The bathroom was filled with the sound of running water and the steam of the hot shower, fogging up the mirrors and windows. Amelie gasped and moaned, her back pressed against the cool, slick tiles of the shower wall as Julien gripped her hips, pounding into her with a relentless, animalistic fervor.
"Ahhh, mon dieu!" Amelie cried out, her voice echoing off the hard surfaces of the bathroom as Julien's cock slammed into her, stretching her tight, dripping walls around his thick, pulsing shaft. The hot water cascaded over their entwined bodies, making their skin glisten and shine in the dim, candlelit bathroom.
Julien's hands roamed over Amelie's curves, squeezing and kneading the soft, plump flesh of her ass as he fucked her with a wild, almost feral intensity. He leaned down, capturing one of her bouncing, heaving tits in his mouth, his teeth sinking into the tender, sensitive flesh as he sucked and bit at the stiff, aching peak.
"Julien! Ahhh, yes!" Amelie wailed, tangling her fingers in his wet hair as she arched her back, pressing her chest further into his eager, greedy mouth. She could feel the heat building, the coil of tension in her lower belly winding tighter and tighter with each brutal, powerful thrust of Julien's hips against hers.
Suddenly, Julien spun Amelie around, pushing her up against the slick, cool tiles. He grabbed her wrists, pinning them above her head as he kicked her legs apart, forcing her to stand on shaky, trembling legs. Amelie could only moan and whimper as she felt Julien's cock driving into her from behind, his heavy balls slapping against her ass with each savage, punishing thrust.
Amelie's mind raced as Julien relentlessly pounded into her, her nails scraping against the cold, hard tiles with each powerful thrust. She cursed herself for not seeing this coming, for not realizing that taking a shower together would lead to exactly this situation.
"Merde, I knew this would happen," Amelie thought to herself, her inner walls clenching around Julien's pistoning shaft. "I should have known better than to agree to shower with him. He's insatiable, a true animal in bed. Or in this case, in the shower."
She bit her lip hard, trying to stifle the wanton moans that threatened to spill from her mouth as Julien's hips slammed against her ass, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing obscenely in the steamy bathroom. His thick shaft was hitting her so deep, kissing her cervix with every thrust, and she could feel her pussy clenching and fluttering around him, trying desperately to milk his cock for all it was worth.
"If he keeps fucking me like this, I swear he'll have me bent over every surface of this house before the day is done," Amelie thought, a thrill of excitement and anticipation shooting through her. "The counter, the sink, even the toilet - I bet he'd fuck me there too if I let him. And god help me, but I don't think I'd have the willpower to stop him. It just feels too incredible!"
Julien's hands gripped her hips bruisingly tight, his fingers sinking into the soft, plump flesh of her ass as he pulled her back onto his cock, burying himself to the hilt inside her. Amelie could only scream, the sound echoing off the hard surfaces of the bathroom as she felt Julien's teeth sinking into the nape of her neck, biting down hard enough to leave a mark.
By the time they finally emerged from the bathroom, the morning had long since given way to the bright, golden light of noon. Amelie and Julien were wrapped in fluffy, white towels, their hair damp and slick against their heads as they made their way back to the bedroom.
As they walked, Julien couldn't keep his hands off Amelie, his fingers trailing over the smooth, soft skin of her shoulders and arms. He tugged at the towel draped around her chest, loosening it just enough to expose the tantalizing curves of her breasts. Amelie shivered, feeling the cool air against her heated flesh as she glanced up at Julien with a coy, playful smile.
"Julien, we're almost to the bedroom," she chided him softly, her voice a low, teasing purr. "Can't you control yourself for just a few more minutes?"
Julien just smirked, a wicked, arrogant grin spreading across his handsome face. "I don't know, ma belle," he murmured, his voice a low, husky rasp as he pulled her closer to him. "You make it so damn hard to control myself."
He leaned down, capturing Amelie's lips in a slow, sensual kiss. His tongue delved into her mouth, stroking along hers and making her toes curl against the hardwood floor. Amelie could only melt into the kiss, her own tongue dancing and twining with Julien's as she pressed her body flush against his.
By the time they reached the bedroom, their towels had slipped even further, barely covering their most intimate areas. Julien spun Amelie around, pushing her down onto the bed and crawling over her with a predatory gleam in his dark eyes.
