Chapter 22
I stared at the photo of Mrs. Durand; she was extremely beautiful, and indeed, Gérard was her spitting image, especially with those same green eyes.
"You're right, you look just like her," I said with a smile.
"Look, here's a photo of them when they were young. My father told me they had been married for two months; they looked extremely happy."
I looked at the photo of his parents; wow, they were both very beautiful.
Now I understood why Gérard was so handsome, but his father caught my attention. It was a strange feeling; he reminded me of my sister Sophie, especially because of his eyes.
I felt a shiver run through my body.
"Julie, is something wrong?" Gérard looked at me, concerned.
"It's nothing, I'm just thinking. Do you have any photos of your sister?"
"There are no photos of her in this house; in fact, there are few photos, but they are at my grandfather's."
"Why?"
"Grandfather Simon adored Paula, and it hurt him a lot to see her photos, so he decided to keep them while he coped with her death, but time passed, and he never returned them."
"That must have been a very difficult time, losing his children," I said sadly.
"In fact, he lost both his sons."
"What are you talking about?" I looked at him in astonishment.
"The day of the accident, my aunt and uncle were on a trip, the parents of my cousin Vincent."
"Wow, your grandfather is an admirable man, he must have taken care of you all then, right?"
"That's right, Julie, but I'd rather not talk about the past anymore," Gérard said with a grimace.
"You're right, it's time to talk about us," I said a bit nervously.
He approached me.
"Julie, I want you to know that there's nothing between Alice and me, and besides, I've realized that..."
He suddenly stopped.
"You've realized what?" I looked at him, puzzled.
"Julie, I'm not good at expressing my feelings, but I care about you a lot. I'm happy every time I'm near you," he explained, blushing slightly.
I felt something so pleasant listening to Gérard's words, my heart was beating with joy.
"Julie, would you like to try something serious between us? Something real, without any contract?"
"Are you serious?" I exclaimed with excitement. "I don't want you to play with my feelings."
"I'm sincere, sweetheart. I want to be with you."
I couldn't hide my feelings anymore, I simply wanted to be with him.
"I'll trust you this one time. I hope you won't disappoint me, Gérard, it would be very painful for me, but I also want to be by your side," I said shyly, with a smile.
"Little doll, I promise not to disappoint you."
With his large hands, he took my face and kissed me tenderly. We parted, but I wanted to know more about him, so I took the initiative and kissed him again.
I could see that he was a bit surprised, but he held me tighter, and we kissed passionately.
He led me to one of the bedrooms in the house. All our clothes fell to the floor, and his hands roamed all over my body, making me shiver.
"If you want me to stop, just tell me. I don't want to force you into anything," Gérard said, catching his breath.
"Gérard, I want to be with you," I said sincerely.
He began kissing me with more fervor, and the sensations multiplied. His hands explored every part of my body, attentive in their caresses and full of desire, eager to feel him inside me again.
When he removed my underwear, he started kissing my breasts and sucking on my nipple. I felt blissful and closed my eyes, enjoying the sensation.
He took one of my hands and placed it on his extremely erect member. He moaned with pleasure as I began moving my hand up and down, and he kissed me more deeply.
"Oh, Gérard," I moaned into his mouth as one of his fingers penetrated my intimacy.
He gently laid me down on the bed, his lips barely parting from mine. It was an exquisite sensation because his kisses were driving me completely mad.
"I want you so much, Juliette," he whispered before thrusting into me.
His wet mouth began to give me immense pleasure in my intimacy, as if it were a sweet dessert he wanted to devour.
I closed my eyes because I was starting to see little stars. I tried to slow my breathing, but everything he was doing to me, I loved. My damp skin and the shivers running through me were making my head spin.
"I want so much to have you, to devour you from head to toe," Gérard whispered in my ear, sending new shivers through my body.
"Do it... My God, do it," I moaned loudly when one of his fingers began to move over my clitoris.
My pussy was soaking wet, my breathing erratic, and my forehead beaded with sweat. I felt like I was going to die from the pleasure.
"I want you, Juliette, I want you so badly," he confessed, and I couldn't help but kiss him passionately.
Our tongues danced together, the desire mounting at a frantic pace, and I spread my legs to make way for the huge erection I felt against my belly.
I was anxious, I wanted him inside me so badly.
"Make me yours, Gérard, make me yours once more," I whispered, overwhelmed by pleasure.
I moaned loudly as he filled me with his member, my cavity welcoming him with great pleasure. Soon, we were both panting and moaning in unison, driven by the sensations our bodies created against each other.
There was a kind of electricity in the air; I could almost touch it with my hands.
"Oh, keep going like that... like that," I moaned shamelessly, given over to his wild thrusts that drove me crazy.
"Ah... Juliette," he moaned as well, as I began moving my hips in sync with him.
In an instant, passion consumed us.
His kisses trailed over every sensitive part of my body, merging us both into one, over and over, until we reached the much-anticipated orgasm, brought on by the pleasure of being connected that consumed us.