Lucien enjoyed having her so near now, although he would be fine with just being close and not speaking. But of course, she was a woman and women did like talking, also in bed. Not that he minded much, her words were quite satisfying, just as she had been just moments ago. He let her touch and caress him gently… he’d tried that before, but he felt that she meant it. This wasn’t just to please him, but because she wanted to touch him. There was no need to kick her out of the bed anytime soon. In fact, he liked it here, with her. More than he understood why.
He pulled her closer then and felt how she pressed against him. Lucien knew he had to rest a little longer, before he was ready for another round, but by all ancient gods she was turning him on again already! He focused on her words though and told her how he knew she had enjoyed it; he could easily hear it. Michela laughed and said he hadn’t been quiet either. Lucien grinned; something he wouldn’t have done hours ago, when they met by the market, but now… something had changed. And she said he did something to her too and when he asked if it was like this with all her clients, Michela just smiled… and said it wasn’t.
Lucien looked at her when she said this was her private room and he was the first to enter. She called him special. Lucien sighed, “I suppose we’re special to each other then… related or not…” He remembered that too and rolled onto his side to face her better, looking at her face and body. He couldn’t help but trail a finger down over her chest while he spoke, “Is this wrong, Michela?” He wasn’t sure what to think on the matter. If they were cousins, they shouldn’t, should they? But then again, cousins did sometimes marry cousins… especially among nobles… still though, he wasn’t sure. And yet he couldn't stop touching her.
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Michela enjoyed having Lucien near her. She snuggled into his arms and caressed every patch of his skin, kissing away every bead of sweat she could find as they spoke. She could lie here in his arms and be quiet too - as long as she could be with him. She didn’t wish for him to get up and leave - she wanted him to stay with her here tonight…. Tonight she would not cry herself to sleep like she normally did. Tonight she felt good...
She smiled lazily when he pulled her closer, wrapping one leg around his hip so she could feel his warm skin against hers. Her fingers trailed his body gently in patches down his skin while she listened to his voice, to his heartbeats and to his breath in her ears. She loved the way he grinned when she said he hadn’t been quiet, the light in his eyes when he looked at her. She knew that the same light could be seen in her eyes.
Her face lit up in a happy smile when he said they were special to each other, and she placed a loving kiss on his face when he rolled onto his side to face her better. She admired the view of his face and body, and she couldn’t keep her fingers away from him. She felt her nipple hardening under his touch, standing up from the rest of her breast and begging to be kissed. He turned her on like no other had done before him.
He asked her if this was wrong, and she looked up at him and shook her head, taking his hand and placing it on her chest so he could feel how much her heart raced. “It doesn’t feel wrong,” she replied softly. “Not to me…” She looked pleadingly up at him. “Lucien… stay with me tonight… please? I don't want you to leave...”
Her body responded to his touches, and her breath grew shallow as she felt the heat returning to her body. Her hands continued touching him - this time in a more sensual way, seductive even.
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She smiled lazily when he pulled her closer, wrapping one leg around his hip so she could feel his warm skin against hers. Her fingers trailed his body gently in patches down his skin while she listened to his voice, to his heartbeats and to his breath in her ears. She loved the way he grinned when she said he hadn’t been quiet, the light in his eyes when he looked at her. She knew that the same light could be seen in her eyes.
Her face lit up in a happy smile when he said they were special to each other, and she placed a loving kiss on his face when he rolled onto his side to face her better. She admired the view of his face and body, and she couldn’t keep her fingers away from him. She felt her nipple hardening under his touch, standing up from the rest of her breast and begging to be kissed. He turned her on like no other had done before him.
He asked her if this was wrong, and she looked up at him and shook her head, taking his hand and placing it on her chest so he could feel how much her heart raced. “It doesn’t feel wrong,” she replied softly. “Not to me…” She looked pleadingly up at him. “Lucien… stay with me tonight… please? I don't want you to leave...”
Her body responded to his touches, and her breath grew shallow as she felt the heat returning to her body. Her hands continued touching him - this time in a more sensual way, seductive even.
