Re: Frances always get's what she wants part 3
anonymous
July 17 2009, 19:57:54 UTC
opps, the last bit was part 2, but ya'll knew that ;D ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "N-Now Frances, really! I'm tired! I want to go home!" Arthur stuttered as Frances wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed her body against his. The feeling of her breasts being crushed against his chest was enough to make him double over, but he wouldn't have any of it. No he certaintly would not let Frances seduce him into letting her get what she wanted.
As if reading his mind, Frances ran her hand down the side of Arthur's face and gave him a very pleading look. "But Arrthuuur...please, ma cher..," she said in an almost whimper and began kissing him all over his face.
It was at times like this when he hated her the most. Just because she was beautiful and smart and witty and confident and sexy didn't mean she could walk over him! But she often did. Even though Arthur never liked to admit it. She usually always got what she wanted.
Frances softly pressed her full lips to his. And in an instant, she had him wrapped around her finger like so many other men. Almost instinctively, Arthur wrapped his own arms around her waist and pressed into the kiss himself. She ran her tongue over his bottom lip and he parted his mouth without raising any objections, letting her delve around inside. Soon enough he was moaning her name, tightening his grip around her waist and probing for more. Frances pushed him down on the couch, not letting their kiss break apart so that she fell on top of him. Straddling him with her hips, she began to undo the buttons on his shirt, as she continued to dig deeper and deeper into his mouth, almost making him choke. When she was finished unbuttoning his shirt, she tossed it aside and ran her hands all over his chest. She finally broke the kiss off and lowered her head to his neck, where she immediately began to run wet kissed all up and down, occasionally sucking a bit of skin here and there.
Now Arthur was really passed the means of all reason here. He didn't care what happened as along as he could successfully get that dress off Frances. He began to untie the halter string that kept it up and clumsily tried to pry it off her (which she ended up having to do herself). He hastily unhooked her bra and tossed it aside along with the discarded dress and shirt. Cupping her right breast, he ran his thumb over her nipple, loving the feeling of it hardening under his touch. This caused a fluttery sigh to escape her lips which sent shivers down his back. He lowered his head to her bosom and took the other nipple in his mouth, running his tongue around the bud.
"Arthurrrr....," she purred in her heavy French accent, craddling his head and crushing his head deeper into her breasts. Arthur was in pure bliss now, there was no logic to any of this. He wanted Frances now, and he wanted her BAD. Her musky perfume was getting to his head and only made him lust after her more. Slipping his fingers inside her panties, he slowly pulled them off and let them fall the floor along with the growing heap of unwanted clothing. He gently rubbed her clitoris, which emanated a very loud, feminine sigh. He let his fingers drift down to her wet sex and slowly inserted one finger inside her. Unlocking his mouth from her nipple, he kissed up the front of her chest and onto her neck, nibbling and licking at taunt pieces of skin here and there. Frances softly moaned Arthur's name, running her fingers through his sandy blonde hair. She then proceeded to do something that always set him over the edge. Casually, she lifted a thumb to stroll it along one of his rather large eyebrows.
"Ahh!! Frances! Why must you always do that?" Arthur sighed in a half-seductive half-fluttered manner, removing his finger from inside her and looking up to meet her amused gaze.
"Because I always get the same reaction from you, ma cher," she giggled and kissed his forehead. Arthur thought this side of her was almost cute.
Re: Frances always get's what she wants part 4
anonymous
July 17 2009, 20:01:47 UTC
Frances then pulled his shoes off and flung them across the room(in a quite unlady like fashion) and started to unzip his zipper, slowly edging his pants off. Another particular thing she did was leave his socks on. He had no idea why she did that either, but he had a feeling it probably made him like a total idiot when making love, and that's probably what she was trying to get at. Always trying to make a fool of him, even during sex. That was Frances alright.
She smirked and eyed the rather obvious bulge in the Englishman's underwear
"It won't hurt you, love. Go ahead and have a go at it." Arthur muttered with a quirky smile. Frances frowned and leaned forward, tracing a single finger down Arthur's chest.
"I know what I am doing here, Angleterre, I don't need your consent!"
And in a flash, she had practically ripped his underwear off and was straddling him once again, positioning herself above him. She smirked and kissed the side of his face, whispering in his ear, "ready, Arthur?"
But before he could answer she had already lowered herself onto his member, and began to work at a steady pace of hip movement. He was hers now, totally and fully. And as she rocked her hips back and forth and kissed him with all the passion her lips could give, he really wouldn't have had it any other way.
"Frances..." he groaned, kissing her all over like a lovestruck school boy. He felt so good inside her, it was always a perfect match of tightness and comfort.
"Arrrthurr..." she panted into the crook of his neck, letting their beads of sweat intermingle. Arthur grabbed her firm buttcheek and tried to pull her in closer. She clutched his shoulders for support while she increased her speed. She moaned soft, unidentifiable French words into his ear. As her movement got faster, so did the moans and pants and grunts appeared more frequent. Random declarations of sweet nothings in both French and English echoed in the empty living room, except for the two very active lovers, engaging and exploring the other's body.
Arthur came first, of course, he always did. He could never manage to make his partner cum before him. Maybe it's because everything he learned about sex and the art of love-making came the Frances herself. Although a bit embarrassing, she had told him that everything about the act of sex was natural, and that he should enjoy it for all it was.
After Frances came and slid off Arthur, he wrapped his arms around her and kissed her lips once more.
"Happy Birthday," he whispered and smiled, sincerely this time. But when he got no response from Frances, he looked down to see what the matter what. She had already begun to doze off, her face pressed snuggly against his chest. She looked so peaceful, so lovely. Arthur couldn't help but to smile even more as he kissed her head and closed his own eyes.
