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The moment that their lips meet it sets something off in both of them, a tidal wave of longing and desire breaks over them, pulling them under. The muggy mild summer air changes around them, the sound of the rain, once so loud, seems to fade into the background. Nothing existing anymore but them. The first gentle meeting of their lips becomes quickly urgent and in a flurry of movement they move closer; inexorably drawn to one another. Both not able to hold back any longer, their bodies meet in a crashing tangle of limbs, their kiss deepening, lips meeting in a brutal bruising melding of heat and warmth. Fuck. The reality of having Lise Delorme in his arms almost overwhelms Cardinal. Her familiar scent, the feeling of her smooth skin beneath his roughened hands, the whimper of pleasure which slips from her lips. He could die a happy man, the feelings coursing through his body so intense. She feels so good, so right, is his last thought before her lips part and her tongue meets his for the first time. Fuelling the fire already raging so strongly in him encouraging him to further deepen his kisses.
Unaware of their movement backwards, Cardinal soon has Lise trapped between the wooden façade of the house and his body. Unable to get enough of her. He had been such a fool, to think he could have missed out on this, even to have waited so long.
As Lise’s back makes contact with the rain-soaked wall she becomes aware that she has never felt so completely surrounded by Cardinal, and she can’t get enough of it. The intensity of her feelings for this man pouring out of her, making her lose all sense of control.
Reluctantly they break apart, both panting heavily and pause for a moment to take each other in, their foreheads touching, resting against one another as her hands caress the short soft hair at the nape of his neck. Lise looks at Cardinal through lust filled eyes as she leans forward her soft lower lip grazing his ear as she whispers, “Don’t stop, don’t ever stop”. Pulling back she looks deep into his eyes, overwhelmed by the maelstrom of emotion which shines back at her. His hands shaking slightly where they have come to rest on her hips, seeing the effort of self-control he was trying to keep a hold of. “I won’t. I can’t. Fuck Lise, do you have any idea…”, he says, as she smiles coyly at him before her lips urgently seek his out again, the rain runs down their faces, mingling with their kisses, silencing the rest of his sentence. “..what you do to me”,fades away in his mind. Reluctantly pulling back again, he has to ask, he has to know for certain, his lips ghosting against hers, “Lise, tell me this is really happening, that this isn’t all a dream”. Making a sound of disappointment as his lips still, Lise frantically seeks his out his lips again. In between her kisses she answers, “Non, this is definitely happening John. Though maybe we should take it inside”, she says as she pulls back and looks around a playful smile on her lips as her eyes come to rest back on his. Cardinal flashes a puzzled look before looking around hazily. Lise’s smile widens as she watches the realisation of where they are sink in, a flush of embarrassment taking over Cardinals features. Fuck, fuck, fuck. They were still standing on the front porch outside the house in the pouring rain. He seeks out Lise’s eyes again. She really had to stop looking at him like that, he thinks to himself as the deep black orbs of her dilated pupils draw him in. He needs to get them inside before this goes any further as he can feel his control slipping even more. The reality of having Lise in his arms, looking at him with a mix of desire and playfulness was making it very difficult to take things slowly. Acting quickly, he grabs Lise’s hips firmly and pulls her upwards, capturing her mouth again as he pushes her back soundly against the wall. Taken by surprise a loud gasp escapes from Lise as she wraps her legs around his hips, understanding his intention, feeling the full length of his body against hers. Ostie. John Cardinal was going to be the end of her, she thinks as his strong body presses even more firmly into hers, enveloping her in a cloud of pure Cardinal.
Tightening his grip he turns them around and manages to navigate them through the doorway; making it no further than just inside the door; where he places her gently down to sit soundly on the hallway console table. “Je suis impressionne,I’m impressed John”, Lise says huskily, breaking from his lips to look into his eyes a wry smile on her features as she sits there with him trapped between her legs. “Me too”, he replies playfully a smile tugging at his lips. They both smile at this, at the easiness which had returned between them, bringing their foreheads together to touch. “D’accord. So, now where were we… Ah oui!”, she says breaking off as her hands slip lower and under his wet t-shirt whilst her lips meet his again, her touch igniting a trail of fire across his body as her tongue sinfully duels with his. Cardinal had never been kissed so fully, so suggestively, with such emotion, desire and want so clear in its intention. He should have known it would be like this with her, his partner, his best friend, his equal in every way. Lise Delorme was going to be the end of him, he thinks fleetingly, and he couldn’t be happier.
Needing to feel more, his mouth leaves hers and slips lower to her neck, he can’t get enough of the feeling of her smooth skin, made even slicker by the rain, against his lips. Kissing his way down the side of her neck, tracing the path of the water down to the v of her shirt. Unable to hold back any longer Lise’s hands slip lower below Cardinals t-shirt, running over the strong, wet skin of his abdomen before slipping lower frantically grasping and trying to release the top button of his jeans, her hands wet from the rain, making the task frustratingly slow. “Fuck Lise”, he gasps as her hand grazes against the sensitive bulge in his jeans. He pulls back to take her in as she sits before him, her chest heaving, the fabric of her shirt wet through leaving little to the imagination. So fucking beautiful he thinks to himself. How was it possible that a woman like Lise would want anything to do with a man like him, he thinks briefly.
