Amelie stirred, her eyelids fluttering open as a shaft of bright morning light pierced through the gap in the curtains, falling across her face and rousing her from a deep, dreamless slumber. She blinked, her vision hazy and unfocused as she took in her surroundings, her brow furrowing as she tried to recall how she had ended up in her bed.
"Mon dieu, my head feels like it's splitting open," she thought to herself, wincing as she sat up slowly, the movement sending a sharp pang of pain lancing through her temples. "And why am I so incredibly sore... everywhere?" Amelie glanced down at her naked body, the sheets falling away to reveal her bare skin, a light blush coloring her cheeks as she took in the sight of her disheveled hair, the delicate red marks littering her breasts and thighs. "What happened last night? I can't remember anything after the date, after the champagne..."
As if on cue, a deep snore sounded from beside her, drawing Amelie's attention to the muscular arm draped possessively over her waist, the chest pressed against her back. Her eyes widened as she took in the sight of Julien, his handsome face relaxed in sleep, a light stubble darkening his jawline, his dark hair tousled and messy.
"Julien... he's here, in bed with me. But how did this happen?" Amelie wracked her brain, trying desperately to recall the events of the previous night, but her mind remained frustratingly blank. "The last thing I remember is taking with him on our blind date, feeling flushed and warm, then... nothing." A sudden, vivid image flashed through her mind - the feeling of Julien's lips on her skin, his hands roaming her body, his hard, muscular frame pinning her down against the mattress. Amelie's blush deepened, a sudden, sharp surge of arousal pulsing through her core as she recalled the way he had touched her, tasted her, brought her to the brink of ecstasy with his skilled mouth and fingers.
"Oh god, he went down on me... there. And I don't even remember it properly." The realization sent a fresh wave of embarrassment and reluctant excitement crashing over her. "I must have been so drunk, so wanton, letting him do that... in my drunken state I probably begged him for more." Amelie bit her lip, her thighs clenching together as she felt a fresh surge of wetness gather between them at the vivid, explicit memory. "But why can't I remember the rest? Did we... did we actually fuck? Is that why I'm so sore?"
Amelie gasped softly as she felt Julien's grip around her waist tighten, his muscular arm pulling her more firmly against the hard, warm expanse of his chest. She arched her back instinctively, a breathless little moan escaping her lips as Julien's hands came up to cup the soft, rounded globes of her breasts, his long fingers sinking into the delicate flesh. He kneaded and squeezed, his touch sending sparks of pleasure shooting through Amelie's body, making her nipples stiffen and ache for more of his attention.
Just as Amelie was about to voice her confusion and embarrassment, Julien's head tilted, and he placed a trail of hot, open-mouthed kisses along the column of her throat. Amelie shuddered, a breathless sigh escaping her kiss-swollen lips as she tilted her head to the side, giving Julien better access to the sensitive skin of her neck.
"Bonjour, ma belle," Julien murmured, his deep, resonant voice a low, seductive rumble in the quiet of the bedroom. His lips curled into a smirk against Amelie's skin, a hint of masculine satisfaction and a promise of more to come coloring his tone. "Did you sleep well?"
Amelie swallowed thickly, her heart pounding in her chest as she tried to gather her scattered thoughts. She turned her head slowly, her emerald eyes meeting Julien's dark, smoldering gaze. "Julien... can you please explain what happened last night? I... I don't remember much after we left the bistro." Her voice was a breathless, almost hesitant whisper, a light blush coloring her cheeks as she awaited his response with a mix of anticipation and trepidation.
Julien's smirk widened into a wicked, devilish grin as he took in the flushed, almost shy look on Amelie's face. Without warning, he captured her lips in a searing, hungry kiss, his tongue delving into the sweet recesses of her mouth to claim and possess her completely. Amelie gasped, her eyes fluttering closed as she found herself drowning in the intensity of Julien's passion, her own tongue tangling with his in a dance of desire and need.
As Julien kissed her, his hands continued their sensual assault on Amelie's breasts, kneading and squeezing the soft, pliant flesh with a newfound sense of familiarity and possession. He rolled and plucked at her nipples, the stiff peaks aching and throbbing under his skilled touch, sending jolts of electricity coursing through Amelie's body. She could feel the heat building between her thighs, a molten ache that grew more insistent with each passing second as Julien stoked the flames of her arousal.
