Dreaming Of You // If I'm Still Dreaming

[WARNING: Adult content below. Read at your own discretion.]

I rushed upstairs carrying my handbag and my coat, only hoping for Jeanne to be home. I knew there was a huge possibility she hadn’t come back yet since her Vespa wasn’t parked outside. Where was she? Was she out of town? As I arrived to her door I dropped everything and placed my hands on both sides of the frame, my forehead on the cold wood, trying to quieten me down. What was I going to say? I was practically acting as a stalker, because it was highly probable she didn’t want me there. Louis could have taken it back but as he kindly pointed out to me, she dismissed me two days earlier. Maybe being there wasn’t the cleverest idea…

Bad timing for second thoughts because before I even had time to react her door opened wide, suddenly revealing me Jeanne’s figure across the threshold. The expression on her face was nothing I could easily read. I stood frozen staring at her, struggling to recompose myself, and deeply breathed in, probably to speak. In that instant Jeanne threw herself on my neck, crashing her lips on mine. Without hesitation I held her by the waist and pushed her inside.

She pulled me inside as well, slamming the door behind my back. We kissed yearningly as Jeanne began to unbutton and tug at my shirt, while I caressed her over her dress with urge. She took off my fedora and pushed me, forcing me to fall back against the door, coming to rest her body on me. I wanted to have her like that again so badly I couldn’t think straight. I could barely breathe. Wrapping around her small wrist I passed her by my side, and we swapped positions against the door.

“I’m so mad about you,” I groaned to her mouth holding her by the jaw. Her eyes sparkled.

“I’m mad about you too,” she said and closed her eyes to connect our lips again. At her words I felt as if I was melting but I pinned her firmly by the waist and began to trail down the curve of her neck with my tongue as Jeanne grabbed me by the nape and pulled her head back, moaning.

“I better leave,” a voice coming from behind said. My heart bounced inside my chest as I jumped, instinctively turning around. A lightly stubbled guy with glasses in jumper and chinos was staring at us in awe.“Nice to meet you–––he snickered. I’m Lolo, Jeanne’s best friend…” He held his hand out and approached me.

“I’m Harry,” I mumbled in awkwardness but tightly gripping his hand.

“Yeah, I know who you are…” He said to turn his attention on her. She was resting her hands on my shoulders and hiding her face on my chest, but slightly moved her head to glimpse at him. “Jeanne, belle, appelle-moi dès que tu peux. Je vous laisse, les amants…” We stepped aside so he could leave.

“Come here,” I said in a husky tone as the door closed, pushing her against it one more time to kiss her smile. She ran her hands underneath my shirt, her body quivering between the door and mine. “Ah, Jeanne,” I grumbled, cupping her face to bring her closer. She tugged at my clothes, so I took my hands to my shoulder blades and removed them. I kissed her voraciously as she slid her hands across my torso. “I have to tell you before Mme. Poulbot or some other neighbour do it for me. We serenaded you last night…” I whispered between kisses. Jeanne lightly smiled, raising her eyebrows.

“I haven’t come across anybody…–––she grinned. You are five kids.”

“We are, but we were quite good at it,” I chuckled.

“I can’t imagine why…”

“Where were you?” I muttered, changing drastically the tone of my voice, my heart starting to pound violently. Jeanne glanced away.

“At Lolo’s…”

“Why did you leave?” I asked.

“I couldn’t stay…” She mumbled looking directly into my eyes, her fingers gripping on me. A chill ran down my spine.

“Without me?” I said, perplexed. It had to do with me after all… A minimal curve formed on the corner of her mouth.

“I couldn’t…” My stomach lurched.

“Why did you let me go?” I insisted, shaking my head ’no.’

“It was the best thing to do…”

“This is the best thing for us to do…” I crashed my lips on hers intently and she leapt between my arms.

We stayed there kissing for I don’t know how long but it felt like ages, Jeanne with her head resting on the door and every inch of our bodies grinding on one another's, hands gliding up and down, my pelvis pressed between her hips so she could feel what she was giving me. My heart was beating out of control as our breathing shortened, and we began to kiss franticly. She held me with one leg and I grabbed her forcefully to wrap her around my waist. As I leant on her I sensed the thinness of her knickers on my crotch and, full of delight, wasn't able to refrain a grumble. I grasped my fingers on her tender flesh.

“I want to do so many things on you…” I murmured to her ear.

“Take me to bed then,” she said as she kissed my earlobe. I carried her across the flat, letting her go by the end of the bed, and started to unbutton her dress. Jeanne unzipped my jeans and slid her hand underneath my boxers to stroke, rub and then stroke my erection again. “Make love to me, Harry.”

Her words ignited my heart and I slipped her dress by her shoulders slightly grazing her skin; it fell to the floor around her feet. She removed her shoes and I did the same. I brushed her firm breasts and ran my hands across her lower back to ease down her knickers. Soon we were both naked, feeling each other’s bodies and rejoicing in expectation, our grip growing tighter and tighter.

Jeanne took herself to bed and sat on her side, her messy hair rolled across her face, hiding half of it to me. She held out her hand. I grabbed it, crawling towards her, and cupped her cheek, tracing the line of her cheekbone with my thumb. Her features were so soft. I couldn’t stop from staring at her. But Jeanne shuddered at my contact and closed her eyes. With my other hand I pulled her hair aside and approached her face so I could kiss her. She lifted her hands to my shoulders and we both moved to rest on our knees.

