Next morning, Camille walked into Amelie's bedroom, a concerned expression on her face as she took in the sight of her friend slumped on the bed, looking utterly exhausted. "Amelie, mon dieu, what happened to you?" Camille exclaimed, rushing to her side. "You look fucked!"
Amelie tried to sit up, but winced in pain, her body aching and sore from the intense session with Julien the night before. She let out a weak, breathless laugh that turned into a harsh cough, her voice raspy and hoarse. "You could say that, Camille," Amelie managed to say, her words coming out in a strained whisper. "Julien and I... we had a rather vigorous session," she admitted, a faint blush coloring her cheeks.
Camille's eyes widened in shock before a slow, mischievous grin spread across her face. "Vigorous? Mon dieu, Amelie, you mean you had another one of your rough, all-night sessions with him, didn't you?" she teased, her tone playful and amused. "No wonder you look like this!"
Amelie could only groan in response, gingerly shifting on the bed to try and find a more comfortable position. "I'm sorry, Camille," she apologized, her voice strained with pain and exhaustion. "I was supposed to meet you at the cafe today, but I don't think I can move. My spine and... and other parts of me... hurt too much," she confessed, a deep blush staining her cheeks at the memory of Julien's intense, relentless passion.
Camille's expression softened with sympathy as she helped Amelie settle back onto the pillows, being careful not to jostle her too much. "Don't apologize, ma chérie," she soothed, gently brushing Amelie's hair back from her face. "I'm just glad you're alright. Though I must say, Julien certainly knows how to keep a woman satisfied," she added with a playful wink.
"Yes, Camille, you were absolutely right," Amelie thought to herself, recalling the conversation from the day before as she clung to Julien, her body pinned against the cold, smooth wall of the quiet art gallery. "He does know exactly how to satisfy a woman, in every way imaginable."
Julien gripped Amelie's thighs, hoisting her legs up to wrap around his waist as he pressed her harder against the wall, his hips rocking forward to drive his thick, hard cock deep into her already soaked, needy sex. The rough, textured surface of the brick scraped deliciously against Amelie's back, adding a thrilling element of danger and secrecy to their clandestine coupling.
"Mmmnnfffuck... Julien," Amelie gasped, her voice a low, breathy moan as she buried her face in the crook of his neck, biting down gently on his shoulder to muffle her cries of pleasure. The gallery was less crowded than usual, but she didn't want to take the chance of alerting anyone to their presence. The risk of getting caught only heightened the exhilarating thrill coursing through her veins.
Julien's hands slid up her sides, cupping the weight of her breasts, kneading and squeezing the soft mounds as he fucked into her harder, faster, his breath hot and ragged against her ear. "Shhh... keep quiet, babygirl," he murmured, his voice a low, dominant rumble. "Don't want the whole gallery to hear what a dirty girl you are for me," he teased wickedly, punctuating his words with a sharp, deep thrust that had Amelie seeing stars.
Amelie could only moan and whimper, a litany of breathless, wanton cries falling from her kiss-bruised lips as she wrapped her legs tighter around Julien's waist, her nails raking down his back, leaving angry red lines in their wake. She could feel the heat building low in her belly, could feel that familiar tension coiling tighter and tighter, her body hurtling towards another mind-shattering climax. The obscene sound of Julien's heavy balls slapping against her sensitive clit and the slick, wet squelches of his thick cock plunging in and out of her dripping sex filled the air, a lewd, erotic symphony that made Amelie's heart race and her skin flush with arousal.
Amelie panted heavily, her chest heaving against Julien's as she clung to him, her body shaking and trembling with the force of his relentless thrusts. "Julien... wait... slow down..." she gasped, her voice strained and breathless. "You're going too fast... you're going to... to make me scream... and someone might hear us," Amelie warned, her words punctuated by a sharp gasp as Julien's cock hit a particularly sensitive spot inside her. The gallery walls seemed to close in around them, amplifying every sound, every breath and moan and lewd squelch of their frantic coupling.
Julien chuckled darkly, a rich, sinful sound that vibrated through his chest and into Amelie's, sending a shiver of anticipation down her spine. "Slow down? Mais non, ma chérie," he purred, his voice a low, seductive rasp as he gripped her hips harder, pulling her down onto his cock with brutal force. "I don't think either of us wants that, do we? Not when you're being such a noisy little minx," he teased wickedly, his eyes glinting with mischief and lust. "Bite my neck if you need to scream, ma petite," he suggested with a wicked grin, tilting his head to bare the strong column of his throat to her. "That should help muffle those delightful, dirty sounds spilling from your lips."