Breaking the kiss, Julien pulled back just enough to murmur against Amelie's kiss-swollen lips, "Not much happened, ma chérie. We just fucked. Several times." His voice was a low, rough rasp, a hint of masculine smugness and deep satisfaction coloring his tone. "I fucked this tight little pussy..." To emphasize his point, Julien's hand slid down the flat plane of Amelie's stomach, his fingers delving between her thighs to stroke the slick, swollen folds of her sex. Amelie gasped, her hips jerking forward instinctively as she felt Julien's fingers parting her slick lower lips, his long, dexterous digits slipping easily into her dripping, aching heat.
Amelie blushed furiously, a deep crimson hue spreading across her cheeks and down the elegant column of her neck as she felt Julien's fingers stroking her most intimate place, her body responding with a will of its own, her slick arousal coating his digits as they plunged in and out of her tight, clenching heat. Flustered, she placed her small, delicate hands atop Julien's larger, more muscular ones, gently but firmly pushing them away as she shook her head in disbelief.
"Julien, don't lie to me," Amelie scolded softly, her voice breathless but stern as she met his heated gaze. "I know you would never have taken advantage of me like that, not with how drunk I was. You always said you wanted me to remember every moment whenever we..." She trailed off, biting her lip as a sudden wave of embarrassment crashed over her at the explicit nature of their impending conversation. "Back when we were in college, you said you wanted me to feel good and remember everything afterwards."
Julien's smirk only widened at Amelie's shy, almost accusatory tone. He brought his glistening fingers up to his lips, making a show of licking her essence from the digits as he held her gaze with a look of pure, unadulterated wickedness. "Mmm, you taste even better than I remember, ma belle," he purred, his voice a low, seductive rumble. "But that was more than a decade ago, non? People change, Amelie. Desires change. And right now..." Julien's hand slid back up her body, cupping the soft weight of her breast as he leaned in close, his lips brushing against the shell of her ear. "Right now, all I want to do is bend you over and fuck this tight little ass until you scream." To emphasize his point, Julien's other hand slid down her body to settle into her ass, his fingers dug into the supple flesh of Amelie's rear, kneading and squeezing the rounded globe possessively.
Amelie's eyes widened, a fresh surge of embarrassed arousal pulsing through her core at Julien's crude, explicit words. She could feel the heat of his breath against her skin, the hard, muscular length of his arousal pressing against her thigh, a testament to his desire and hunger for her. "Julien, you can't just... I mean, we shouldn't..." Amelie's protests were weak, her voice breathless and lacking in conviction as she squirmed under Julien's intimate touch and heated gaze.
Julien let out a deep, rumbling chuckle, the sound vibrating through his chest as he took in the flustered, almost scandalized look on Amelie's face. He could see the way her emerald eyes flashed with a mix of embarrassment, arousal, and a hint of anger at his crude words. Amused, he threw his head back and laughed, a wicked grin spreading across his handsome face.
"Je suis désolé, ma belle," Julien apologized, but there was no real remorse in his tone, only a deep, masculine satisfaction at the effect he had on her. "I was just messing with you. We didn't fuck, so don't look at me like that." He reached out, trying to take Amelie's hand in his own, but she snatched it away, her cheeks burning with a deep blush.
Amelie huffed, her lips pursed in a pretty pout as she glared at Julien. "You're such a jerk, Julien!" she cursed him, her voice rising in pitch and volume. "How can you joke about something like that?" To punctuate her words, Amelie began hitting Julien's muscular chest with her small, delicate fists, her blows landing with soft, ineffectual thuds against his firm pectorals.
Julien just laughed harder, easily catching Amelie's wrists in his large hands as he pulled her close, pinning her arms above her head and trapping her beneath him on the bed. "Such a fiery little thing, aren't you?" he murmured, his dark eyes glinting with mischief and a hint of desire. "I've always loved that about you, Amelie. Your passion, your spirit..."
Julien's head dipped, his lips hovering a mere breath away from Amelie's as he spoke, his voice a low, intimate murmur. "You know, if I wanted to fuck you, I would have done it last night, drunk or not." His hips pressed forward, the thick, hard length of his arousal nestling against Amelie's thigh, "and you wouldn't have stopped me, even in your inebriated state," Julien finished, his voice a low, rough growl that sent shivers cascading down Amelie's spine.
He could feel her, soft and pliant and yielding beneath him, her naked body fitting perfectly against his own as he pinned her to the mattress. The scent of her perfume mingled with the musky aroma of their tangled sheets, a heady, intoxicating combination that made Julien's head spin with desire. He could feel every inch of her, from the delicate arch of her feet to the tempting curve of her lips, and he ached to map every contour with his hands, his mouth, his body. But he held back, content for the moment to simply drink in the sight of her, his eyes roaming hungrily over her flushed, beautiful face as he awaited her response, a smug, anticipatory grin tugging at the corners of his mouth.