She happily responded, moving her tongue along with his before backing away for breath, a soft laugh escaping past her lips. "I have my ways," she hummed. "But I wouldn't tell anyone. I like you all to myself," she boldly stated, a gleam of love and happiness in her emerald eyes.
"Ah! God! How wonderful you are! You make me feel so good!" Intoxicated Frollo does not hesitate and lets one of his hands slip on the girl's thigh until it occupies her cheek. With a grunt of satisfaction he lets his face fall between her breasts trying to kiss and suck them through the fabric. Slowly sliding his other hand, which rested on her soft thigh, until his thumb found her softest point and gently sliding his finger on it. Part of him still afraid she would refuse moaned.
She cried out at his actions ever so softly, wrapping her arms around him tightly. "Claude…" She moaned. "Don't stop. I beg of you. Don't stop…" she pulled him closer, her hips instinctively moving with his thumb. She buried her face into his hair and smiled. "I love you. I love you. Don't you dare stop."
Hearing the pleas of his wife, he break the last barrier of hesitation. He puts more pressure, circulating the soft warm flesh that was there. Quickly he lowers the loops of her clothes exposing her breast. He moves away a little to see her better without ever stopping stroking her with his thumb. His mouth opens with the vision and he squeezes one with his free hand. The pleasure in his hand made him throb even more. With a groan he finally puts his mouth into her soft skin, famishingly sucking her nipple.
The moans merely increased and she felt herself grow aroused even more, the warmth and dampness in her nether regions showing through her undergarments. To say that she was ready and wanted him to take her was a horrible understatement to say the least. "Claude, if you feel uncomfortable at any time, you can stop," she panted, regretting her words as soon as they escaped past her lips. The pleasure he was emitting from her was priceless. Nothing could match up with it. It was pure bliss and she just wished for it to continue. "But if not, don't stop," she laughed breathlessly.
Frollo pulls his mouth from her breast causing a small snap. He looks up, with half closed eyes, to see his wife's face. With hoarse voice he managed speak few words: "I want to continue touching you. I need that..." He begins to lift her clothes, as if asking for permission. Waiting to see if she will take it off for him.
She nodded and slowly sat up now. "If I take my clothes off, you must follow suit with your own. You promise me you will?" She inquired, her voice wavering with uncertainty as she looked into his eyes, her hands going to the bottom of her clothes.
Frollo widens his eyes and bites his lips at the bargain. But he gets out of bed and quickly removes his robes, leaving only his ceroulas. His first instinct was to cover himself up, but to keep the bargain he kept his hands on his side. Squeezing the fabric of his pants with his hands, he took the sweat out of them. He stared at his wife, his flat chest rising and falling with his heavy breath. He whispers:. Now you
She watched as he eagerly removed his clothes and she hesitated but remembered that it truly wouldn't be the first time he would see her without the clothes. She took them off, leaving only the undergarments that hid her womanhood. She folded the clothing and put it on top of her dress and corset on the chair.
Frollo swallows dry. His trembling legs felt like they were going to succumb. He passes his eyes over the girl's fragile body. Now it was easier to see the parts where the sun kissed her. Passing the neck, breasts until you get under her undergarments. His eyes fixed there. He takes a few steps and kneels at her feet. And he whispers: "I'm so blessed to have you. I love you so much... " He hugs her legs and rubs his face to her belly. Feeling her skin with his face he begins to give kisses around her navel. Between his kisses he whispers again: "You're so perfect. So beautiful. I will never be worthy." He puts his hands on the edge of her undergarments and slowly tries to lower them, he looks up and with his eyes he asks permission to continue.
She was staring up at the ceiling, a deep blush on her cheeks. She closed her eyes at his kisses and simply relishes in them, lust, want, and need taking over completely, claiming her to the point of no return. Her chest was rising and falling rather quickly with each shaky breath. She wasn't in her right mind, nor was she thinking clearly. She barely even heard what he was saying except the unworthy part. She whimpered as she felt hands on her undergarment and she nodded. "You can…" She mumbled and she finally realized that he had claimed his love for her once again. "I love you too," she smiled widely at the declaration.
