Note/warning/disclaimer.
Things get sexy in this chapter.
Just a warning in case its offensive to anyone.
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-Ellie
Lust's passion will be served; it demands, it militates, it tyrannizes. Marquis de Sade
Later that night Adele sat across from the handsomest paratrooper in the entire company at a table dressed in white linen.
She held a dainty glass of sparkling champagne in her hand, and Bill had surprised her with a new dress to wear.
It was elegant and black, which contrasted nicely with her alabaster skin.
It fit her well, the one shoulder cut emphasizing her smooth, satiny shoulders, and the shorter length emphasizing her long, limber legs.
She had put her hair up in a curly bun and had left a few twisted ringlets down to frame her face.
Her blue eyes were faintly lined with some black eyeliner she had borrowed from Jackie, and her long eyelashes danced and fluttered in the candlelight.
Bill whistled at her from across the table. "Whoo! Where you staying doll?" He asked jokingly, as she blushed and stared down at her ham dinner.
He hadn't really cleaned up as she had, but he still looked very nice.
His russet skin gleamed in the candlelight, and his dark, brazen eyes were shining and happy.
He had already finished eating, and now was just chuckling watching Adele pick at her food.
"You don't like it?" He asked, shooting her a puppy dog face.
She smiled. "It's good, I just can't eat anymore."
She passed him the plate and in less than a minute he had inhaled all the French ham that had been on the platter.
Adele's sipped on her champagne, listening to his stories about Philly and growing up on 17th street, and now and again she would add in her own stories about her and her brothers and sister.
He did most of the talking.
She did most of the listening.
Finally, he stood and before she could, pulled out her chair and helped her up.
She smiled graciously at him and took his arm as he led her away from the restaurant.
They walked arm and arm down a couple of Reims premier streets, and again he began telling stories.
Adele noted a large cathedral, and she pointed at it. "You are catholic aren't you?"
He nodded, and winked at her, "And since your 'french' you are too."
She rolled her eyes. "Ughh. Religion. I don't know what I think about anything anymore."
He shrugged, "I guess it's like that sometimes."
She nodded, and there was a silent pause.
Adele looked out to the glimmering street lamps, and to the lights in the windows of townhouses that were warm and
inviting.
A few carriages rambled down the streets, and there were soldiers everywhere, most with dates, and a few, she noted with what Bill liked to call "ladies of the night."
He glanced down at her concernedly, the shadows of the streetlights emphasizing his strong jaw. "Ed, you with me?" He asked.
She blinked a few times, "Yeah." She flashed him a smile. "I'm here."
They began walking again, and she found herself telling her own story.
"One time Tristan and I decided it would be a good idea to mess with the guy that owned the liquor store."
Bill grinned and stopped to stare at her. "Are you actually going to tell me one of your stories?"
She shrugged, "I'm tired of hearing your voice."
His mouth dropped open a little, and he smacked her on the behind in flirtatious reprimand. "Watch yourself Missy." He warned, winking.
She rolled her eyes at him. "Tristan stole some old bottle he had cast out, and we decided it would be fun to light them on fire right as the store was opening."
Bill's eyes grew wider. "You and your brother were a handful."
"Ha. You better believe it! Anyways, he set a match to this whole pile of alcohol, and there was a massive explosion- everyone thought that the Germans had arrived."
Bill roared with laughter, and Adele grinned at the thought of her adventures with her beloved brother Tristan.
She found herself and Bill standing in front of the hotel, and he coughed a little. "Eddie, we're here."
She nodded, and leaned in to kiss him on the cheek.
"Thank you for such a wonderful evening Bill." She told him, as he opened the door to the hotel.
He rode the elevator up to her room with her, escorting her.
When they reached the door she kissed him again on the cheek and he grabbed her waist, and pulled her lips to his.
Their tongues danced together, touching then receding.
She could feel his skin on hers, and she gave a little moan, which only made him press he up against the door, and fumble with the handle.
She threw her head back into the door, as he trailed kisses from her neck down to her breasts, and his fingers traced up her smooth legs.
Her fingers were deeply entwined with his hair, and he shoved her further into the door- pressing himself against her.
He finally managed to open the door, and mouths still intertwined he shoved her into the room, as her hands pressed protesting against his chest.
He looked up from his kissing, his hands on her ass, and her blue eyes flickered up and down nervously in the dim light of her hotel room.
"Bill we need to talk!" She breathed desperately, as his kisses began again hard and fast, making her toes curl.
He looked up at her, breathing heavily, his eyes ablaze.
"Why talk?" He muttered, as he grabbed her and pushed her onto the bed.
Her mind told her to talk.
Her mind told her to stop.
Her mind told her to ignore how badly she wanted him and talk- talk about their relationships and feelings.
However, when he pushed her to the bed she couldn't have been happier.
