Julien's hands continued their relentless exploration of Amelie's curves, his touch growing bolder and more demanding with each passing second. He kneaded the soft, pliant flesh of her breasts, feeling the weight of them in his palms, the way they overflowed his fingers. He teased and tugged at her nipples, rolling the sensitive peaks between his fingers until Amelie was writhing beneath him, her back arching off the bed, a symphony of breathless moans and needy whimpers spilling from her kiss-swollen lips.
Julien's mouth followed the path his hands had taken, his lips trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses over the column of Amelie's throat, the hollow of her collarbone, the valley between her breasts. He paused to lave at her nipples with his tongue, swirling and flicking the sensitive buds until they were stiff and aching, until Amelie was fisting her hands in his hair, holding him to her as she gasped and shuddered beneath him.
Julien's hands skimmed down the dip of Amelie's waist, the flare of her hips, the long, toned lines of her thighs. He gripped her hips, pulling her more firmly against him as he settled himself between her legs, the hard, thick length of his arousal pressing against her through the fabric of his trousers. He rocked against her, a slow, deliberate grind of his hips against hers, the friction sending sparks of pleasure shooting through Amelie's body, making her writhe and moan beneath him.
Julien's fingers danced along the sensitive skin of Amelie's inner thighs, teasing and tormenting her, bringing her closer and closer to the edge of ecstasy. He could feel the heat of her, the way her body softened and opened for him, a silent invitation to claim her, to take her, to make her his own. Julien's breath grew ragged, his heart pounding in his chest as he fought the urge to shed the last of his clothing and bury himself inside Amelie's welcoming heat.
Julien's hands gripped Amelie's hips, his fingers sinking into the soft, supple flesh as he flipped her onto her stomach with a sudden, forceful movement. Amelie gasped, her hair splaying out around her in a wild, tangled halo as she found herself face down on the mattress, her breasts pressed against the cool sheets. Before she could catch her breath, Julien's hands were on her again, his palms skimming over the long, elegant lines of her back, the dip and curve of her spine.
Julien leaned down, his breath hot against the back of Amelie's neck as he murmured low and rough, "Tu es si belle, Amelie. So breathtaking." His voice was a low, resonant rumble that sent shivers cascading down Amelie's spine, a delicious chill that settled between her shoulder blades and made her toes curl against the sheets.
Julien's hands continued their sensual assault on Amelie's body, his fingers tracing the delicate, intricate patterns of her tattoo, the swirling vines and delicate flowers that adorned her back. He followed the lines with his tongue, his lips brushing against each delicate petal, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin of her shoulder blades. Amelie shuddered beneath him, a breathless, keening moan escaping her lips as she arched her back, pressing her rear more firmly against the thick, heavy length of Julien's arousal.
Julien's hands slid lower, his fingers skimming over the curve of Amelie's rear, the firm, rounded globes of her ass, the long, toned lines of her thighs. He gripped her hips, his fingers sinking into the soft, pliant flesh as he kneaded and massaged, his touch growing bolder, more demanding with each passing second. Julien leaned in, his breath hot against the small of Amelie's back as he murmured low and rough, "J'ai besoin de toi, Amelie. I need to feel every inch of you, to taste every part of your skin."
Julien's hands gripped Amelie's hips tighter, his fingers sinking into the soft, rounded flesh of her ass as he urged her to lift her hips, to present herself to him fully. Amelie gasped, a breathless, startled sound that caught in her throat as she found herself complying, her body moving on instinct, her hips rising to meet Julien's hungry gaze.
Julien's heart raced as he took in the sight of Amelie's most intimate place, her tight, puckered hole glistening in the dim light of the bedroom. A surge of primal, all-consuming desire crashed over him, a fierce, almost feral need to claim and possess every inch of her, to mark her as his own.
Without hesitation, Julien leaned in, his breath hot and heavy against Amelie's sensitive flesh. And then, he began to suck, his lips sealing around the tight, clenched bud, his tongue flicking out to tease and taunt, to lap and lick at the delicate, hidden spot. Amelie shuddered, a strangled, breathless gasp tearing from her throat as she felt Julien's mouth on her most intimate place, his tongue delving and probing, a sensation unlike anything she had ever experienced before.