He kept lowering her clothes, slowly touching the tips of his fingers along the curves of her legs. He gently lifted her feet to take it off.
He started touching her again, first her ankles then calf, thigh, butt, waist and he slowly stands up as he smoothes her body. Standing, he takes a step back to admire her. His wrists were hard closed and his mouth open. He could barely breathe when he spoke: "So beauty is that." He begins to walk around her without taking his predator eyes from her body.
Behind her, he hiss and swallows the saliva that was accumulating in his mouth. He puts his hands on her waist and pulls her back finally feeling her whole body in his. Raising his hands he holds one of her breasts massaging firmly it while his other hand goes through her bust to circulate her soft neck. He breathes deeply the scent of her hair as he rubs himself against her with a long low moan.
Goosebumps went up and down her body at the slightest touch of his fingertips on her skin. She shuddered and blushed a deep red when she felt the cloth finally pulled off.
She looked into his eyes and closed them when she felt his hand. She trembled at his body against hers and moaned, feeling herself grow even more aroused. She leaned against him, her back on his chest, her head now resting on his collarbone as she leaned it back. "Do not tease me… If you're ready… I'm more than ready, Claude. Your touch feels amazing… It…" She hesitated before she boldly said the next sentence. "It feels like Heaven."
She turned around, looking up at him, placing a hand on his stomach. She trailed it down before looking into his eyes, her fingers at the cloth's waistline. "Let me take it off, please?"
Frollo quickly holds the girl's hands. Hesitation again in his wide-eyed gaze. He replies: "You mean now? Why do you want to see this? Better latter. I take it off latter!" Frollo raises her hands and kisses them. "Why don't we go back to bed where is more comfortable?" The truth is that he did not know if he could stand for much longer, he needed to sit down. He sits on the edge of the bed, discreetly covers his hard member, trying to easy The ache with his hand and looks at her expectantly.
She sat down next to him and then laid on the bed, gently pulling him down with her. "If I'm completely without clothes, it's only fair if you are too," she whispered gently and offered him a smile. "Come on. Please…? You'll be fine…"
"Noooo!" He enters panic. He rolls over the bed and wraps himself in sheets. Leaving his eyes out. Still sitting on the bed, to be able to look his wife in the eyes, he speaks through the sheets: "But you are beautiful! And I'm very different from you. Men are very ugly! You do not need to see that!"
Frollo could be a very confident man in many aspects of his life. But in that specific part of his life he always frightened him deeply and he never took the initiative even had several opportunities during his life. His religion was exceedingly rooted in his being. Only a firm and dominant woman could perhaps take away his virtue.
Esmeralda watched him and couldn't help the laugh that escaped her as she stared at her husband. She tugged on the sheets gently and undid them. "Come on, Claude," she mumbled gently. "I don't care what I'm gonna see because I know well I'm going to love it. You're a handsome man, whether you see that or not. You're very handsome. You're very brave, straightforward, brilliant, lovely. And… Well, if anything, I don't deserve you and it's a miracle that you fell in love with an idiot such as me. I'm the exact opposite of you and you and I both know that to be very, very true.
"So just tuck away your ego or lack of self confidence. Because if you don't have that, I'm gonna give you some. We've made it this far and if you truly think that I don't want to do this, then I would have left or if you think you're not good enough, you're wrong. You're so very wrong…" She now went in front of him, straddling his lap as she took his face in her hands, staring into his eyes with her own emerald ones filled with love and admiration for the former minister. "I love you," she whispered, "and doing this will show my love to you…" She leaned in with that and tenderly kissed him, her arms wrapped around his shoulders.
Frollo returns the kiss. Melting and relaxing again. But he stops and asks: "Do you truly believe that I am handsome?" Frollo never heard anyone telling him that. And for him every man was ugly so he could not tell whether she was serious or just trying to please him, so he said. "Or are you just trying to get my pants off ?!"
She grabbed his head and said the next words sternly and truthfully. "No. I'm not," she responded. "What I say is true so get your head out of your ass and actually believe what I'm telling you. You are handsome. You are so fucking handsome whether you believe it or not and I love you. If you don't want to have sex, that's fine. I won't force you but I would like to do this…" She sighed. "I would but I want your consent."
