Napoleon's Gift (10 page)

“
Trois jours monsieur
.” Three days sir, I replied, and his grin widened.

“
Le monsieur n'est pas nécessaire
.
Et avez-vous des notions de ce qui se passe entre un homme et une femme aimée?”
The Sir…is not necessary. Moreover, do ye have any notions of what happens between a man and a woman? He asked, and I rolled my eyes at his grin, then frowned at him.

“
Comme condescendant que vous apparaissez, je ne suis pas naïf à ce point, j'ai eu des relations avec un homme. Et seulement aujourd'hui, je les ai eu avec une femme
.” As condescending as you appear, I am not that naïve. I have had relations with a man before. In addition, just today I had them with a woman. I came back with, my frown deeper.

He threw his head back and laughed.

“
Une femme
?” A woman, he asked with a look of surprise, then it was replaced by that confounded grin.

“
Oui
.” Yes, I nodded curtly.

“
Hummm,
Venir
.” Come, he said, then motioned for me to sit on the bed, and I did with some trepidation.

He unbelted the dressing gown, then slipped it from my shoulders. The breath left his chest in a quite rush. He bent to his knees in front of me, then placed my leg on his knee, as he unfastened the first of the garters.

“
Et quel âge
?” How old was he? He asked, but my eyes closed at the sensations his fingers were creating on the inside of my thigh, and the breath left me just as quickly.

“
Mon amour…ses années
?” My Love…years? He questioned, and another gasp left me as his hand went to my other thigh, and released the garter.

“
19 années
.” Nineteen years, I cried as his hand moved further up, gently caressing me, in regions I never once spoke about before, until Claudette and today.

I looked up at him wide
-eyed.

“
C’est ma chérie, ce n'est pas un homme, mais un enfant
.” That my darling…is not a man…but a child. He whispered, as his lips touched the inside of my thigh, and I nearly screamed.

My mind continued to reel, as his hands did the most tempting things to me.

I had been under the impression that I was to be the seducer.

“
Et quel âge êtes-vous
?” Moreover, how many years are ye? He asked as his lips moved in a circular motion, and the moan left me before I could stifle it.

“
26 années vieux
.”  Twenty-six I gasped, as his right hand came up to caress my left breast.

“
Et votre âge à l’époque
?”  Your age at the time? He questioned, as he slowly moved me further onto the bed.

“
Dix-neuf, comme il était
.” Nineteen, just as he was I moaned, as his lips began to caress me, my fingers twisting into the folds of the bed sheets.

“
Et combien de fois
?”  How often? He inquired lifting his head for the briefest of moments.

“
Juste une fois
!” Just the once I screamed, as I felt my body tighten, and every thing Claudette said came rushing up from the pit of me as he caressed me with his mouth, the scream leaving me of it’s own accord.

“That
chér
, is not lovemaking.” He said in English, pulled me up from the bed, then sat me in his lap.

I looked down on him, completely taken aback.

He took the ribbon from my hair, shook it, then kissed my neck.

“I shall teach ye to love a man
properly.” He stated, as his hand came up to caress my breast.

“
Je pensais que c'était à moi de faire le séduire
.” I thought it was up to me, to be the seductress. I said, removed myself from his lap, finished off the whiskey, then bent to remove his trousers.

When he sat before me naked and erect, I slipped the lambskin in my mouth, just
as Monique showed me, then went to him. I placed my hand on his erection, the breath left his chest in an audible whoosh, and his fingers tightened into the bed sheets as I placed the lambskin on his errection with my mouth.

I drew back
to peer at his face then. His lips were slightly parted, his eyes hooded, but what made me smile was the half grin.
Monique had been right
, I thought chuckling to myself.

Due to my
newfound sexuality because of Claudette, and the two glasses of whiskey, I felt quite confident in what I was doing. I refused to allow the small nagging voice in the back of my head to deter me.

I could do this.

I did exactly what Claudette showed me with the banana, and was surprised as his hips jerked into the bed, and the breaths left him rapidly now.

“Shite!” He moaned deeply, and I brought my other hand lower and cupped him, then felt his entire body tense.

“Shite…shite!” He whispered harshly.

I was surprised when I was suddenly looking up at him. I gasped and his brow rose.

“
Mon tour
.” My turn, he grinned, and it was magnificent.

The dimples in his cheeks, and the sparkling blue eyes caused something to stir in me, that I had no notions of.
  The dimples seemed so familiar to me, but as he drew his lips to me, those thoughts left me.

I gasped, as his lips went to the curve of my neck. His lips lightly touched my heated skin, then he drew back and got up. I opened my eyes, and bit my lip. I could feel my cheeks tint as he looked at me. He went to the bar, poured two drinks, placed one on the nightstand next to me, went to
the settee, then reclined on it peering at me with a slight grin. I suddenly felt self-conscious, reached for the whiskey and finished it in one gulp, resisting the urge to choke.

    
“
Il est grossier pour regarder
.” It is rude to stare, I said softly, and he grinned.

     “
Est-ce que ce que je fais
?” Is that what I am doing? He asked as his grin got just a bit wider, and I frowned as I looked at him.

     “
Oui
.” Yes.

     “
Je ne peux pas l’aider, tu es belle
.
Un autre
?” I cannot help it, yer beautiful. Another? He asked as he nodded to the glass and I nodded back. He got up and took the glass to the bar again.

H
e filled it halfway, handed me the glass, then sat on the edge of the bed. I raised the glass to my lips with a slight smile, then emptied it of its contents. I noticed it did not burn like fire this time. Equally, my nerves seemed somewhat calmed.

