Chapter 38 : "Turn me over and kiss me, lover..."

"Oh, naked, I think," I said, smiling. "I can't get enough of seeing you naked. I'll see you plenty in clothes all the rest of our time, together, but when it's just you and me, I think this is how we're happiest and want to be."

"You know me like a book, seemingly." Alexa replied, nodding. "Allow me to put our little picnic together, but would you do something while I am?"

"Of course." I said, nodding.

She pulled a small hardcover book out of the bag and handed it to me. I looked at the title.

'Nana', by Emile Zola.

"I love the sound of you speaking French," she said softly, as if she was confessing to something and a slight blush to her cheeks. "Could you read this while we eat and before we make love again?"

I nodded, unable to deny Alexa anything, seemingly. I opened the book to the first chapter and took a moment to skim ahead. I'd inherited my father's gift for compelling narration and felt a slight tingle of excitement at the prospect of reading for Alexa, perhaps making her like me even more.

"A neuf heures du soir, le corps de la maison au Théâtres des Variétés était encore tout, mais vide. A quelques individus, il est vrai, étaient assis attendant tranquillement dans le balcon et les stalles, mais ceux-ci ont été perdus, pour ainsi dire, parmi les gammes de sièges dont les revêtements de cardinal velours tissés dans la lumière tamisée de l'éclat qui brûle encore."

Alexa listened quietly, almost reverently, as I read, spreading out our fare on the blanket. We had cheeses and hearty breads, plums and deli meats on little paper plates. She also opened the wine and poured as each a glass. She sat back on her side and listened to me reading while we nibbled at our food.

"Au même moment, les nuages à l'arrière de la scène ont été fendu en dehors et Vénus sont apparus. Excessivement grand, très fort, pour ses dix-huit années, Nana, en tunique blanche de sa déesse et avec ses cheveux blonds simplement coule détacha sur ses épaules, est descendu à la rampe avec une certitude tranquille de mouvement et un rire de saluer le public et frappé jusqu'à son grand chansonnette: 'Quand Venus erre au crépuscule.'"

Her eyes were shining as she listened, but she often closed them as well, as if being transported into the world I now described, that of a lowly courtesan in Paris who would become the greatest lady of that city's elite circles. I was so happy to be reading for her, eager though I was to make love again. I never wanted our afternoon to end, just being here with her, enthralling her and making love to her.

I paused for a spell to eat some more and she fanned herself, smiling. "We need to teach you Italian so that you can read The Decameron to me." she said, smiling. "I'd die of ecstasy if you could do that."

"I loved reading that book," I replied, remembering it fondly. "But yes, being able to read it in Italian would be pretty awesome."

"Got a thing for erotic literature?" she purred, looking at me, her eyes glinting with desire. "Like I could find you any hotter."

My cock was swelling and I couldn't stop it. We'd barely finished our picnic, as we stared at one another. I could see one of her hands slip subtly down between her legs, beginning to stroke her pussy. Her eyes traveled to my hardening shaft and she bit her lip. I could tell she was on the verge of sweeping all the food from the blanket in her eagerness to get at me, so I stood and pulled her to her feet. I walked her over to the large rock and she pressed me down on my back against the flat surface. She then bent down and took my cock in her mouth greedily, I moaned and tangled my fingers in her hair, loving the feel of her warm, wet mouth around me. She had my legs over her shoulders as she fucked me with her mouth, her hand pumping along my shaft as it followed her eager lips.

I couldn't take much more and I pulled her off me and stood up. I then pushed her onto the stone on her hands and knees, facing away from me. She purred and squirmed lustily as I positioned her, looking back at me, eyes wild with desire. The angle of the flat surface was almost forty-five degrees and I pressed my hips to her to keep her in place.

"You don't need the blanket?" I asked as I pressed my throbbing tool against her ass.

"No," she said huskily, shaking her head. "Some knee and elbow scrapes to remember this by will be welcome. And don't be gentle, Alex. Let's fuck, hard..."

I could feel how wet her pussy already was and shoved my head inside her. She groaned and I let the angle she was kneeling at help her sink down onto me. We both sighed loudly as she took me in. This position felt so good now, better than I'd ever known it to before. I squeezed her hips and she ground against me, but at this angle, reaching her other parts was also easy. I wrapped her hair in my fist and and pulled, causing her neck to crane back.

"Gnnnnn, Alex!" she moaned, clenching herself around me. "Fucking impale me! Oh my God..."

My hand not wrapped in her hair reached under and squeezed her breast, making her shudder. I fucked her, hard, because she was going to make me cum soon. There was no way I could avoid it unless I pulled her off the rock and away from this position and I doubt she'd let me do that.

Fortunately, she seemed to be not far from orgasm either, as she was panting and shuddering with the effort of holding on. We were both sweating already, lost in one another's bodies. We humped and writhed against each other, Alexa's pussy clenching me fiercely. I pumped and pressed deeper and she gasped and cried out as she smacked her ass, shivering. I slapped her cheeks again and she gritted her teeth as she ground against me desperately.

"Alex!" she hissed. "Oh, fuck..."

I jammed myself up against her as I pulled back on her hips, driving deep inside her. She pushed back on her hands and we both shook uncontrollably as we came. I pumped my sperm inside her and felt her pussy slathering me with her lust. I came so hard I thought I'd pass out. I grappled onto her, needing to feel as much of her against me as possible.

She collapsed forward onto the stone, taking me with her. I lay on top of her, breathing heavily and still deep inside her. She did not be bothered by my weight, which I was glad for, because moving seemed nearly impossible.

"Oh, God, Alex..." she murmured finally. "Incredible..."

I nodded wearily against her ear, kissing it and eliciting a purr of pleasure at the sign of affection. "Turn me over and kiss me, lover..."

I slowly leaned back and bent her right leg gently and then used it to turn her over onto her back without my cock ever leaving her pussy. We both wanted it right where it was, deep inside her. I looked down at her beautiful body for a moment and she smiled back at me dreamily, her lustrous golden hair spread out like a corona around her face.

I laid back down on her and she wrapped her arms around me while we kissed rapturously, lost in one another. She hummed into my mouth, fingers kneading the flesh of my back. My hips undulated gently against her, sliding my cock slowly back and forth inside her. We ended the kiss and looked into one another's eyes, just staring.

"I can't imagine ever getting tired of this," she said gently, caressing her fingers through my hair. "And to be honest, I don't want to."

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