Free Napoleon's Gift by Alie Infante Page B

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.  
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