His hands, which had been infatuated with the covered ass for quite a while now suavely slipped off her dress, pulling it over her head.
He stared at the gorgeous woman who lay in front of him.
Her chest heaved, emphasizing her beautiful, round, firm breasts, and slender, shapely legs came together modestly.
Her blonde hair cascaded onto the fluffy white bedspread.
Her glimmering blue eyes shimmered in the dull light, and he found himself gazing into two beautiful molten sapphires.
Her hips were piquant and tantalizing, and his hands flew to them immediately
"Eddie." He breathed, as he pushed himself upon her, his hands fingering the lacy edge of her panties.
"Bill!" She gasped, as her hands flew to his back.
Skillfully, he slipped off her lacy, black panties he had been dying to see since the moment he met her, and she groaned as he traced his fingers up and down the extreme insides of her legs.
She threw her head back and his fingers now grabbed at her bra, which he didn't bother unlatching.
He simply ripped it off hungrily.
She tugged at his pants, her slender fingers working at his belt.
His shirt had flown off long ago.
He writhed out of his pants, and cast them to the floor, as he felt Adele's eyes on his endowment.
His eyes were on her, watching intently, as she reached for him.
Soon he buried his head in her smooth neck, biting and kissing still as his hands clutched firmly to her hips.
"Bill-" She breathed questioningly.
"Hmmm?" He growled as he pressed ever closer to her, rocking up and down, she could feel his hardness against her
abdomen.
"We need to talk! I don't want to lose you after this."
The innocence came pouring out, the sincerity of her feelings came rushing forward and she smacked herself inwardly for revealing her deepest thoughts.
"I won't hurt you Eddie." He whispered, as he gently stroked her curves with his trained hands. "I won't leave you."
"But Bill-"
"Trust me." He murmured, as he kissed her forehead sweetly.
Her breathing came in short bursts and their lips crashed together once more, hot and heavy, opening and closing between begging gasps and pleasurable groans.
His skin slid against hers, creating a electrifying friction that made Adele's head fly back and a pleading moan escape her soft lips.
Bill whispered something about being rock hard in her ear, biting it flirtatiously, and she smirked at him.
"You don't have to tell me." She rasped, wrapping her hands around his arousal.
Her will was weakened by the heat, desire, longing and the champagne from dinner, and she wanted more than anything to be even closer to him.
His eyes assessed her body calculatingly, and he could tell that she was ready- protesting as she had been- she was now ready.
And thank God, he couldn't hold out any longer.
She had brought him to his knees, those tempting blue eyes innocently daring him to grow bolder and bolder.
And he had to have her.
He had to have her now.
He seized her hips, his hands gripping to her curves, and in one swift motion, pushed himself inside her.
"Ahh!" She gasped, as she felt herself being filled.
He exhaled sharply as he felt himself slide into her lusciously slick and smooth.
The preliminary satisfaction pulsed through them simultaneously, beginning where he joined her, and pouring out to the rest of their bodies.
As Bill began thrusting and pushing, Adele tilted her head back and groaned, eyes fluttering as he moved forward and back, up and down in a skillful pattern.
He lifted his hips slightly and she caught a moan behind a bitten lip.
His hands slid up her curves to cup her breasts, and she giggled in pleasure as his rough fingertips rubbed over her nipples.
The thrusting was now continual, and she could feel her back arching in anticipation as she clung to his flexed and muscular back- her nails pressing into his beautiful russet skin.
His eyes were still fixated on her, and his dark carnal gaze made her shudder with desire.
Finally, she felt herself spasm, as her back arched and she felt herself tighten and then loosen.
Panting, she clung to him as he continued relentlessly, pushing himself constantly inside her mercilessly, even as she begged, kissing him, tongues entangling again.
Her forehead came against his and their eyes met sharply, half-lidded, glazed, and intense with desire.
"Bill!" She pleaded, her eyes glazed over with passion, as she felt herself gathering again.
"Adele!" He moaned, as she rocked back in forth with him, "Oh Adele."
She had brought him to his knees.
He had to be satisfied.
There was a rush, and soon his body collapsed upon her.
Her glittering blue eyes came up to meet his warm, dark gaze, as they both gasped desperately for breath.
His hands stroked through her hair, as her chest heaved.
As he gazed down at her beautiful body underneath him, his eyes flashed again to her steely gaze, and he felt words springing to his lips that he had never said seriously before.
"I love you Adele." He whispered passionately. "I love you."
She smiled up at him, her eyes closing in contentment. "Say it again."
His chest was pressed upon hers, and he could feel her heartbeat against his hot skin.
"I love you Adele Elise Roux, or Adelheida Konstanze Goebbels."
He breathed sweetly, as his hands ran comfortingly through her hair. "Whatever your name is- I love you Eddie."
