"I'm not?" he asked, grinning. "Then why have you not hit me, turned around, and started running yet?"
I couldn't answer, looking down at him. Francois set his saw down, our errand forgotten in his smoldering dark eyes. They whirled, promising things that I could only fantasize about before, and couldn't imagine living without any longer. Coming closer, he took the branch from my hand and tossed it aside. "I know why," he said simply, stroking my hair with his gloved hand. "The same reason I don’t want to leave the cabin yet.”
His lips came to mine again, his hands pushing the shoulder strap of my bag off to tumble to the ground. His kiss was stronger, more powerful than last time, demanding my return. I kissed him back, losing myself in the sensation of his lips on mine. His hands roamed over my back, pulling me close again as he licked and sucked on the sensitive spot under my jawline, my hands clutching at his back. Lifting me, Francois carried me to a clear portion of the forest, a thick carpet of needles cushioning me as he laid me down underneath the deep green towering pine tree. Stripping off his gloves, he reached for the zipper of my jacket, sliding it down to expose me. The thermal shirt underneath hugged my body and he gazed at me with hunger.
It had been a long time since a man looked at me like that. I reached out with my hand to cup between his legs, an electric thrill running through me when I touched the large, steely bulge. He was big, and I licked my lips in anticipation.
"It is too cold for this position," Francois deferred, pulling me to my feet. "While I’d love to see you in all of your beautiful glory, I want to feel a woman around me, not a Popsicle." Pushing me against the ancient pine, we kissed again, our hands fumbling at the buckles of our pants and snaps. His hand found the front of my panties, rubbing the already damp fabric and I cried out, electricity flaring from just the simple touch. While his fingers massaged me through my panties, he whispered in my ear, heated words that added to my body's inner fire. "That’s it, beautiful lady. So soft. I’d love to have you on a bed, but this’ll have to do for now.”
Francois found the side of my panties, pulling them to the side to expose my tender lips and slipped a finger inside me. My wet folds clung to the strong digit even as my arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him to me to crush my lips against his, pinning myself willingly between the tree and his strong body. His finger pumped in and out of me, pulling gasps and moans out of my chest while Francois and I entwined our tongues, tasting each other. Finally, I couldn't take anymore and needed him inside me.
Turning around, I put my gloved hands against the tree and looked over my shoulder. "Think you can keep my ass warm enough?"
"Belle dame, vous avez aucune idée," Francois said under his breath as he reached forward and pulled my pants and panties down enough that I was exposed to him. My jacket hung down over most of my ass, but still I shivered as my sensitive, sex-flushed skin was exposed to the chill air, the shivers transitioning into shivers of passionate anticipation as he reached into his pocket, pulling out a condom.
“Whoa there. You’re mighty confident bringing me out here with that,” I replied, pushing back into him. His cock nestled between my thighs, hard and warm while he held my hips, grinding into me. We both moaned at the sensation, teasing ourselves as we let the anticipation build.
“You could call it confident or you could call it being prepared,” he replied with a mischievous grin. He pulled back and slid the condom on, then steadied his cock with his hand and pushed inside me, burying himself in one long, mind-blowing thrust. It was on the border of pain and pleasure as he stretched me open. I was glad he'd loosened me up some with his fingers first, but it didn't matter, I was greedy for more.
Pausing just a moment, he pulled back, his hands finding my waist again before thrusting in again, hard and powerful. Our bodies hammered into each other, hot and passionate at a frantic, demanding pace. Grunting and growling, Francois pounded into me. It had been so long, my time of unwanted celibacy. His cock was like water to someone dying of thirst, each thrust a wave of passion and fire into my body. I was suspended in total lust, carried away on a repeating wave of arousal that was highlighted by his cock filling me over and over.
As he thrust, he kept up a litany of words in French and I think Romani. "Ta chatte est incroyable, mon Dieu....," he muttered before changing into Romani that I couldn't catch.
"More, more," I begged, wanton and needing. His hips sped up, slapping hard against me and driving me against the tree. I laid my forehead on my forearms and held on, my legs quivering as he plunged into me again and again.