Frollo looks at the naked body of his wife. He swallows dry as he reflects. Sweat dripped from his face. He whispers: "I need to consummate our marriage. I want. But..."
"But what?" She inquired. "Claude, I know well you want to do this. Maybe you're scared or something. What is it? What's bothering you? Just tell me and we can both work on fixing it. I want you to enjoy this. This is your first time and I would love to spend this time with you."
Frollo lowers his eyes to the bed. "I'm virgin. Just tell me what to do and.. i wil try to do."
"You do whatever feels right. Understood? Move against me… Touch me… Do whatever you want. You have my full consent. Do whatever feels good. Alright?"
Desperate to defend himself frollo replied with a red face: "You just keep repeating that! I think was doing it! An you who stopped me! Making me strange requests!"
She sighed. "You keep defending yourself. You keep building up walls. Stop. That's your greatest weakness. Okay? Just let go. It's only me. I'm not much so you don't have to impress me. You've already done so long ago."
Angry with the accusations he gave up. "All right then!FINE" Frollo comes out of the tangle of sheets and lies down on the bed. He places his hands behind his head and speaks while squeezing his eyes. "Go ahead! Fast!"
She shook her head and laid down on top of him, keeping her weight off him however. "I want you to enjoy it. This shouldn't be fast…" She pressed a kiss on his lips before sitting up, running her hands up and down his chest and stomach, pressing a few kisses on his upper chest.
He took a deep breath to calm himself. But he covered his face. "I'm enjoying."
She rolled her eyes and smirked, taking his hands away from his face. She kissed him nose, lips, chin, neck, collarbone, shoulder, chest. She trailed down to his stomach before stopping at the only clothing remaining. "May I?"
He wimped but nodded fast for her go ahead.
She took it off and folded the clothing before sighing. "See? There's nothing wrong. You're not hideous. You're not ugly. I didn't run off, screaming," she snickered at that thought.
Frollo feels the cold wind on his member that was at last free. With an anguished groan he quickly uncover his face and pull his pants again covering himself. "Fine! Now you've seen! You are satisfied! Now I'm going to see you!" In a sudden movement he turns on the bed and puts the girl under predator eyes intensely looking at the girl.
"No! Claude! Damn it! This is a two way thing!" She looked back up at him, grabbing his arms to stop him. "You can't be satisfied without me being satisfied either. If you are allowed to see all of me for however long I'm like this, I'm allowed to see all of you for however long we do this. If I'm just like this underneath you and you're not doing the same then… what the hell is the point of doing this? This needs to be us both. Not just me. Both of us, Claude." She stared dead into his eyes as she said this.
Frollo gives up. Laughing a little on the face of his wife who looks gorgeous when she is angry. He lets her head fall to her bust, burying his face between her breasts he begins to kiss and lick her while saying: "Fine...You always win. I like to lose to you.I love." He descends through his wife's body. His heart pounding with every movement that moves him closer to her lower point.
He slowly separates her legs to see for the first time how a woman is. He uses his thumbs to further open her folds. His mouth fills with water and he strokes her with desire while he learns. Looking up to see the his wife's face, he whispers: "The most beautiful flower." He slides the tip of his finger in the doorway and innocently asks her: "Is it here? Right?Its so small... I don't want to hurt you."
She wrapped her arms around him while he laughed, a deep blush permeating. She closed her eyes and smiled slightly at his words. "I only want you to enjoy it as much as I would… This isn't a one person thing." She was cut short by a gasp that escaped her and she groaned lightly at the kisses and licks.
She froze slightly when her legs were opened and they soon trembled as he touched her. These movements made her undoubtedly aroused more than what she already was. She whimpered as he stroked her and instinctively clenched as he pressed his finger at her entrance. "Y-yeah… It's right there…" s whimpered and closed her eyes, sweat now rolling down the sides of her face. "G-god… Claude…" his touch was pure heaven to her.
Hearing the words Frollo puts all his index finger inside her. And instinctively he closes his eyes while his mouth was slowly opening. While sliding through the soft and warm interior. "Oh ... my ..."