"Julien, wait..." Amelie tried to say, her words slurring and stumbling over each other, her drunken mind struggling to process the intense, overwhelming sensations coursing through her body. "That feels... weird..." But her protests were weak, her voice strained and distant even to her own ears. Julien seemed not to hear her, or perhaps not to care, his focus solely on the task at hand. He licked and sucked at the tight, puckered flesh, his tongue circling and teasing, coaxing it to relax and open for him. Amelie squirmed beneath him, a whirlwind of conflicting sensations assaulting her drunken mind - the taboo nature of the act, the intense, almost overwhelming pleasure of Julien's skilled mouth, the way her body betrayed her as she felt a sudden, sharp surge of arousal pulsing through her core.
Julien's hands slid around to the front of Amelie's body, his fingers finding her dripping, aching sex. He stroked and teased, his long, dexterous fingers slipping easily into her tight, clenching heat, curling and thrusting in a way that made Amelie see stars. Her moans grew louder, more wanton, a symphony of desperate, needy sounds that filled the bedroom as Julien worked her closer and closer to the edge of ecstasy.
Julien could feel Amelie's body trembling, could hear the way her moans grew more high-pitched and breathless with each passing second. He could taste her arousal, the way her juices flowed freely, coating his fingers, his chin, a testament to her all-consuming desire. He could feel the way her rear pressed back against his face, a silent plea for more, a desperate, instinctive need to be filled and taken in the most primal way possible. With a low, guttural groan that vibrated against Amelie's sensitive flesh, His two fingers plunged deep into her dripping sex, pumping and thrusting in a hard, relentless rhythm as his tongue continued its sensual assault on her anus, lapping and suckling at the tight, puckered hole, coaxing it to relax and open for him.
Amelie's body convulsed, her back arching, her hips bucking and grinding back against Julien's face as a massive, earth-shattering orgasm ripped through her, her inner walls clenching and fluttering around his plunging fingers, a flood of her arousal gushing out to coat his hand, his wrist, the sheets beneath her. Julien worked her through it, his fingers never stopping their relentless thrusting, his tongue never pausing in its sensual lapping, drawing out Amelie's pleasure until she collapsed onto the bed, boneless and spent, her body trembling with the aftershocks of her intense climax. Only then did Julien pull back, his chin glistening with her juices, a look of dark, masculine satisfaction etched onto his handsome features as he gazed down at Amelie's sprawled, naked form. "Tu es délicieuse, Amelie," he murmured, his voice a low, rough rasp. "I could feast on you for hours." He crawled up her body, his muscular frame covering hers, the thick, heavy length of his arousal pressing against her thigh. "And I intend to."
Julien chuckled softly as he gently turned Amelie's face towards him, a playful smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth as he took in the sight of her slack, peaceful features. Her eyes were closed, her breathing slow and even, a light snore escaping her kiss-swollen lips. It seemed his eager little minx had finally succumbed to the exhaustion and alcohol coursing through her veins, leaving him achingly aroused and wanting.
"Regarde-toi, ma belle endormie," Julien murmured, a note of amused disbelief coloring his deep, resonant tone. "You were begging for it just moments ago, so desperate and needy, and now you fall asleep without even giving me the satisfaction of feeling your tight little body around my cock." He shook his head, a low, incredulous laugh rumbling in his chest as he gazed down at Amelie's naked, sprawled form. "Such a tease, even in your drunken slumber."
Despite his words, there was no real annoyance in Julien's voice, only a fond, almost indulgent affection. He couldn't bring himself to be truly upset with Amelie, not when she looked so breathtakingly beautiful splayed out before him, her skin flushed and glowing, her hair a wild, tangled halo around her head.
Julien settled himself beside her on the bed, his muscular frame curling around her softer curves, his arm draping possessively over her waist. He tugged the sheets up over their naked bodies, the cool cotton a soothing contrast to the heat radiating off Amelie's skin. Julien tucked the fabric around them, cocooning them in a warm, intimate embrace as he gathered Amelie close, her back pressing against his chest, her rear nestling against his still-clothed arousal.
"Sleep now, ma chérie," Julien murmured, his lips brushing against the shell of Amelie's ear as he spoke. "Sleep and regain your strength. When you wake, I'll be here, ready to finish what you started." His voice was a low, seductive purr in the darkness of the bedroom as he finished his thought with a teasing, promise-laden murmur. "And this time, I won't let you slip away so easily." With those words, he tightened his embrace around Amelie's slumbering form, his muscular arms encircling her possessively, holding her close as he allowed his own eyes to drift shut, a sense of deep, masculine satisfaction and a hint of anticipation filling his chest as he looked forward to their inevitable reunion come morning.