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#43
Now that they were resting, he enjoyed her touches and her soft kisses on his skin, which did nothing to cool him down within at all. He wanted more of her and he knew it wouldn’t take long before he got there again. But for now, they were having a quiet talk… about what it was the had together. And to think, last night he hadn’t even met her… and now he would not like the idea of leaving her side again. He hated any man who had done her wrong in the past and he hated that he had not been able to prevent it. In the future, it would all be different for her.
Of course she was ‘just’ a courtesan, but a very special one and very special to him now. More special to him than to anyone else, he hoped. And a part of him wanted her to feel the same way, although he knew it could never be more than what it was this night. He couldn’t marry a woman like her; and he would have to marry. With the revolution and the rumors of aristocrats being executed, someone had to secure the future. Lucien would have to do it; marrying and producing an heir was his duty, to his both family and now to his country.
Yet he wanted Michela now. He wanted to be close to her, to feel her and be near her and protect her. He saw how she too smiled when he said they were special to each other, and returned the kiss she gave him. Now on his side, he touched her and she couldn’t keep her hands away either. As if the touch made it feel more real… as if they had to touch. But was it wrong?
After he asked, he didn’t stop though… and he would have taken her nipple to his lips, if she had not taken his hand and told him what she felt. It wasn’t wrong and she wanted him to stay. That's all he wanted to hear.
“I don’t want to leave.” Lucien replied and leaned closer, pressing his body against hers, “I’ll stay with you.” He pressed a heated kiss to her lips, indicating that he was definitely ready for more; as if she could not feel his hardness press against her leg further down, “I’ll stay with you… you’re mine now.”
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Of course she was ‘just’ a courtesan, but a very special one and very special to him now. More special to him than to anyone else, he hoped. And a part of him wanted her to feel the same way, although he knew it could never be more than what it was this night. He couldn’t marry a woman like her; and he would have to marry. With the revolution and the rumors of aristocrats being executed, someone had to secure the future. Lucien would have to do it; marrying and producing an heir was his duty, to his both family and now to his country.
Yet he wanted Michela now. He wanted to be close to her, to feel her and be near her and protect her. He saw how she too smiled when he said they were special to each other, and returned the kiss she gave him. Now on his side, he touched her and she couldn’t keep her hands away either. As if the touch made it feel more real… as if they had to touch. But was it wrong?
After he asked, he didn’t stop though… and he would have taken her nipple to his lips, if she had not taken his hand and told him what she felt. It wasn’t wrong and she wanted him to stay. That's all he wanted to hear.
“I don’t want to leave.” Lucien replied and leaned closer, pressing his body against hers, “I’ll stay with you.” He pressed a heated kiss to her lips, indicating that he was definitely ready for more; as if she could not feel his hardness press against her leg further down, “I’ll stay with you… you’re mine now.”
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#44
Michela loved being in Lucien’s arms like this, the bond between them growing stronger every minute. They spoke of what they had together, and she was surprised by how close she had come to a man she had not known the day before. Now she could not picture her life without him - and she knew she would long for him when he was not here by her side.
And yet, in spite of all this - she was a courtesan. She had not forgotten who she was - nor did she have any illusions that someone would marry her. A Cortigiana Onesta could marry - there was no laws against it nor any shame. She had a better education than many ladies of noble family. But on the other side - family fathers did not look at her knowledge. They saw her past as a Cortigiana and the 6 patrons that kept her clothed and fed and living in this golden cage. She was probably the last person on earth they would choose as their daughter-in-law. She knew that Lucien one day would have to marry - to carry on with his family name, and produce children. It made her sad, knowing that he would not stay here with her forever - but she would enjoy his love for as long as it lasted.
She snuggled close to his body - happy to be here with him for as long as he wanted her. Later, when he was gone she could cry, when he was not here to see her tears. Michela was proud - she did not wish for anyone to see her cry. Now however, she had no need for tears. Lucien was here in her arms. He touched her and returned her kisses, and she gave him all the love and passion she could - hoping it would be enough to make him happy.