She gasped and her hips jolted up ever so slightly at the touch. She let a moan escape her and she buried her head in the pillow on the side. "F-fuck… Claude…" she gasped out.
He withdraws his finger quickly. His mouth was full of water and his instinct was saying that he needed to taste her. He takes his finger to his mouth and immediately feels a shock of pleasure all over his body. He looks back at his wife's core and take off his member from his pants. Too excited to think, he begins to stroke himself quickly and then buries his face between the legs of the girl. Desperately licking and sucking while moaning with pleasure.
To say she was shocked by his actions was a severe understatement. She had watched him and her face had turned a pure red. She saw him take out his member and she let out a breath, glad that he was willing to do so without anymore coaxing. She gasped as he licked and sucked her and it didn't take long for her to begin to unravel. She curled her fingers into the sheets and let out a loud moan of pleasure. "Claude… Please… I have to…" She turned her head to the side, her body filled with pleasure that was too amazing to give words to.
Frollo did not hear a word that she was saying while he was buried between her legs. He stroked himself even more frantically when he decided to stick his tongue inside her.
She lurched forward and came hard, trembling. "Claude… It's sensitive," she panted after she came. "It's…" she whimpered and closed her eyes, stopping him. "Claude… Stop for a second. Please."
He lifts his head and looks up at the ceiling. He releases, in a wave of pleasure, his seed in the abdomen of his wife. Trying to catch his breath he sees what he did and looks around for something to clean his wife. "Ah, forgive me!"
She shook her head and grabbed him, flipping him on his back as she straddled him, now on top of him. "Let me try something," she whispered, taking off his pants fully as she leaned down and kissed him.
Frollo returns the kiss. More relaxed now realizing that he hasn't made her upset.
"Are you comfortable with losing your virginity now?" She gently inquired, carefully taking his manhood in her hand.
He covers his face with his hands and screams. YES!
She jumped slightly at his outburst and sighed. "Claude… If you don't want to, we honestly don't have to."
Frollo writhes in bed. His toes curled and he could not think straight because of the small hand on his cock. But he manege speak between his teeth. "What do you want me to say ?! That I beg ?! Let me make love to you, please !" He circulates with his hand the hand of the girl, that is holding him, and starts to stroke himself again.
"That was all I need to hear," she whispered and kissed him before taking his manhood gently. She slowly set herself over it before looking at her husband, not wanting to insert it unless it was alright with him. She hesitated before lowering herself, moaning as he filled her
Frollo tosses his head back with his mouth open as he gasps. Instinctively he puts his hands on her waist. "Oh, I'm dying!"
She growled in response and grabbed his head, slowly moving her hips with him inside her. She kissed him deeply, swallowing any noises he could make.
It was too much for him. An avalanche of sensations took hold of him as she took his mouth. He started to bucking against her hips.
She smiled against his lips and her own moan escaped her when he managed to just brush against her g-spot. That almost sent her over the edge right then and there. A soft groan went past her lips and she buried her head into his neck, trembling ever so slightly. "More…"
With a groan he slaps his hands on her butt cheeks. Filling his hands with soft flesh as he thrust into her.
Feeling the wet juices dripping from her. He felt he needed more otherwise he would die. Pushing her back he stands on top of her. Lying on his elbows for support and to see her in the eyes. He need so much see these eyes! Them he starts to slowly piston her as he searched for her eyes. Panting at every move.
Esmeralda had her eyes closed, gasping at the slaps on her backside. She moaned louder from the thrusts, her hands grasping his shoulders to steady herself. She backed away, opening her eyes as she stared into Claude's, her emerald eyes filled with lust, love, want and pleasure.
Frollo never thought that there could be anything as wonderful as the pair of precious gems he was looking at. He wanted to talk but the words did not come out. His lips were dry and his breath catching. He was hypnotized by those eyes and the delicious moans. He slowly let his forehead rest against his beloved's forehead. Slowly pulling and thrusting into her, his mind into a trance. Until he whispers, her lips almost touching hers: "Is it good?"
