CHAPTER 23 - I want you!

/Warning! - Description of sexual intercourse in the second part of the chapter!/

- You're finally here, Andre! - Grandma shouted at him as he entered the kitchen - Where have you been?

- I.. - he began, but the woman cut him off immediately.

- It doesn't matter anymore! A letter has come for you, from Etienne - she handed him the papers, addressed by her uncle's hand - It must be something important, the messenger said the letter was to be delivered as soon as possible.

Andre looked at her in surprise, sat down at the table, tore open the seal and began reading. His expression changed as he read it. When he finished, he put the paper down, ran his hand through his hair, and sighed heavily.

- What happened? - Grandma asked fearfully.

- There was a huge fire in the breeding farm - he said in a broken voice - Several buildings, mainly with supplies, burned down. They suspect that someone stole food and then set on fire to cover its tracks. Bastards! - he clenched his fists - Luckily, nothing serious happened to anyone, my uncle feels good. The fire did not reach the residential buildings, and neither did the horses suffer. However, the losses are considerable. We will have to clean it up and then start rebuilding. The worst thing is that almost all winter supplies for people and horses went up in smoke .. - he thought for a moment - I have to come back right away, there is no time to waste. I will leave tomorrow early morning..

At that moment they heard footsteps and Oscar entered the kitchen. She noticed his depression immediately, and her eye fell on the sheets of paper scattered across the table.

- Is there any problem? - she asked without preamble.

The man briefly highlighted the whole situation for her.

- Holy shit.. - she cursed, ignoring the presence of the old lady. She sat down next to him and added - You don't have to worry about the money, Andre. Tomorrow I will send a letter to my father, explaining the matter and asking him for funding. He certainly wouldn't mind.

- Thank you, Oscar - he replied simply.

Grandma opened her mouth to scold her grandson, but stopped at a spot. It was not the right time. The genuine care and kindness that Oscar showed was so touching, that she began to doubt whether the words she had spoken to Andre this morning were completely right. Her little girl Oscar no longer looked sad and depressed, and her eyes shone bright as she stared at her grandson's face. Was this bond between them surely something so wrong? The woman saw Oscar reading the letter, then put her hand gently on Andre's hand extended on the table. She turned around and pretended to clean. She felt she shouldn't be part any of it. She only heard Oscar ask:

- Does that mean you're leaving?

- Yes, it does. It's late now, so I'll go to sleep for a couple of hours and leave first thing in the morning - he replied with a sigh.

- I'll go to Versailles a little later then. I can say goodbye to you tomorrow.

- Okay, Oscar - he smiled but his voice was sad - I'll eat something now, and then I'll go pack.

- I will stay here with you - the woman said resolutely - I took a nap and missed dinner - she winked imperceptibly at him.

Grandma seemed to come to live suddenly and began to bustle around them.

- I will prepare something for you. Don't get up! I can handle it - she said cheerfully, and the grandson looked at her in surprise that she hadn't been upset or hurled more reproaches at him.

Dinner passed in a relaxed atmosphere. The three of them sat at the kitchen table, eating and talking as if they had always been doing it. Then they said good night to each other, and everyone went to their room.

...

Oscar was thrashing around the room like a wounded animal. The idea that tomorrow morning he would just leave, disappear was a painful torture. How was she going to be without him now? When even the two hours that had passed since she had left his strong arms were a torment. Oscar poured herself a glass of wine and drank it quickly in small sips. She should be prepared for it. After all, she knew he wouldn't stay here forever. His place was in Etretat, her - in Paris. How could they ever live with each other? This awareness left a bleeding wound.

Memories from a few hours ago attacked her with great force. Today, in that little room.. she went completely crazy. She burned with a wild fire of lust and knew she would let him do whatever he wanted. Even now, thinking of the two of them spread out on that carpet, she felt a sweet shiver of pleasure somewhere down her belly. She undressed slowly and the chills in her body increased. She ran her fingers slowly over her left breast and glided down the plane of her stomach until she reached the place on her body that made her a woman. She slipped her finger between the folds where it was wet and hot. She groaned softly as she imagined it wasn't her slender hand caressing her, but Andre's broad, rough fingers. She withdrew her hand, trembling, and fell back into the chair without strength. She sat for a while with her head in her hands.

Suddenly she got up and strode to the bathroom. She washed, combed her hair and put on a nightgown - the only dress she had ever worn in her life. As the clock struck eleven and the house fell asleep, Oscar quietly opened the door and tiptoed down the stairs, then walked down the hallway in the servants' wing. Noiselessly she slipped into the room Andre was occupying and closed the door. She scanned the interior. The room was cleaned and a duffel bag was packed near the door. She came to the bed as quietly as she could. Andre was sleeping on his left side with an arm behind his head, his dark hair spilling over the pillow. His face was calm and relaxed, it looked like he was dreaming. Oscar noticed at once that he only slept in his pants, shirtless, and she trembled at the sight of his massive figure.

- Andre! - she called softly, but he didn't even move

She stood still for a moment, as if hesitating, then sighed, placed the candle on the table beside the bed, took off her shirt, and tossed it on the floor. She pushed Andre's sheet aside and slipped in beside him. She looked at the peacefully sleeping man for a moment. He had regular facial features, a wide jaw, and a lovely cut mouth. The eyes of the most wonderful color were now closed with a curtain of eyelashes. How could someone so beautiful be real? She raised her hand and pushed back a strand of hair that fell on his cheek. She kissed him softly on the lips. He muttered something incomprehensible, but he didn't wake up. So she ran her fingers over his chest, grasped his neck gently, and pressed her lips tighter against his. The tip of her tongue tasted his lips. Andre sighed and slowly opened his eyes.