Studying his features through hooded eyes, Lise finally slips the last button on his jeans free. Cardinal hears her gasp of surprise ‘Sacre bleu”, and watches her eyes widen as her cool rain slickened hand meets his sensitive skin. All thought leaves his mind as he screws his eyes shut, groaning and surging uncontrollably into Lise’s sure touch. In his haste to get back to Lise earlier he had forgone boxers. Forcing his eyes open, he meets Lise as she fixes him with a look of surprise, desire and want.
Spurring Cardinal into action his lips capture hers again before moving lower to seek out one of her nipples as it stands raised against her wet shirt, the pale pink showing through the wet fabric. He places an open-mouthed kiss over one nipple whilst his hand brushes roughly over the other before pinching the puckered skin between his thumb and forefinger. Lise’s hands still as her breath catches in her throat at the feeling of his warm mouth on her rain cooled skin as he flicks his tongue roughly back and forth over her right nipple. Her head falls back, her eyes closing with the sheer pleasure of the feeling as it hits her to the core, wetness pooling at her centre.
He needs to see more, to feel more, and moves to free her from her shirt, his large hands fumbling with the impossibly small buttons. Lise smiles up gently at him before helping and finally free he wastes no further time in exposing her pale skin goose-pimpled skin to his starved eyes. He knows that they were not going to make it any further than the hallway. Lise’s actions becoming more hurried, pulling Cardinal along with her as he joins in the struggle to free her from her pants, which the rain had welded to her legs, the dark fabric clinging to her smooth pale legs like a second skin. Frustration mounts in both of them until finally they manage to free her from the offending garment.
Taking in Cardinal as he stands before her gripping her pants in his hand, his dark hair once smoothed to his head by the rain now ruffled and standing on end from her caresses, his chest rising and falling rapidly against the confines of his wet t-shirt as it hugs the toned contours of his upper body, his green eyes focused on her intently, pupils blown wide. Bringing her gaze lower she finally takes in the long, thick, solid length of his cock as it juts proudly out against his stomach, causing her to take a sharp intake of breath. Ostie what this man did to her, made her feel. Lise knows she can wait no longer, she needs to feel him all around her, against her, inside her. Moving quickly, she pulls him closer towards her using her legs around his waist as leverage. His eyes meet hers flashing surprise as she pulls him towards her, her pants slipping from his grip to land in a wet heap on the floor, the sound joining their hurried breathing momentarily in the quiet of the hallway, Not willing to wait a moment longer, Lise quickly pulls his body towards hers manouvering him skillfully to where she wants him. They both gasp as their naked bodies meet, leaning up she whispers in Cardinals ear, “Maintenent. Tabarnak. John, I need you now”, slipping back and forth between her mother tongue her brain struggling to get the words out in English.
Fuck, he wants her so badly, her words, combined with the feeling of her soft skin against him, driving his need ever higher than he thought possible. Not wasting anymore time, he grips her firmly by the hips and pulls her even more soundly against him, drawing a soft moan from Lise, and bringing a hand lower to grip himself he simply pushes aside the wet fabric of her panties before guiding himself to her slickened entrance.
Feeling the wet heat of her against his sensitive skin he can’t help but teasingly rub his tip through the wetness he encounters pulling a long moan from Lise. Fuck. He watches as his cock, glistening, slickened by her wetness, slips along the contours of her soft centre. He needed to get a grip before he lost it then and there, every fibre of his being wanting to bury himself so deeply inside the woman before him, over and over again, until he didn’t know where he ends and she begins.
Pulling his gaze up in an attempt to calm himself down, Cardinal takes in the vision before him. Lise sits before him in the muted light of the hallway, her arms braced behind her gripping the edge of the hallway table, her shirt open, chest pushed forward, the dusty pink of her taught nipples showing through the thin fabric made sheer by the rain, her eyes watching him through a haze of arousal. He studies her reaction as he resumes an agonising teasingly slow stroke along her sensitive centre. In awe at what he sees before him he pauses against her. Lise makes a small sound of frustration and pushes against him. He remains still, poised. She tips her head slightly towards him, looking at him through hooded eyes. "Lise...?", Cardinal manages to say his voice low and gravelly. "Now John, please", she answers, her eyes fixed on his. It’s all he needs to hear as he pushes into her in one long, agonisingly slow stroke, meeting no resistance as he is quickly enveloped by her tight, wet heat. Lise’s head rolls back as she feels his long, thick length enter her, stretching her, her internal walls clench around him greedily welcoming him into her. She silently rejoices in finally having him inside of her, the man she has desired and wanted for so long now, her partner, her best friend. It feels like forever, as he continues to push inside of her slowly, until he finally bottoms out, hitting a spot so deep inside of her that it rocks her to the core, causing her internal muscles to flutter, gripping his length in a series of pulsing movements. Tabarnak, it feels so good she has to struggle to keep her eyes from slipping shut a the sheer pleasure. She looks up at Cardinal as he looks back at her his jaw clenched as a low growl escapes his throat. Lise can see that he too is just managing to hold back. That’s not what she wants though, not what this is about, she needs, wants total abandon, craves it, with him.
