him even more frustrated.

"Warning you? This is not contagious." She spoke softly, biting her lip as she watched him exhale forcefully, nostrils flaring, hands clenched into fists.

Infection? Is that what she understood to be the problem between them? Is he disgusted?

He's not mad because she's a virgin.

He's crazy because this is not his territory.

Michel just didn't go near them and he wasn't about to explain to her why either.