I was hallucinating with the intensity of the moment. Voraciousness had let place to something far more touching. Jeanne’s hand passed from my shoulder to my cheek, and she placed the other one around my shaft, grazing my glans against her belly. Consecutive rushes of adrenaline surged my body as we held each other longingly. I kissed her sucking on the tip of her tongue and she responded to my actions with soft sounds she let escape in my mouth.

But soon my hands began to search for her avidly. I needed her. I needed to please her and to please myself on her. I lay her on her back, kissing the crease of her cleavage and her breasts, and slid along her torso, stopping on each of her ribs. I made my head rest on her mound of Venus for a moment, her hands running through my curls. I deeply inhaled her scent to slip my tongue between her labia, reaching for her clitoris. Jeanne leapt arching her back as I applied the pressure of the tip on her, her legs folding around me. I ran my hands underneath her buttocks and hung onto her waist, starting to flick my tongue slowly, alongside with all my body. I traced circles; I worked it to the sides, changing the intensity of the pressure. Jeanne shifted underneath me as a nervous cat.

“Your lips. How could you have those lips?” She muttered jaggedly, throwing one hand back to her forehead. My heart froze inside my chest, and then a burning sensation quickly swept me from the tip of my feet all the way to my brain and down again. She was loving it.

“Do you like my lips?” I let her go just enough to be able to speak, my breath falling on her glossy, sensitive skin.

“I do…” She said, and rocked her body to bring me near to her core again. I gladly accepted the command of her motions.

I became as tipsy by the pleasure I was giving her, hypnotised by my mouth on her, her moans echoing deep inside me. I wanted to carry on forever, with Jeanne’s hips taking up my movements, her back rising and falling against the bed, her scent, smoothness and warmth all around me. But then I sensed it, the swelling, her breathing becoming sharper and the way she gasped every time I thrust my tongue inside her. I felt her orgasm rolling through her centre, heating up her skin, and I kept kissing her with the same urge until she lifted her back from the mattress and exhaled loudly, convulsing between my arms.

I got closer to kiss her temple, caressing her hair, lightly moistened in sweat. Jeanne looked me in the eye with such liveliness and the little grimace on her lips that makes me weak. She was panting, but passed an arm from up above me to graze my forehead. In a quick movement she positioned herself on top of me with her hands on the bed. I instinctively turned towards her. She slowly lowered her head to kiss me deeply, keeping her body out of my reach.

“I love the woman who taught you to do that…” She snickered, startling me. Sexual jealousy didn’t seem to have a place on her imaginary.

“I learnt by myself–––I mumbled, a bit confused–––on a woman older than you.” She beamed and bent closer.

“Of course you did…–––she pecked me twice. Everyone should have an older one,” she said enigmatically but kissed me with a kiss that made her words go away, bringing her body to me so I could hold her. And I did, and she was warm and moist.

“How come you have this skin?–––I whispered as I kissed her, yearningly squeezing her back with my fingertips. It's just like steamy china.” She laughed in my mouth. I loved when she did that.

“I rub it with pumice stone.” I frowned, wondering how something so rough could have those softening effects on somebody. Maybe it was the reason she was completely hairless. “It’s not that bad…” I found irresistible she subjected herself to that mixture of pain and pleasure.

“May I watch you?” She laughed again, pulling her head back.

“You may,” she murmured, hovering me a moment later.

“You are as a geisha…” I muttered without even thinking what I was saying, but it made total sense. Something twinkled in the back of her eyes and she leant to kiss me.

“I’ll feed you grapes.”

“God, Jeanne,” I grumbled, capturing her between my arms by the neck. She was that mesmerising geisha, always pleasing, always smiling, always telling what I wanted to hear. I knew it ever since I stepped my first foot on her flat and the Jeanne I intuited on the street began to be revealed.

She made her way down my torso placing soft kisses along my skin, her eyes fixed on mine, and staring into my eyes she gave me a blow job that almost made me cry. Louis was right. She knew stuff. She was blowing my mind every time and by the second I was becoming more smitten with her whole being. Having her didn’t seem to put an end to my hunger for her but exactly the opposite.

–.–.–

“I want to see you again…” I mumbled glancing at the ceiling as I tightly held her in my arms.

“I’m right in front of you,” she smirked.

“You know what I mean–––I muttered turning to look at her. I won’t wait until the last minute another time. I want to see you again…” I insisted, grabbing her chin between my fingers. Jeanne threw one leg over me and came near to kiss me slowly and passionately.

“You are on tour,” she said after pulling off.

“My tour ends on July 13 in Portugal. I could catch a flight to Paris and be here in no time…” I ventured.

“Do you pretend for me to drop everything just to be with you?” She lightly frowned and I understood it was my chance. My heart raced.

“I do,” I stated imposingly.

“Let me think about it…” She said turning away to rest her head on my chest.

“I know that’s a yes for you.”

–.–.–

Notes

Who was expecting that? Harry is such a fool and Jeanne... What do think of her by now? Isn't she exotic? Remember, if you feel uncomfortable reading smut but want to know if you just lose something important, ask me. I'll be glad to explain anything.

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