Chapter 4: Climax
Roxane's mouth was a velvet vice around Christophe's cock, her tongue swirling and teasing as she took him deep. She could feel him pulsing in her throat, the heat of him scorching her as he approached the edge. She loved this, loved the power she had over him, the trust he placed in her. She increased the pace, her head bobbing up and down, her lips stretched tight around him.
Christophe's breath hitched, his fingers tangling in Roxane's hair, his hips bucking reflexively. He could feel it, the pressure building, the need for release coiling in his lower belly.
He wanted to touch her, to feel her skin against his, but Roxane had other plans. She pulled back, her lips glistening with his precum, her eyes gleaming with mischief.
"Not yet, Christophe," she purred, her voice a low, sultry command. "First, I want you to undress me."
Christophe swallowed hard, his body trembling with the effort to hold back. He stepped closer to her, his hands reaching for the waistband of her thong. He hooked his fingers into the lace, his knuckles brushing against her smooth, bare skin.
Roxane shivered at the contact, her nipples tightening further, her pussy clenching with anticipation. Christophe slid the thong down her legs, his eyes taking in every inch of her exposed skin. He dropped to his knees, his hands running up her calves, her thighs, her hips. He looked up at her, his eyes dark with desire, his breath hot on her pussy.
"Fuck, you're beautiful," he groaned, his voice rough with need.
Roxane's fingers tangled in his hair, her grip tightening as she felt his hot breath against her.
"That's it, Christophe. Show me how much you want me."
Christophe didn't need any more encouragement. He leaned in, his tongue darting out to tease her clit. Roxane gasped, her hips bucking against his face. He sucked her clit into his mouth, his tongue swirling around it, his lips applying just the right amount of pressure.
He could taste her, smell her, feel her. It was overwhelming, intoxicating. He wanted more. He wanted all of her.
Roxane's moans filled the room, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. "Yes, Christophe.
Just like that," Roxane gasped, her fingers tightening in his hair, her hips moving in rhythm with his mouth. She could feel the pleasure building, her body tensing with anticipation. "Oh, fuck, that feels good. Don't stop."
Christophe was lost in her, his face buried between her thighs, his tongue lapping at her pussy like it was his favorite treat. He could taste her arousal, feel her wetness coating his face. He loved it, loved the way she responded to him, the way she begged for more.
He slipped two fingers inside her, curling them up to hit that spot that made her see stars.
He could feel her tightening around him, her body trembling with the effort to hold back. He wanted to make her come, wanted to feel her explode around his fingers, his tongue.
"Christophe, fuck, don't stop," Roxane gasped, her hips moving in time with his fingers, her pussy clenching around them. "I'm so close. Please, don't stop."
Christophe was determined to make her come, to make her scream his name. He redoubled his efforts, his fingers moving faster, his tongue flicking against her clit with precise, deliberate strokes.
He could feel her tightening around him, her body trembling with the effort to hold back. He wanted to make her come, wanted to feel her explode around his fingers, his tongue.
"Christophe, fuck, don't stop," Roxane gasped, her hips moving in time with his fingers, her pussy clenching around them. "I'm so close. Please, don't stop."
Christophe was determined to make her come, to make her scream his name. He redoubled his efforts, his fingers moving faster, his tongue flicking against her clit with precise, deliberate strokes.