You pulled open the lime drapes and burst the white shutters open on your flat balcony. The view was astounding, from a few miles away you could see the grand figure of the Eiffel tower. There were already people buzzing around the streets of Paris getting to their destinations and wild traffic was all you could hear.

The sun caught on your skin causing a large shadow to form behind you. You were wearing a lime robe with white lotus flowers and black trimming, even if someone looked in your direction you were too high up for them to catch sight of any inappropriate bits.

You heard sheets shuffling behind you but carried on staring at the mesmerizing sight in front of you. Paris mornings were truly great.

You felt two slender, cold arms wrap around your waist and pull you closer to the body behind you, causing you to melt into the figures embrace. You stroked over her hands then intertwined your fingers.

"Good morning sleepyhead" you whispered warmly, addressing the woman behind you

"Good morning to you too, chèrie. Sleep well?" She nuzzled into the crook of your neck, rubbing her nose against the fat vein there, sort of like an Eskimo kiss.

"You know I always sleep well when I'm with you" you smiled and turned in her embrace, wrapping your arms around the French woman's sleek neck

"I bet you certainly slept better after yesterday" She smirked, leaning down to peck your lips and pull you closer to her naked toned body

"Well you're always on top I thought I'd make a change to that" you giggled and played with the hairs at the back of her neck, blushing faintly

"You do know chèrie that I will return the favor?" She asked amused. There was a predatory look in her blue face and golden eyes and you couldn't help but anticipate what the French assassin had in store for you.

"You can do whatever you wish to me, Amélie" you replied to her question without worry

"Be careful what you wish for, ma belle" She leaned down as if ready to give you another kiss, and just as your eyes closed she picked you up bridal style, causing a squeal to escape your mouth

Amélie chuckled and threw you down on the bed then slowly crawled over your disheveled form, the silky robe having slipped from a shoulder and opening up slightly so the edges of your breasts and taut stomach were showing.

She peppered kisses on your rosy lips whilst lifting up one of your thighs towards her side, slotting herself in between your legs.

She ground down slowly against you, her movements like that of a serpent, making you bite your lip and sending shivers up your spine.

Amélie removed the rest of the robe from you and chucked it away near an armchair fluidly, after all you'd both done this many time.

You wrapped your arms around her neck and grinded with her at the same pace, causing Amélie to let a hot moan escape into your mouth, you repeating the delicious sound.

Amélie slid down your smooth neck, nibbling at the big juicy vein there and sucking bruises so people would not forget who you belong to.

You wound your fingers into her long luscious hair and massaged her scalp, causing her to purr like a kitten.

You were getting worked up and Amélie knew it, you needed the voluptuous assassin to fuck you already so you whined and tugged Amélie's hair.

Amélie looked at you mischievously and when she was happy with your now red and purple neck she kissed a trail down your naval, sweet kisses running down in a line to your awaiting pussy.

Amélie rubbed her nose against your clit softly which made you let loose a quiet moan. Your body was flushed and your eyes pitch.

Amélie gave a few attentive kitten licks at your clit and your moans increased. You don't know how but Amélie always got you wet so quickly.

Amélie suddenly had the naughtiest of ideas. She smirked and lifted your leg atop her smooth shoulder, making it bend behind her at the knee.

She asked you to turn sideways which you gladly did, completely hypnotized by all the smooth skin and smell of the sexy french woman.

Amélie positioned herself in between your spread legs so her dripping cunt was aligned with yours.

"Are you ready, ma chere" Amélie asked, already knowing your response

"Yes, dear god Amélie, fuck me!" You moaned out her name and felt your stomach tighten from the anticipating.

Amélie wrapped both her long arms around your propped up leg and slowly ground down both your pussies together.

You were the first to cry out, already having been built up this far. Amélie followed soon after, giving only small but sexy moans

She ground her pussy against yours quickly, her hips gyrating so that both your clits would brush each other, sending harsh shivers down both your spines.

Amélie could feel your wetness all over her, your hard nub was making it hard to concentrated as it was pounded against hers.

As Amélie bounced down on your soaked snatch she trailed light kisses up the leg she was holding, worshiping your sweaty, warm body.

The whole room was permeated with sex and sweat and loud lewd moans and even lewder wet sounds from the smacking pussies.

It wasn't long before you were tipped over the edge, your pussy quivered violently and you shot a load of soaking hot cum unto Amélie's equally wet cunt.

"Putain chèrie, je suis presque lá" you moaned even louder when Amélie spoke in French. It was no secret between the both of you that Amélie could get you completely off simply by whispering sexy hot things in French against your ear.

Soon, Amélie was tipped over the edge from a long hard thrust against your juicy pussy. Her voice broke into a hot silky moan that had you cumming again.

You twitched from the stimulation and unclutched the wrinkled sheets from which you had depended on.

Amélie fell limp on top of you, shivering and clutching to the white sheets.

You were both panting heavily. Soon you wrapped your tired limbs around Amélie's waist to keep her close to you.

Her head which had also been buried on the sheets beside your neck, now raised to look at you. Amélie had a huge smile on her face, her golden orbs full of adoration.

You looked pretty much the same picture, except your hair wasn't as perfect as Amélie's looked, all matted on your forehead and messed up.

You looked the perfect picture of having been thoroughly fucked

"Mmm chèrie, you sure do know 'ow to make a girl jouir" She whispered heatedly against your ear, then kissed it lightly.

"Amélieeeeee, stooooop, you know what that does to me" you whined, pouting adorably.

Amélie chuckled and pecked your swollen lips multiple times.

"You're just too hard to resist, ma belle"

She twirled strands of your hair with her long pointer finger, admiring it quietly.

"Says the hot, sexy French girl" you giggled, kissing her cheek, to which she smiled fondly and you could see a light blush on her cheeks

"What a flatterer" She teased, stroking your cheek contently.

You both just lay there, staring lovingly at each other, caressing bodies and leaving behind soft kisses.

"We should probably make breakfast love" you whispered against Amélie's shoulder, leaving behind a small kiss

"What do you want for breakfast?" Amélie asked, looking into your eyes

"No, no, you got to please me this morning so I'll make breakfast"

"Technically I made zhe, both of us cum, cherie" She chuckled and rolled off of you

"Still, I want to make it up to you, so, what do YOU want for breakfast?" You sat up, staring at Amélie questioningly

"A buttered croissant and coffee would be fine, thanks chèrie"

You smiled happily at Amélie who now crawled under the covers

"Two croissants and coffees coming right up" you quickly put on your discarded robe as it was draughty in the corridor and made your way to the kitchen.

Life couldn't be any better, you thought.