He grinned, pulled me towards him, then took the glass from me and sat it on the nightstand as he kissed me.

    “My god yer beautiful.” He said in English as he drew back from me, and I looked down.

He lifted my chin then shaking his head.

     “
Ne jamais faire. Vous êtes, et vous ne savez même pas . C’est ce qui rend si.
” Do not ever do that. Ye are, and ye do not even realize it. Tis what makes ye so. He said as he kissed me deeply, and it seemed as if the spirits went straight to my head.

“
Mon Dieu.
” My God, I whispered licking my lips, as I felt the heat sear through me again.

I was stunned when I suddenly found myself in his lap.

As his lips touched my skin, I cried out.

“
Je ne suis pas un pour consommation de boissons alcoolisées
.” I am not one for spirits, I moaned as he ran his fingers through my hair, then ran his tongue up the side of my neck.  

I gasped, then opened my eyes, because he was suddenly above me. Before I could speak his lips took mine, and I felt it to the very tips of my toes. He brought his hands up my thighs, and I moaned. It felt as if my body was on fire, and everywhere his hands touched seemed to scorch my skin.

“
Mon Dieu
.”My God, I whispered again, and he grinned as he drew the skin in the curve my neck into his mouth. He rolled, so now I was on top of him. He ran his fingers through my hair drawing it to one side, so he could look at my face. He sat up, then wrapped my legs around his waist.

“Can I have ye?
Ye remind me so much of another.” He whispered in English, and I sighed as he kissed his way up my neck.

“
Je ne comprends pas
.” I do not understand, I moaned, and he kissed me deeply again.

“
Puis-je te faire l’amour
?” Can I make love to ye, he asked as he deepened the kiss, ceasing any further talk.

“Ye shall be mine, and mine alone.” He whispered in my ear as his hands began to caress my breast, I nodded and moaned at the same time.

“I will hold ye to that promise.” He said, and I nodded again, not realizing that he was speaking English.

“Let go of yer fear
c
hér
, I can feel yer passion; and it’s driving me mad.” He moaned as he suddenly took my nipple into his mouth, and my back arched as I screamed.

He traveled the length of my body,
and I sighed as his lips kissed my navel, and his tongue licked a path to the apex of my legs. He nudged them apart gently, and as his mouth closed over me, my back arched, a moan escaped my lips, as his hand came up to brush across my breast, and he rolled my nipple between his forefinger and thumb. When what Claudette called an orgasm went through me, I screamed panting.

He moved up my body, so now he was above me. He nudged my thighs with his knees, and I sighed as he pushed his hips forward.

“
Pouvez-vous sentir notre passion ensemble
?” Do ye feel the passion between us, he asked, and I nodded, because that was all I seemed to be able to do as he slowly moved his hips. I had no clue what it was, but I could feel something down to the tips of my toes. I raked my nails down his back, as he kissed my throat.

“
Dites-moi que vous l'aimez quand je fais cela
.” Tell me ye like this, he demanded, and I nodded.

“
Dire
.” Say it, he commanded. I screamed as he wrapped my legs around his waist, causing him to sink even deeper.

“
Je ne peux pas!
” I cannot, I moaned, as he brought his hips up and slammed them forward.

I gasped as he turned me, and pushed forward.

“
Oui, vous pouvez
.” Yes ye can, he hissed as he brought me up and pushed me forward. He ran his fingers through my hair, causing it to fall forward, and into my face. He sucked the skin at the nape of my neck into his mouth and I moaned.

“
C’est une joie totale et absolue à l’intérieur de vous.
” It is a complete and utter joy to be inside of ye, he whispered, and moved his hips slowly.

“
Mon Dieu, oui
!” My God, yes
,
I moaned, he kissed my back, then my shoulders.

He ran his hands up my sides, and I felt the passion between us rise as he turned me again, and sat me in his lap.

“
Je veux voir ce beau visage de vos
.” I want to see that beautiful face of yers, he said grinning as he lowered me, and I moaned.

“
Merde
.” Shite, I whispered before I realized it, then heard him chuckle.

“
Dites-moi ce que tu ressens
?” Tell me what ye feel, he asked as he kissed my throat, then jerked my hips forward.

I shook my head.

“
Je ne peux pas
.” I cannot, I cried.

“
Oui vous pouvez, dites-moi
.” Yes, ye can, tell me; he said grinning as he watched my face.

“
Mon Dieu, oui!
” My god, yes! I screamed as I rode him.

“
Dites-moi amoureux
.” Tell me sweetheart, he demanded as he kissed me, his rhythm even faster now.

“
Je ne peux pas, tu me tues
!” I cannot, you are slaying me, I screamed.

“I wan
t to hear it, say it!” He growled in English.

“
Oui, oui, ne vous arrêtez pas! Mon dieu!
” Yes, yes, please do not stop, my God! I screamed, as it hit me and he laughed.

He grinned
wider, because he was suddenly above me, which stopped that glorious feeling, but he pushed his hips forward. I moaned, as he brought my leg up and gripped the headboard, but he did not like that, so he pulled me back to a sitting positing.

With each thrust, I could feel it growing
again. He sucked the skin in the curve of my neck into his mouth, jerked my hips forward, and I screamed. He picked me up, then turned so now he was behind me. I gasped as his hips pushed forward, and he bent me toward the bed. He ran his tongue up my back, then put his hand in my hair and I moaned.