He waits a moment, struggling not to buck uncontrollably into her. The slightest of whimpers escapes from Lise which hits him deep down causing him to surge within her. Her eyes drugged and hazy with desire meet his, her control gone, no trace of his partner Detective Delorme visible, what he was seeing before him was all Lise and it takes his breath away. He can’t believe that he was finally buried so deep inside of her, the woman he has wanted for so long, the woman that he loves. She shifts slightly, wiggling, frustrated, trying to pull him deeper inside of her and it is all it takes. Cardinal pulls out slowly before pushing back into her in one long slow stroke. His length surges at the feeling. He didn’t think he had ever been as hard as he was now in all his life. Lise still meets his eyes, challenging him, asking him for more. He pulls out again before slowly pushing back into her, enveloped by her hot, wet depths. Still she meets his gaze. Vocalising it this time, the words slip uncontrollably from her throat, “De plus”. He understands their meaning, can read it in her eyes as they hold a silent conversation with his.
Pulling out again, this time he doesn’t hold back as he slams back into her in one hard long stroke. “Ostie”, he hears Lise moan before he sees her grip on the table tighten, readying herself. He pulls out, pauses, his eyes flicking down briefly to see his length, glistening with her wetness, still not quite believing that this was happening, as he slams back into her again, watching as he disappears into her petite body. His gaze flicks back up to watch Lise as her eyelids slip shut and her head rolls back his name a whisper on her lips “John…”. Fuck. It is all it takes, his self-control in shreds, any fantasies of their first time being slow and tender are completely spent. He remembers back to that night in the guest room, where they both confessed to not being able to control themselves when it came to one another. He understands now what Lise was silently asking.
He pulls out of her quickly, almost all the way, his length surging, before thrusting hard back into her. Groaning as her tight walls welcome him. The force of his thrust rattling through them as her body cushions the blow, her arms braced for it as she meets his thrust. He watches as the force of it moves the small weight of her breasts, still trapped within the confines of her rain soaked bra, the movement causes his cock to pulse pushing against her internal walls stretching her even further then he thought possible .
Lise can’t believe how good Cardinal feels as his strong body skilfully works hers. She could feel every ridge of his length within her, her pleasure increasing even further as he pulses stretching her even more fully. She is completely gone as he continues this rhythm of deep, hard thrusts. Every few thrusts he goes even deeper, hitting a sensitive spot so deep inside her that the pleasure nearly overwhelms her. She could feel him nudging that spot, dragging endless breathless moans from her. Never usually so vocal she couldn’t control the French slurs escaping from her throat. He was giving her exactly what she had been wanting for so long, what no other man had ever been able to get close too, what she had never let anyone get close to or see; her lose control. John Cardinal was fucking her like there was no tomorrow and she was loving every second of it. To think she might never have experienced this, that it had even taken so long.
Cardinal continues his merciless thrusts, quickly become faster and harder as Lise spurs him on meeting his thrusts blow for blow until they are bucking wildly against one another, fucking each other harder and faster. His senses are completely over-whelmed as he struggles not to come, he was painfully hard, his mind blown as he hits the spot so deep inside Lise which causes her to chant incomprehensible French as her hips meet his unrelenting, the escalation of her pleasure causing him to harden even more within her.
He feels Lise’s rhythm falter, gripping her hips more firmly he thrusts hard, once, twice before he feels her walls grip him even tighter. A cry tears from Lise’s throat as her body goes rigid, her internal walls gripping his length in a vice before her body goes limp in his arms, her head lolling back, her eyes just keeping focus on him, hazily as she struggles to keep them open. He knows what she wants, she wants to see him come apart just as he had watched her. She was so fucking beautiful he thinks. The words slipping from his mouth in a low whisper. “So, fucking beautiful” as he feels her internal walls rhythmically clench around him, fighting not to lose control as she rides out the last waves of her orgasm. He was so close, again he looks in wonder at Lise as she tightens the grip her legs have around his hips pulling him closer, urging him on, urging him toward his climax. “Lise...”, he warns. “Lise…”, a second time. Her legs lock around him trapping him even closer. Fuck. Through the haze of arousal he understands her meaning. It is all it takes as he feels his release unfold, surging forward as he thrusts hard and deep in pulsing wave after wave as her internal muscles clench welcomingly around him, her eyes never leaving his.
They both hold each other collapsing in on one another, coming down from the highest of highs, bodies shaking, completely sated. Their laboured breathing the only sound in the still evening air of the hallway.