Chapter 11
Amanda looked out the windows at the light snowfall, delighting in the way it carpeted the city in a thin layer of white. She couldn’t imagine winter without snow, and here it was – albeit in January, as everyone had said.
“Just like British weather, eh?” Arnaud said as he walked up behind her.
She chuckled. “Exactly what I was thinking,” she said as she continued gazing at the weather. He placed a gentle hand on her shoulder, still afraid of hurting her. “I’m not fragile, you know.”
“I’m just glad you’re here.”
She snorted. “Did you give me a choice?”
He’d taken her to his apartment when the hospital finally discharged her. He insisted she was better off there than in her tiny studio. He’d even gotten her a nurse named Nadia, a Czech woman who looked like a bouncer but had a heart of gold.
“It’s all for the best,” Savitri insisted, siding with Arnaud on this one.
She was too tired to argue. Still sore all over, she had indeed wondered how she was going to manage on her own with bandages all over her. A personal nurse was just what she needed. And she had to admit – Arnaud’s place was absolutely fabulous.
A three-bedroom affair, they’d all slept in separate bedrooms till Nadia was no longer needed. Savitri often stopped by to cook her spicy dishes, though Arnaud turned out to be quite a good cook – impressing them both with amazing gastronomic delights.
Amanda’s contribution came in the form of pizzas or Chinese take-outs. On further thought, she realized that she might not have recovered as quickly had she been left to her own devices.
She turned and Arnaud backed off a little, dropping his hand from her shoulder. He’d been doing that ever since she moved in – keeping his distance. He’d been terrified of her bruises and bandages, leaving Nadia to take care of everything. Yet even when Nadia left, when the bruises and welts had mostly vanished, he rarely touched her. And when he did, it was always very tentatively.
“I said I’m not fragile,” she repeated, stepping closer to him. Instead of backing away, however, he stood rooted to the spot for a change.
Amanda put her hands on his chest and stood on tiptoe to kiss him. He hesitated only briefly before his arms gently enfolded her. He was shaking a little, but his mouth was firm as it met hers. She moaned at his response, enjoying the feel of his rough stubble on her face and the growing hardness she felt pressing against her stomach.
Still joined at the lips, they somehow stumbled into Nadia’s former bedroom, which was when Amanda spluttered. “Bad omen taking me into another woman’s bedroom!” Chuckling, Arnaud picked her up and strode into his room like a groom carrying his bride into their home.
He slowly removed her blouse, letting it slide gently over her shoulders as her lacy bra came into view. Her skirt pooled on the floor at her feet as he kissed her. He broke the kiss to make quick work of his own clothing, holding her green gaze as his fit physique came into view. She backed her way onto the bed while ogling the perfect view.
He was very gentle as he lay beside her, lazily kissing her as his hand explored the mounds of her breasts. He broke the kiss off and watched his hand trace a slow, sensuous line between them, down to her belly, all the way to her pubes – already shiny with her arousal. He gently probed her engorged clitoris and she gasped at just how good it felt.
She grabbed his hand, guiding it to where she needed it most, showing him the rhythm she wanted. He was a great student. Arching her head back, she moaned again as his mouth explored the curve of her neck before moving down to take a nipple in his mouth. He was hot and hungry as he took more of her breast in. She ran her hand through his hair, urging him to devour the other one, and he obliged.
But she needed more of him than just his fingers. She needed him now. “Please, Arnaud,” she said as she grabbed his massive prick.
He looked down at her so tenderly, she almost came. Kissing her once more, he pulled his hand away, getting up on his hands and knees to straddle her.
She thrilled at the sight of his huge, body looming over her with his pulsing huge cock. Spreading her legs, she guided him to her opening, and grabbed his ass to pull him in.
But he insisted on taking his time, smiling at her teasingly and letting her know that this time, it was going to be his way. She arched her back as she felt his tip tease her opening, doing exactly what his fingers had done mere seconds ago.
Arnaud entered her with an excruciating slowness that set her teeth on edge. Only when she felt the hard planes of his pelvis grind against her own was she able to look up at him. His eyes were half-closed in ecstasy as he gazed back at her. He grinned as he ground his groin against hers, making her arch her back, once more.
He pulled out just as slowly, but not all the way, giving her time to adjust to the massive stretching he was giving her. When she had the entire length of him back inside her, she wrapped her legs around his waist and squeezed with all her strength. He groaned as she tightened against his entire length.
Breathing harder, he pulled out, resisting her efforts to draw him back in with her legs. “You like it that way, huh?”
“For now,” Amanda grunted. “It’s been so long. We can do a slow version in that tub of yours later. For the last time, I’m not fragile. So will you just fuck me already!?”
He responded by entering her even more slowly with a mischievous grin. Amanda reached out to give her legs a pair of helping hands, but he grabbed her wrists and pinned them to her sides as he continued entering her in a slow, lazy, agonizingly delicious rhythm.
She arched her back to meet his thrusts, feeling feverish as he stretched her to the limit. Her orgasm, when it finally came, was so explosive she vaguely wondered if they could hear her at the MNHN.
And still, he kept up the slow, lazy rhythm.
“Fine then,” she managed after catching her breath. “We do it rough in that tub of yours after!”
*****
Richard Anderson smiled at the sight of Amanda standing at the window looking out. He wished he were the one who put that smile on her face. His happiness faded when he saw Arnaud walk up to her from behind and put a filthy hand on her.
“Gaah!” he pounded the wheel of his car to stop himself from rushing into the building and storming the place. He knew he could get Amanda to see reason, if she just gave him the chance. He’d sent her flowers, didn’t he? And he had apologized. Most important of all, he had given her the space she needed to think.
He’d tried to visit her on her second night at the hospital, but Savitri saw him in the driveway. She gave him such a massive tongue lashing that the hospital’s security staff had to ask them to leave. One of the nurses recognized her, however, and what did that stupid Indian twit do? She told them to never let him in.
Amanda would never be able to think with that French bloke hanging around her. Fancy aristocrat with his fancy cars and homes, Richard huffed. He couldn’t afford such a car, admittedly, but he could give Amanda the love and the care she so badly needed, and that only he could give!
He’d screwed up, but that was in the past. He’d spend his entire life making it up to her and making her happy, just like she deserved. All that French dude wanted from Amanda was a little bit of action. He’d get tired of her soon enough, though, Richard knew. And when he did, Richard would come to the rescue and heal her heart. He just had to be patient.
Any day now, Mr. Rich Guy would throw her out of his fancy place. And Richard would be there waiting for her... so long as Amanda got thrown out after office hours, that is. A weekend would be good. It would take time, he knew, but Amanda would eventually see reason. He just had to be patient and bide his time.