Yes he had met many women over the course of the centuries. But there had never been a woman that he had loved more than the woman asleep in his arms.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ZOMG that was my first het lemon XD Hope it was ok o3o Now I'm off to do laundry! Which isn't as fun as sex sadly :'D
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"N-Now Frances, really! I'm tired! I want to go home!" Arthur stuttered as Frances wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed her body against his. The feeling of her breasts being crushed against his chest was enough to make him double over, but he wouldn't have any of it. No he certaintly would not let Frances seduce him into letting her get what she wanted.
As if reading his mind, Frances ran her hand down the side of Arthur's face and gave him a very pleading look.
"But Arrthuuur...please, ma cher..," she said in an almost whimper and began kissing him all over his face.
It was at times like this when he hated her the most. Just because she was beautiful and smart and witty and confident and sexy didn't mean she could walk over him! But she often did. Even though Arthur never liked to admit it. She usually always got what she wanted.
Frances softly pressed her full lips to his. And in an instant, she had him wrapped around her finger like so many other men. Almost instinctively, Arthur wrapped his own arms around her waist and pressed into the kiss himself. She ran her tongue over his bottom lip and he parted his mouth without raising any objections, letting her delve around inside. Soon enough he was moaning her name, tightening his grip around her waist and probing for more. Frances pushed him down on the couch, not letting their kiss break apart so that she fell on top of him. Straddling him with her hips, she began to undo the buttons on his shirt, as she continued to dig deeper and deeper into his mouth, almost making him choke. When she was finished unbuttoning his shirt, she tossed it aside and ran her hands all over his chest. She finally broke the kiss off and lowered her head to his neck, where she immediately began to run wet kissed all up and down, occasionally sucking a bit of skin here and there.
Now Arthur was really passed the means of all reason here. He didn't care what happened as along as he could successfully get that dress off Frances. He began to untie the halter string that kept it up and clumsily tried to pry it off her (which she ended up having to do herself). He hastily unhooked her bra and tossed it aside along with the discarded dress and shirt. Cupping her right breast, he ran his thumb over her nipple, loving the feeling of it hardening under his touch. This caused a fluttery sigh to escape her lips which sent shivers down his back. He lowered his head to her bosom and took the other nipple in his mouth, running his tongue around the bud.
"Arthurrrr....," she purred in her heavy French accent, craddling his head and crushing his head deeper into her breasts. Arthur was in pure bliss now, there was no logic to any of this. He wanted Frances now, and he wanted her BAD. Her musky perfume was getting to his head and only made him lust after her more. Slipping his fingers inside her panties, he slowly pulled them off and let them fall the floor along with the growing heap of unwanted clothing. He gently rubbed her clitoris, which emanated a very loud, feminine sigh. He let his fingers drift down to her wet sex and slowly inserted one finger inside her. Unlocking his mouth from her nipple, he kissed up the front of her chest and onto her neck, nibbling and licking at taunt pieces of skin here and there. Frances softly moaned Arthur's name, running her fingers through his sandy blonde hair. She then proceeded to do something that always set him over the edge. Casually, she lifted a thumb to stroll it along one of his rather large eyebrows.
"Ahh!! Frances! Why must you always do that?" Arthur sighed in a half-seductive half-fluttered manner, removing his finger from inside her and looking up to meet her amused gaze.
"Because I always get the same reaction from you, ma cher," she giggled and kissed his forehead. Arthur thought this side of her was almost cute.
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She smirked and eyed the rather obvious bulge in the Englishman's underwear
"It won't hurt you, love. Go ahead and have a go at it." Arthur muttered with a quirky smile.
Frances frowned and leaned forward, tracing a single finger down Arthur's chest.
"I know what I am doing here, Angleterre, I don't need your consent!"
And in a flash, she had practically ripped his underwear off and was straddling him once again, positioning herself above him. She smirked and kissed the side of his face, whispering in his ear, "ready, Arthur?"
But before he could answer she had already lowered herself onto his member, and began to work at a steady pace of hip movement. He was hers now, totally and fully. And as she rocked her hips back and forth and kissed him with all the passion her lips could give, he really wouldn't have had it any other way.
"Frances..." he groaned, kissing her all over like a lovestruck school boy. He felt so good inside her, it was always a perfect match of tightness and comfort.
"Arrrthurr..." she panted into the crook of his neck, letting their beads of sweat intermingle. Arthur grabbed her firm buttcheek and tried to pull her in closer. She clutched his shoulders for support while she increased her speed. She moaned soft, unidentifiable French words into his ear. As her movement got faster, so did the moans and pants and grunts appeared more frequent. Random declarations of sweet nothings in both French and English echoed in the empty living room, except for the two very active lovers, engaging and exploring the other's body.
Arthur came first, of course, he always did. He could never manage to make his partner cum before him. Maybe it's because everything he learned about sex and the art of love-making came the Frances herself. Although a bit embarrassing, she had told him that everything about the act of sex was natural, and that he should enjoy it for all it was.
After Frances came and slid off Arthur, he wrapped his arms around her and kissed her lips once more.
"Happy Birthday," he whispered and smiled, sincerely this time. But when he got no response from Frances, he looked down to see what the matter what. She had already begun to doze off, her face pressed snuggly against his chest. She looked so peaceful, so lovely. Arthur couldn't help but to smile even more as he kissed her head and closed his own eyes.
Yes he had met many women over the course of the centuries. But there had never been a woman that he had loved more than the woman asleep in his arms.
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ZOMG that was my first het lemon XD Hope it was ok o3o
Now I'm off to do laundry! Which isn't as fun as sex sadly :'D
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