A happy smile washed over her face when Lucien said he didn’t want to leave, that he would stay with her and said she was his… now. She was a bit unsure if he meant now in the moment or if he meant now and forever. But she couldn’t bring herself to ask when he kissed her like this. Melting into his kisses she wrapped her arms and legs around him as she deepened the kiss with fiery passion, pulling him on top of her. She could feel his hardness and knew that he wanted her just as much as she wanted him…..
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And yet, in spite of all this - she was a courtesan. She had not forgotten who she was - nor did she have any illusions that someone would marry her. A Cortigiana Onesta could marry - there was no laws against it nor any shame. She had a better education than many ladies of noble family. But on the other side - family fathers did not look at her knowledge. They saw her past as a Cortigiana and the 6 patrons that kept her clothed and fed and living in this golden cage. She was probably the last person on earth they would choose as their daughter-in-law. She knew that Lucien one day would have to marry - to carry on with his family name, and produce children. It made her sad, knowing that he would not stay here with her forever - but she would enjoy his love for as long as it lasted.
She snuggled close to his body - happy to be here with him for as long as he wanted her. Later, when he was gone she could cry, when he was not here to see her tears. Michela was proud - she did not wish for anyone to see her cry. Now however, she had no need for tears. Lucien was here in her arms. He touched her and returned her kisses, and she gave him all the love and passion she could - hoping it would be enough to make him happy.
A happy smile washed over her face when Lucien said he didn’t want to leave, that he would stay with her and said she was his… now. She was a bit unsure if he meant now in the moment or if he meant now and forever. But she couldn’t bring herself to ask when he kissed her like this. Melting into his kisses she wrapped her arms and legs around him as she deepened the kiss with fiery passion, pulling him on top of her. She could feel his hardness and knew that he wanted her just as much as she wanted him…..
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There was no way he could have known, that they would fall for each other… she would fall for him and he would certainly feel something for her too. And now it felt so real. Their first kisses had been so careful and cautious, but this they shared now, it was so much deeper and so much more real. Lucien enjoyed the feeling of her body so close to his and a part of him wished for a moment that he was no Viscomte and that she was no courtesan and that none of it mattered. Then they could just be together. But the real world was just outside these walls…
She easily made him forget it though, by snuggling so close to his body and making him want her all over again. Would they do this all night? Probably, by the looks of it. She asked him to not leave and Lucien said he would not leave… he would stay with her, for now, she was his. He didn’t know either if it was just this moment or forever, but of course he would wish it was forever. Once he left her home again, tomorrow, he might have time to consider that she was not just his, because of her occupation. She had other clients, other men she had to satisfy in one way or the other. He would never be her only one, no matter what she said or felt for him.
Such thoughts were far removed from his mind now though, as they kissed and he pulled her closer, allowing her to feel just how ready he was for another round of pleasure. And perhaps this time, he’d last longer. She melted into his kiss and he sighed, as if this was where he wanted to be. It felt so right. And with her arms and legs folding around him and begging him to conquer her once more, that felt so right too. Lucien did as he sensed she wanted him to do, covering her with his body, pressing firm kisses to her lips and then nipping at the sensitive skin on her throat. He would definitely stay until the sun rose outside again.
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She easily made him forget it though, by snuggling so close to his body and making him want her all over again. Would they do this all night? Probably, by the looks of it. She asked him to not leave and Lucien said he would not leave… he would stay with her, for now, she was his. He didn’t know either if it was just this moment or forever, but of course he would wish it was forever. Once he left her home again, tomorrow, he might have time to consider that she was not just his, because of her occupation. She had other clients, other men she had to satisfy in one way or the other. He would never be her only one, no matter what she said or felt for him.
Such thoughts were far removed from his mind now though, as they kissed and he pulled her closer, allowing her to feel just how ready he was for another round of pleasure. And perhaps this time, he’d last longer. She melted into his kiss and he sighed, as if this was where he wanted to be. It felt so right. And with her arms and legs folding around him and begging him to conquer her once more, that felt so right too. Lucien did as he sensed she wanted him to do, covering her with his body, pressing firm kisses to her lips and then nipping at the sensitive skin on her throat. He would definitely stay until the sun rose outside again.
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