Julien withdrew his mouth from Amelie's breast with a soft, obscene pop, a strand of saliva briefly connecting his lips to her glistening, stiff peak. Without warning, Julien curled his fingers inside Amelie's fluttering, spasming sex, stroking that sensitive spot deep within her that made her see stars. At the same time, he withdrew his hand, bringing his glistening, coated fingers to his lips, his tongue darting out to eagerly lap up her essence.
"Mon dieu, you taste exquisite," Julien groaned, his voice a low, guttural rasp as he savored the tangy, musky flavor of Amelie's arousal. "Like the finest ambrosia," he murmured, his dark eyes burning into hers with a hunger that promised untold pleasures and delights.
Julien's gaze raked over Amelie's disheveled form, taking in the sight of her sweater pushed up around her breasts, her bra unhooked and hanging loosely, her nipples still stiff and glistening from his mouth's attentions. Her chest heaved with each ragged breath she took, her skin flushed and dewy, a sheen of sweat highlighting her collarbone and the valley between her breasts. The sight of her, wrecked and wanting, made Julien's cock throb almost painfully against the confines of his slacks.
"Look at you," he breathed, his voice a low, reverent murmur as he reached out to brush a strand of hair from her face, his fingertips trailing over the delicate skin of her cheek. "So beautiful, so... fuckable," he added, a wicked, lustful gleam in his eye as he leaned in close, his lips brushing against hers in a teasing, maddening caress. "I want to ruin you, Amelie," he murmured, his tone a low, sinful purr against her kiss-swollen mouth.
Amelie could only whimper in response, her body still trembling and twitching with the aftershocks of her intense climax. She watched, transfixed and aroused beyond belief, as Julien made quick work of his belt and zipper, freeing his thick, aching cock from the confines of his tailored slacks.
Julien's erection sprang forth, long, hard and thick, the broad head an angry, purplish-red, already glistening with beads of pre-cum. Amelie licked her lips unconsciously at the sight, a fresh surge of desire pulsing through her veins at the thought of feeling that impressive length stretching and filling her, claiming her in the most primal way possible.
Julien grabbed Amelie's hips, his strong hands gripping her curves possessively as he spun her around. Her belly pressed against the rough, cool stone of the ledge, her hands scrambling for purchase, fingers splayed wide. Before she could catch her breath, Julien hooked his fingers in the waistband of her jeans and panties, yanking them down in one swift, rough motion. The denim and lace slid over her thighs, baring the smooth, creamy skin beneath to the cool evening air.
Amelie gasped, a thrill of excitement and a touch of nervousness shooting through her as she felt the breeze caress her newly exposed flesh. She could feel Julien's eyes on her, hot and hungry as they roamed over the curve of her ass, the globes of her cheeks peeking out from the pool of fabric gathered at her thighs. A fresh surge of arousal pulsed through her veins, a needy ache building in her core as she anticipated his next move.
Julien made quick work of tugging her sweater back down, covering her heaving breasts once more. Amelie watched over her shoulder as he straightened the fabric, his fingers lingering on her curves, brushing teasingly over her nipples before he pulled the soft knit material back into place.
"There," Julien murmured, his voice a low, wicked rasp as he pressed himself against Amelie's back, the thick length of his cock nestling in the cleft of her ass. "Since it is broad daylight, I've only exposed the bare minimum of your body," he explained, his hands gripping her hips, his thumbs rubbing slow, teasing circles over the sensitive skin of her hipbones. "I wouldn't want anyone else to sneak a peek at you like this, mon amour," he added, his tone a low, flirtatious purr as he leaned down to brush his lips over the shell of her ear.
Amelie shivered, a breathless laugh escaping her kiss-swollen lips as she arched her back, pressing herself more firmly against Julien's impressive arousal. "What a thoughtful man you are," she teased, a note of playful appreciation in her tone as she reached back to cover his hand with her own, her slender fingers curling around his long, dexterous ones.
"Always looking out for my modesty, even as you ravish me in public," Amelie finished, a wicked, flirtatious lilt to her words. She rocked her hips back against him, a slow, sensual grind that had Julien groaning low in his throat, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of her hips. "Though I must admit, the thought of being caught, of someone seeing me like this, at your mercy... it's rather thrilling," she confessed, a note of breathless excitement coloring her tone as she peered back at him with a heated, inviting look. "Perhaps you should test the limits of your... discretion, Monsieur Deneuve," she challenged, a mischievous glint in her eye as she arched a brow at him, a silent dare in her expression.