- O..Oscar? - he whispered in amazement when he saw her face right in front of him - What are you doing h..?

She didn't let him finish and closed his mouth with another kiss. She snuggled tighter against his body and pressed her fingers into his hair. Andre felt her breasts pressed against his skin, jerked away for a moment and looked into her eyes in utter amazement. The right hand traveled to her back, then slid lower to her buttocks.

„Damn it - he thought - this is not a dream!"

Oscar in his bed was real. And completely naked.

- Honey, what are you doing? What are you doing? - he groaned, feeling her fingers slide down his stomach.

She paused for a moment and smiled.

- What do you think I'm doing? - she laughed softly. She rolled him over and hung over him, her golden hair spilling over his chest - I will not regret anything, Andre - she whispered, approaching his mouth - I want you so badly..

- Cherie, me too.. - he sighed and pulled her close.

Come on, he thought. He was just a man. A man in love. And let hell consume him, but he wouldn't let her go now, not knowing what it's like to be inside her. He wanted to hear her scream. Achieved ecstasy with her. Without thinking much, he attacked her lips, and his kisses ceased to be lethargic and sweet, and became voracious and insatiable. He grabbed her by the hips and in one fluid movement swung their positions, and Oscar laughed as he did so. He gave her a smile in response and began to taste her skin with little bites, first on her neck, then on her breast, until it fell onto her stomach. She was lovely. Lean, trained body and milk-colored skin. Small but firm breasts with boldly protruding nipples seducing him. When he squeezed them with his teeth, Oscar let out a soft groan and arched her hips towards him. The man ran his hands down her body, his fingers boldly pointing towards her pleasure center. He touched it gently and felt it was liquid and hot like boiling lava. He pressed his finger harder and she sobbed and dug her cheek against the pillow. Andre repeated the movement many times, her sobbing turning to a wail, and then he was sure the time was right. He quickly shed his pants and made space between her thighs, gently pulling them apart. Desire invaded every tissue of his body, and the throbbing of manhood became almost painful. However, he didn't want to be in such a hurry. He got up and looked at her entranced. Her eyes were half-closed, and her long lashes trembled slightly. Her cheeks were flushed and her lips red from his kisses. She laid there, absorbed in passion, not at all ashamed of their nakedness. Andre brought his face close to hers and kissed the corner of her mouth. Then he moved his lips over hers, as he did once when he kissed her for the first time.

- Oscar - he whispered, his voice hoarse with desire - I want you.. I want you so much that I'm going crazy. But you can still stop me. Just say one word..

- Maybe that's what I want? I want you go crazy - she smiled on his lips - Please, be gentle.. - she asked him quietly

Andre held his eagerness to hit her quickly and violently. His lady lion was now a cute kitten, and he wanted to do whatever she wanted. He pressed on it and entered very slowly, with a long and lazy movement. Oscar stiffened, but only for a moment.

- Are you okay, cherie? - he asked softly close to her ear.

- It's allright, honey - she replied, out of breath - Please.. please.. don't stop! - she begged him.

He went out and pushed again, faster. The woman sighed and tossed her head back. Andre searched for her lips and, passionately kissing her, he pushed into her more and more.

Oscar completely lost herself in this hurricane of senses. The first time he entered, it hurt, but no more than a sword cut, and in a moment she forgot it. With every thrust, every slip inside her, sweet shivers hit her stomach and she was almost unable to think clearly anymore. She also couldn't control her voice. She groaned and sobbed as he pierced her repeatedly. And just as she thought there was no greater pleasure to feel any more, Andre grabbed her thigh and lifted her leg higher, going deeper into her. Every rational thought escaped her head the moment her belly exploded in complete fulfillment.

- Andre! - she screamed his name, her fingers clinging to his arms, trembling and crying with delight.

- Yes, cherie, yes - he purred in her ear, continuing to dance inside her.

Suddenly he stopped and sighed heavily, then quickly left her, flooding her thighs with his semen. Then he fell helplessly against her body, trying to calm his breathing.

They both said nothing for a while, overwhelmed by the excess of impressions.

- Andre, it was.. - she began to say first.

- What, cherie?

- Wonderful.. - she finished with a sigh.

- I already told you you're great at compliments - he laughed, and she echoed. He brought his face close to hers and kissed her slowly and very sweetly - You made me crazy, Oscar - he whispered - You are fire, not ice, as some say. My fiery girlfriend - he smiled again and stroked her cheek.

- Are you mad at me for coming to see you in the middle of the night? - she asked innocently.

- Admittedly, you woke me up - he said, pretending to be offended - But I could wake up like this every morning - he sighed happily.

Oscar felt sad. Awareness of the inevitable farewell fell upon her sharply.

- Andre.. Tomorrow we will have to part, I don't even know for how long. Won't you forget about me? - as she spoke, she felt tears welling up under her eyelids.

- Could anyone forget you? - he joked - I certainly do not! You came into my life like a sweet hurricane - he smirked.

- Andre! - now she pretended to be angry, so he pressed her tighter against him in response and buried his face in her hair.

- I will write to you. Write to me also, Oscar. I will miss you like a madman - he whispered straight into her ear.

- Of course - she said softly - How am I going to do without you now, Andre?

- You're strong, you can do it, darling. You'll see that we'll meet again soon - he took her face in his hands and stroked her cheeks with his thumbs.

- I hope, otherwise I'll go crazy - she touched his lips with hers in a very long and sweet kiss - Can I stay here with you a little longer? - she asked when they finally part - I'll go back to my room in the morning, I promise - she laughed softly.

- It'll be nice to have you in my arms all night, Oscar - he gave her a soft smile.

They fell asleep together, tightly hugged.