Free Bella... A French Life by Marilyn Z Tomlins Page B

was parallel to mine and next he pressed his warm and wet lips against mine, pushing hard against my mouth as if he was about to eat me. He was hurting me. I groan of pain escaped me. He released his grip and so suddenly and violently did he do so I almost lost my balance, but quickly he pushed me onto the bed behind us.
    “I need the bathroom,” he said. “Just a moment.”
    He halted at the window, opened it and reached for the green shutter behind it, which he closed, removing from sight the bare grey hillock where we had a few minutes earlier walked.
    “That’s better,” he said.
    The room, thus darkened, its ambience was less harsh, more intimate. Even the bland smell of detergent seemed to have gone, or we had become accustomed to it.
    I sat on the bed, motionless.
    The man about to become my lover disappeared into the bathroom. A couple of minutes later he reappeared. He was naked, his right hand covering his slightly erect manhood. To keep it under control?
    Oh no!
    From the corridor came footsteps.
    I took a sharp breath and held it. Was someone going to knock on the door to offer us a pre-dinner drink?
    Jean-Louis too looked towards the door.
    The only other light in the room came from underneath it. A shadow passed in the light. There was no knock. The footsteps ambled along the corridor.
    Exhaling audibly, Jean-Louis walked over to me and pulled me to my feet by my hands.
    “Let me undress you,” he murmured.
    He rolled my jacket off my shoulders and chucked it on top of his but it slipped to the floor. We did not pick it up. He rolled my trousers down over my buttocks, his hands lightly touching my skin. I wiggled for the trousers to fall to my ankles and stepped from them. His hands hot and trembling slightly, he turned me around and unhooked my bra.
    I, too, had begun to tremble slightly.
    “Let me help you, Bella.”
    He meant with my panty.
    He slipped his hands over my hips and with a hurried movement he rolled my panty down over my legs. Suddenly embarrassed at my nakedness, I raised my arms to my breasts and covered them.
    I was feeling breathless.
    Jean-Louis knelt on the floor and took hold of my panty to slip it over my naked feet. He looked up at the dark half-moon of pubic hair which hid the only part of me left to be discovered.
    “I like that,” he whispered.
    He pushed the fingers of one hand through the hair and, spreading his fingers, he moved his hand over my stomach to my belly button. At the same time he brought his head down to my stomach, pressed his lips against my skin, and eased me backwards onto the bed.
    He lowered his body onto mine and slivers of light passing through the shutters made him look like some strange creature from outer space, or from the depth of the ocean, about to devour me.
    I waited.
    Using his legs and his right hand he forced my legs, still hanging over the edge of the bed, apart. With his left hand, pushed under my body, he lifted me, lining me up for the carnal embrace which was to follow. I could feel him inside me and I was surprised by the urgency with which he pumped my body. With his right hand he pulled at my hair, wet with perspiration, and clinging to my face.
    Suddenly, he stopped moving.
    “A moment please,” he said.
    I could feel him slipping from me and next his sperm spurted onto my stomach. His eyes were closed, the veins on his forehead pumped full of blood.
    He rolled off me, his features relaxed, his eyes shiny with content.
    “Your turn now,” he said.
    He began to stroke my legs, his fingers slowly moving to between my thighs. When my features too were relaxed, he playfully bit the tip of my nose.
    Holding one another, Jean-Louis and I slept for a while, and on waking, he started to stroke my breasts. First tenderly, next, urgently, and we made love again, not just once but again and again and with less urgency than the first time. Each time he withdrew and spilled his life-giving seed over my thighs.
    Neither needed any tricks to