"God, it's perfect," she responded, her breath on his lips. She kissed him deeply, wrapping her arms around him tightly. She shuddered and came hard against him, tightening on reflex. She buried her head into his neck once again, crying out in pleasure, her muscles tightening as the pleasure that rolled through her body could not be described through words.
"Oh my God!" In a rapid movement Frollo rises from the girl, raises one of her legs and puts it on his shoulder, opening the way for him even more. Holding her waist tightly he gives her some more few strong thrustings until he stopped. Pressing firmly against her as he felt the avalanche of sensations. He did not give a sound even though his mouth was open and his eyes tightly closed.
She masked his look perfectly, wave after wave of pleasure, want, and love was flowing through her veins. She grabbed onto him, burying her head in her neck, a strangled cry escaping her before she felt herself release and tighten around him, an indescribable pleasure soaring through her. The high he gave her was like no other and her vision went dark as she held onto him more, trying not to hurt him but she wasn't in control, her mind clouded horribly.
Frollo widens his eyes. A bit scared he tries to recover his breath to speak: "Esmeralda!? What happened!? Did I hurt you!?" He begins to let go of the girl to try to examine her.
"N-no! No, not at all! God, it's exactly the opposite, Claude," she breathed when she finally managed to catch her breath. "Exactly the opposite. That was perfect. You didn't hurt me. I loved it."
"But ... are you sure? You're so small. I should have held myself. Forgive me". He lowers his head to his wife's abdomen and begins to give small kisses .
"I'm positive. You didn't hurt me and that felt more amazing than you could possibly begin to comprehend… Did you… Enjoy it?" She inquired, now worried as she pulled away, gently pulling him up so they were now face to face.
His worried face turned quickly to a wide grin. His face begins to turn red and he buries his face in her neck as he tries to hold back his chuckles. "Yeasss…."
She smiled widely. "Did you release like me or…? Were you not able to yet?"
"What?" He said as he continued to sniff his wife's neck. Still too innocent to understand.
She smirked and shook her head. "Nevermind," she mumbled, just holding onto him tightly before yawning, leaning into him.
Frollo was alert. Full of energy. As if he'd just recharged on her. But for more than it was embarrassing to talk about the subject he was curious. "But how? Tell me, I want to know more." He hugs his wife pressing his member that was getting ready again.
"You don't understand the phrase of releasing, do you?" She inquired, feeling his hardening member. She shuddered at it but was still rather exhausted. "It's what happened before. On my stomach. You released on my stomach. I was just curious if you did it a second time, only inside of me," she sighed, closing her eyes. "Did you?" She mumbled into his neck.
"Ah. That...release." Frollo looks around realizing that the his question was naive. Embarrassed he responds. "Yes? I mean ... yes. Was not it to be done?"
"No. It was. I was just curious because I didn't feel anything," she responded. "Are you… Aroused again?" She inquired.
He made a smoldering smile and answered: "Yes..."
Watching him with amused emerald eyes, she carefully got off of him, laying down besides him. "If you don't wish to do anything, we don't have to. If you were uncomfortable in any way, I'm sorry. This was supposed to be a pleasurable experience for the both of us."
Frollo looks at the ceiling and with a serious and thoughtful expression, he whispers: "I honestly think that I don't want to do anything else besides that. Like... nothing besides to be here now with you..." In silence he stared at the stains on the ceiling.
She went on her side, staring at him in silence. "That's strange… this is all so… strange… After everything. I'm a gypsy. I'm a lowlife basically. A dancer on the streets and a harlot in the sheets as perceived by others and you're in the… you hold the highest position in Paris. Why are you with me? Why did you allow this?"
Still staring at the ceiling, his eyes lost, his eyes barely blinked: "Maybe ... maybe because we're extreme things... So far from ideal. Maybe God has united us to have balance ... harmony."
Frollo turns his face to see his wife and continues to speak his theory: "Or maybe God doesn't see us as better or worse, richer and poorer but only as his children ... a man and a woman. After all .. in the end we are all the same..."
Frollo looks back at the ceiling and stretches his hand as if trying to grab something above him. "From the dust we have come and to the dust we will return."
"You seem so angry at me. Constantly, you seem so upset. So annoyed and I struggle to see what you are seeing. I struggle to think of what I'm doing wrong.