Julien's eyes flashed with a wicked, lustful gleam at Amelie's playful challenge, a slow, sensual smile spreading across his handsome face. "Who are you calling 'Monsieur', ma chérie?" he murmured, his voice a low, flirtatious purr as he leaned in close, his lips brushing against the sensitive skin just below her ear. "I thought we were past such... formalities," he teased, his teeth grazing the delicate flesh, sending a shiver of anticipation down Amelie's spine.
Amelie giggled, a breathless, melodic sound that ended on a soft, needy moan as she felt Julien's lips trail down the column of her throat, his teeth and tongue leaving a path of fire in their wake. "I'm sorry, Monsieur Deneuve," she breathed, a note of playful repentance in her tone even as her body trembled with desire, aching for his touch, his possession. "I didn't mean to be so... disrespectful," she added, a hint of false contrition coloring her words.
Julien chuckled, a low, rich sound that rumbled through his chest and vibrated against Amelie's back, the sensation sending a bolt of liquid heat straight to her core. "Mistakes should be punished, Amelie," he murmured, his tone a low, sinful rasp as he pressed himself harder against her, the thick ridge of his cock nestling in the cleft of her ass, the heat of him searing her cool skin. "And yours will be no exception," he promised, his hands sliding around to grip the globes of her ass, squeezing and kneading the pliant flesh, his long fingers digging into her skin with a possessive, hungry grasp.
Amelie gasped, her hips jerking back against Julien's as a fresh surge of arousal pulsed through her veins, a needy ache building in her core. "Then punish me, dear Monsieur," she breathed, a note of breathless anticipation coloring her words as she peered back at him with a heated, inviting look, "I've been a very naughty girl, non?"
Julien's eyes darkened with a primal, lustful hunger as Amelie's breathless, teasing words reached his ears. Without warning, he gripped her hips tighter, his fingers sinking into the soft, supple flesh of her ass as he notched the broad head of his cock against the tight, puckered entrance of her asshole. Amelie's eyes widened, a gasp of surprise and a hint of trepidation escaping her kiss-swollen lips as she felt the thick, hard length of him pressing insistently against that most intimate, forbidden place.
"Ahhhhhnnnngghhhh!" Amelie cried out, a loud, wanton moan tearing from her throat as Julien's impressive girth stretched her impossibly tight back passage, the sudden intrusion sending shockwaves of intense, almost painful pleasure radiating through her body. Her face contorted in a mix of shock, surprise, and overwhelming ecstasy, her eyes widening and her lips parting in a perfect O of bliss, a thin strand of drool already beginning to leak from the corner of her lips.
Julien groaned, a low, guttural sound of pure male satisfaction as he felt Amelie's ass clench and flutter around his invading cock, the tight, velvet heat engulfing him like a silken vice. He gave her no time to adjust, no mercy for her body as he began to move, his hips pumping in a relentless, pistoning rhythm that had him driving into her again and again, each thrust pushing him deeper, harder, until he could feel the head of his cock kissing the entrance to her womb through the thin wall of her rectum.
"Julien!" Amelie gasped, her voice a breathless, desperate cry as she tried to glance back over her shoulder at him, her eyes glazed with a mix of pain and pleasure. "Not that hole," she managed to choke out, her words ending on a high, keening moan as Julien picked up the pace, his hips slapping against the globes of her ass with a obscene, rhythmic sound. "It's rather... I'm not used to..." she tried to protest, but her words dissolved into a litany of wanton, breathless cries and whimpers as Julien's relentless thrusts pushed her closer and closer to the edge of something terrifying and exhilarating.
"Julien, oh god, you're so... big," she gasped, her fingers scrabbling against the rough stone of the ledge, her nails scrapping against the unforgiving surface as she tried in vain to anchor herself against the force of his thrusts. "I don't... I can't... ahhhhh!" Her protests morphed into a high, keening wail as Julien's hand snaked around to her front, his fingers delving between her thighs to find the swollen, throbbing bud of her clit.
He rubbed the sensitive nub in tight, merciless circles, the pleasure-pain of his touch sending Amelie hurtling over the precipice, her body convulsing and shaking as a mind-shattering orgasm ripped through her, her juices gushing out to soak Julien's fingers and drip down her trembling thighs. "FUCK, JULIEN!" she screamed, her voice echoing obscenely in the empty rooftop as she came harder than she ever had in her life, the intensity of her climax stealing her breath and leaving her gasping and weak in the circle of Julien's arms.