Michel smiled, the corner of her lips curled up in a small smile.

Despite appearing only so quickly, the smile disappeared as Michel slowly reached out and tucked a loose lock of hair behind her ear.


Suddenly there was a huge lump stuck in her throat she didn't want to go away no matter how hard she tried to swallow it down.

Instead, Fanny just continued to sit there, frozen, as Michel began to carefully undo the pins holding her hair up, releasing the soft strand little by little, gently running his fingers through it and over and over. repeat motion.

When her hair was finally down, he stroked the side of her face down to her chin, tracing her bottom lip with his thumb.


It's like he's in a trance, unable to stop himself from continuing his actions, following whatever feels right and irrationally trying to tell him.

As he leaned in, his face very close to hers, Fanny took a deep breath.


"What are you doing?" She asked in a small whisper, her lips brushing against his due to the immediate closeness.

"Shh..." Michel soothed her gently before closing the little space left between them to kiss her.

He just needs to do it again.

Revisit the feeling he hasn't forgotten since the last time he hugged and tasted her like this.

And to his satisfaction, she let him do what he wanted.

She still hasn't kissed him back, but she doesn't push him away and at least that's a start.

Gently stroking her, he kissed her lips again and again, so soft that as he began to pull her deeper, Fanny was happy to reciprocate, allowing him to pull her into his lap, squeezing him with one leg on each side of him.

Her fingers found their way into his hair and as they curled into fists, holding him tight as he continued the sweet attack on her mouth, Michel's heart began to beat faster as the last and he felt her kiss him back.

He kissed her as he picked her up and carried her to the bed, lips working madly as he gently laid her down and on top of her.

Fanny gripped his shoulder, trying to pull him closer, but he held back.

Michel stared into her eyes, searching for an answer to an unanswered question.

Fanny wanted to know what he was looking for, but before she could ask, he seemed to have found his answer.

The corners of his lips lifted, and he kissed her sweetly before whispering in her ear.

"Let me make you feel good. I'll just touch, okay?"

She trembled at his words, her body burning in flames she had never felt before.

Fanny nodded, her vocal cords not really working at that moment.

Instead, she ran trembling fingers through his thick hair as his lips moved down her neck while he gently stroked her back before zipping her skirt down and taking it off her.

Closing her eyes, she tried to relax and shivered as he felt his warm breath against her bare belly.

Michel tasted her skin, his tongue dipping into her navel, making her gasp as a tingling ran through her bottom half.

He takes his time, kissing and stroking every inch of exposed skin while Fanny squirms, her moans mixed with the soft music still playing in the background.

She didn't know what it was, she had just turned on a random classical radio, but the melodious notes that flashed past her accentuated every calculated touch of his fingertips.

Fanny felt his hand move over her thigh, stroking her soft skin.

He tucks them underneath her, undoing her bra clip with a quick, experienced flick.

Surprised, Fanny opened her eyes again and peeked at him as he sat back on his knees.

Michel smiled sheepishly as he removed her bra, tossing it on the floor.

His gaze rested on her for a moment before slowly, carefully, drifting down.

She consciously tensed at the thought of her inexperience.

Fanny felt very raw and open, having never interacted with someone like that before.

Fanny doesn't know if she should do something or just let it happen.

But Michel seemed to like what was going on so she waited for him to react, letting him continue what he was doing, which he did a second later by running his index finger down her chest.

"Beautiful..." Michel whispered.

"You are so beautiful."

The sound of his voice put her at ease. Sparks danced across her chest, her skin sparkling under his touch. The hand on her stomach drifted further down, sliding under the belt of her panties.

At that moment, Fanny could think and feel nothing but his touch, sensations flooding her from head to toe.

It only got stronger as his hand rubbed the space between her thighs, until then, she hadn't realized the desperate pain of his attention.

He pressed his lips to hers again as she swallowed a sob and arched her back.

Electric currents ran through her veins, small rock explosions burned inside her.

Her legs trembled, her breathing erratic as the softest moans forced their way out of her throat.

Gripping the sheets, she closed her eyes tightly, the feeling more intense than she could have imagined a simple touch could conjure. Her entire body was on fire, lava condensing beneath the surface and flowing through her bloodstream, warming her skin to a pale pink hue.

"Just feel it. It's wonderful, isn't it?" Michel whispered into her neck, his voice low.

The buildup grew, growing stronger as Fanny moved her hips, looking for more friction.

Her body craves it, cries for it, and begs for more.

Moaning, Michel pulled his mouth away from hers, his lips touching hers as her body contracted before exploding in pleasure.

Shockwaves emanate from within her, shooting down her legs and up through her stomach as she convulses with orgasm.

She stammered, trying to call his name, but there was nothing coherent between their connected lips.

The feeling stayed with her for a few minutes, but the tension receded from her muscles like a wave.