He hooked his fingers under the hem of her towel, slowly pulling it up her thighs, over her hips, exposing the glistening, swollen folds of her pussy to his hungry gaze. Amelie could feel the cool air hitting her overheated flesh, making her ache with a sudden, desperate hunger for Julien's touch.
Amelie seized Julien's hand as it crept further up her thigh, her fingers wrapping around his wrist as she shook her head slowly. "Non, Julien, assez," she said, her voice a low, breathless whisper even as her body trembled with need. "I'm hungry now. We both need to eat something."
Julien pouted playfully, a cute little frown on his handsome face as he gazed down at Amelie with a look of disappointment. "D'accord, I suppose you're right," he sighed, rolling off of her and flopping onto his back on the bed beside her. "But you can't blame a guy for trying, non?"
Amelie smiled, a slow, secretive curve of her lips as she sat up and tightened the towel around her chest, covering her breasts once more. "I suppose not," she agreed, swinging her legs over the side of the bed and standing up. She paused for a moment, glancing back over her shoulder at Julien with a coy, teasing smile. "And don't think I didn't notice you trying to distract me. But I'm not that easy, Julien."
Julien just grinned, a wicked, arrogant smirk playing across his face as he watched Amelie walk towards the closet, her hips swaying enticingly with each step. "Oh, I know you're not easy, ma belle," he called after her, his voice a low, teasing rasp. "But I do so love a challenge."
Amelie rolled her eyes, shaking her head as she disappeared into the closet to change into something more appropriate for the kitchen. A few moments later, she emerged wearing a simple sundress, the soft fabric clinging to her curves in all the right places. She had a serious expression on her face, her brows furrowed slightly as she turned to face Julien, who had also put on his clothes.
"But in all honesty, Julien, just because we... because we fucked a couple of times doesn't mean I've forgiven you, I did say we could start over, but," Amelie said, her voice a low, solemn tone. "But you hurt me deeply, and it will take more than a few orgasms to make up for that." She paused, her gaze locking with Julien's as she took a deep breath.
Before Amelie could continue her serious conversation, Julien reached out and pulled her into his arms, capturing her lips in a passionate, demanding kiss. Amelie tried to pull away, placing her hands on his chest and pushing against him, but Julien was too strong. He wrapped his arms around her waist, holding her flush against his body as he plundered her mouth with his tongue.
"Mmmmph!" Amelie whimpered, the sound muffled by Julien's lips and tongue as they dominated hers. She could feel the heat building between them, the way their bodies seemed to ignite with a hunger that couldn't be sated.
After a long, intense moment, Julien finally pulled away, his chest heaving and his eyes dark with desire. Amelie stumbled back, her cheeks flushed and her lips kiss-swollen as she glared at him with a mixture of anger and frustration.
"Merde, Julien!" she snapped, shaking her head in disbelief. "I just told you that this won't work, and yet..." She trailed off, biting her lip as she tried to regain her composure. "You just can't help yourself, can you?"
Julien lowered his gaze, his dark eyes filled with a mix of remorse and determination as he looked at Amelie. "Je suis désolé, Amelie," he said softly, his voice a low, sincere murmur. "I know that doing something like that won't change anything, but..." He trailed off, reaching out to take Amelie's hand in his own, giving it a gentle squeeze. "I will try my best, to change your mind, so that maybe you can forgive me."
Amelie gritted her teeth, her jaw clenched tight as she tried to ignore the way Julien's touch made her skin tingle and her heart race. "And what, you think you can just fuck me into forgiving you?" she snapped, her voice a low, bitter hiss. "Is that your plan, Julien? To use your tongue and your dick to make me forget about everything you've done?"
Julien immediately shook his head, holding up his free hand in a gesture of surrender. "Non, non," he said quickly, his tone a low, earnest rasp. "I won't something like that to make you forgive me. That would be wrong of me to do." He paused, taking a deep breath as he gazed at Amelie with a look of sincerity and honesty. "I want to show you, through my actions and my words, that I am truly sorry for hurting you, eventhough the circumstances played a huge role in that, I still hurt you and I am sorry about it, that is the truth. And that I will do everything in my power to be the man you deserve."
An awkward silence fell between them, the air thick with tension and unspoken words. After a long moment, Julien cleared his throat, glancing up at Amelie with a tentative, hopeful smile.
"Let's talk more about this over breakfast," he suggested, releasing Amelie's hand and taking a step back. "I'm eager to experience your cooking again, and I think a good meal and a calm discussion is the best way to start mending the bridges between us. What do you say, ma belle?"