"You know I feel inferior to you. As your wife or not, I shall always be inferior and with everything that happened. Everything that has happened and will be bound to happen…" She tilted her head away, refusing to look at her husband. "I can't believe still how willing you were to marry me. How you put your life at risk."
Sitting up, she pulled the sheets to her neck, hiding her body from him as she bit her lower lip in thought. "Do you regret it? Marrying me? Now having this burden on your shoulders?" She inquired, her voice soft and questioning. Her voice didn't break nor did it falter at the slightest. Her emerald gaze refused to leave the wall across from her as she pulled the sheets closer, suddenly feeling uncomfortable naked.
She always felt naked to him. Always felt like he was peering into her soul, taunting her as he slowly peeled back layer by layer, exposing her to the point where he saw all. She felt weak, defenseless in his presence. And she hated that feeling he provoked.
"I'm not angry. I may look angry because my face is covered in wrinkles!" Frollo giggles, trying to ease the mood. But seeing that he got no way he turned serious again ... reflecting on the words of his wife. Then he takes a long breath.
"Inferiority is a invented feeling. Doesn't exist. Maybe you're calling your feelings that way because you do not know their real name... And that is fine... Sometimes we need time to understand. God know how much time I needed..."
Frollo pushes his hair back and continues : "You are not inferior to me... You saved my life. I wish I had met you sooner ... but I am still grateful to be here today. I've insulated myself all my life thinking that God could protect me this way. Protect me from everything."
Frollo stands up abruptly. He kneels on the bed and looks at his wife. "Damn it. I'm a coward! I've always been so afraid. So much fear. Fear of burning in hell. Fear of men..." He lowers his head and looks at his hands. "And afraid of women..."
Looking back at his wife searching for her eyes and continuing. "I've never lived. I just existed. Hidden. Walking in the shadow of the valley of death. Until you appear with your light.I'm hated... while you... There is no one who does not love you in this world... For the light is perceived and worshiped and precious."
"And I'm just a moth ... The happiest moth of all." He said smiling broadly.
She nodded at his explanation and sighed, getting out of bed and grabbing her clothes. Pulling them on, she now sat back down on the bed, her head in her hands.
"Inferiority is real. Sure, it's an emotion but it doesn't make it any less real, does it? I've always felt inferior but you were so much different. I envied you, you know. I still do. While you may be hated, you have so much privilege. I would do anything so I can have that… I would trade all the attention for that."
Trailing off, she looked at her husband, her expression grim. "What would people think of you now? What will they think of me? Will they see my people any different now that you've accepted me? Will they hate you more and hate us more? Why…" Realizing she was asking far too many questions, she became silent. "What do you want to do now?"
"To love you." He quickly answered the answer that was already in his tongue.
She turned to him and tears immediately filled her eyes at the answer. She rushed forward, going into his arms, holding onto him tightly. She buried her head into his neck, a soft, happy sob escaping her. "You'd be willing to?"
Frollo hugged his wife tightly, feeling the scent of her hair. Feeling her heat against her icy skin. With a sigh of satisfaction, feeling complete again, he said smiling.
"I already said, my little bird... I don't want to do anything beyond that. Neither eat or drink or sleep. Don't wanna waste the time I could be loving you. Leave what others think, aside as I always did... After all the sacred word says, do not judge so as not to be judged at the end. Sin is theirs and not ours. I don't really care... I'll teach you with time. You can start by just saying, Whatever, I'm rich! Every time someone try to offend you.. " Laughing he rubbed his face in her hair making a mess.
She sighed as he held her, smiling at the words that flowed out. She grinned slightly at the last part. "You need something else than just being rich," she mumbled, yawning as she felt sleep begin to overtake her from what had just occurred. "Do you want me to leave or can I stay here?" She inquired, searching his eyes.
Frollo is shocked by the question. And with firmness he says: "If you leave my side I will hunt you even if I have to burn all over Paris again." He embraces his wife and continues in a sweet tone. "Please stay.."
"I'm gonna spare Paris so I'll stay with you," she teased and cuddled closer to him. "I love you," she mumbled. "And yeah… I'll stay," she laughed.
The End