And with that, Julien doubled his efforts, slamming into Amelie with a renewed intensity that stole her breath and left her seeing stars. The rough brick wall scraped deliciously against her back, the discomfort only heightening the mind-numbing pleasure radiating from where they were so intimately joined. Amelie could only cry out against Julien's neck, sinking her teeth into his flesh as he fucked into her harder, faster, the wet, obscene sounds of their coupling echoing loudly in the quiet gallery. Her nails raked down his back, leaving angry red welts in their wake as she hung on for dear life, her body shaking and convulsing with the sheer force of her impending climax. The tension coiled tighter and tighter in her core, her inner walls clamping down like a vice around Julien's pistoning length, as he relentlessly drove her towards a mind-shattering, screaming orgasm.
Suddenly, Julien took a step back, taking Amelie with him as he slammed her down onto the nearby desk. The hard, unyielding surface met Amelie's back and scalp with a loud, painful THUD, the force of the impact jostling the art books and papers scattered across the desk. Amelie let out a startled yelp, her body bouncing slightly on the wooden surface as Julien gripped her hips, spreading her legs wide.
Julien stood straight up, towering over Amelie's prone form on the desk, his chiseled abs and muscular thighs on full display as he loomed above her. His hips moved with a newfound intensity, slamming forward to drive his thick, pulsing cock deeper and harder into Amelie's soaked, clenching sex. The change in angle allowed him to plunge into her at an even more sensual angle, reaching new heights and depths inside her vulnerable body.
Amelie could only scream, a raw, primal sound of ecstasy that threatened to echo through the gallery as Julien fucked into her with wild abandon. Desperate to muffle the screams tearing from her throat, she scrambled to cover her mouth with her hands, her fingers sinking into her cheeks as she tried to stifle the wanton cries of pleasure.
But it was no use. Amelie's moans and wails only grew louder, more insistent as Julien increased his pace, slamming into her with a force that rocked the entire desk beneath them. The obscene, wet sound of flesh slapping against flesh filled the air, punctuated by the creaking and groaning of the straining wood and Amelie's escalating screams of rapture. Her back arched sharply off the desk, her nails digging into her own skin as she bucked and writhed beneath Julien, completely lost in the mind-numbing pleasure radiating from her core.
Julien's balls slapped lewdly against Amelie's ass with each brutal thrust, the heavy, churning orbs drawing up tight as he fucked her harder, faster, his climax building to a fever pitch. Amelie could only sob and keen beneath him, her body shaking and trembling, the desk rattling and shaking with the power of Julien's relentless, animalistic coupling. She could feel her orgasm surging forth like a tidal wave, threatening to sweep her away in a crash of unimaginable ecstasy. Amelie's eyes rolled back, her tongue lolling out as she surrendered herself completely to the mind-shattering pleasure, her velvet walls clenching and fluttering wildly around Julien's pistoning length.
Julien's grip on Amelie's hips tightened, his fingers digging into the soft flesh as he pounded her harder, faster, the desk beneath them creaking and groaning in protest. "Fuck, babygirl, you feel so good... so tight... squeezing me like a silken vice," he grunted, his breath coming in short, sharp pants as he neared the edge of his own release. The lewd slap of flesh meeting flesh grew louder, more frantic, the wet squelch of his thick cock plunging into Amelie's soaking wet sex echoing obscenely in the quiet gallery.
Amelie's body was a playground of sensations, every nerve ending firing at once as Julien fucked into her with brutal, relentless force. Her back arched off the desk, her tits jiggling enticingly with each powerful thrust, her nipples pebbled and aching for touch. Her legs were splayed wide, her ankles hooked around Julien's waist, pulling him closer, deeper, as if she couldn't get enough of the delicious stretch and fill of his massive cock.
"Julien... Julien... I'm... I'm going to... ahhh... I can't..." Amelie sobbed, her words muffled against her own hands as she tried desperately to stifle her screams. The tension in her core coiled tighter and tighter, her inner walls fluttering and clamping down around Julien's pistoning length as her impending orgasm built to a fever pitch.
Julien's hips stuttered, his thrusts becoming more erratic as he felt Amelie's body convulsing around him. "That's it, ma chérie... come for me... milk my cock... fuck... I'm right there with you," he growled, his voice strained and husky. His hands slid up Amelie's body, roughly kneading her breasts, pinching and twisting her sensitive nipples as he fucked into her harder, faster, his movements becoming more frantic, more desperate.
The obscene, wet sound of their coupling grew louder, more frenzied, the desk beneath them rattling and shaking with the force of Julien's brutal thrusts. Amelie's body was a mess of sweat, her hair sticking to her face as she writhed and bucked beneath him, completely lost in the overwhelming pleasure-pain coursing through her veins. She could feel Julien's cock swelling even thicker inside her, the veins along his shaft throbbing as he neared his own release. The heat in her belly built to a fever pitch, her climax surging forth like a tidal wave, threatening to sweep her away in a crash of unimaginable ecstasy.
Amelie's fingers clawed at the desk, ripping a paper and knocking over a pen holder as she tried to anchor herself against the mind-numbing pleasure of Julien's relentless pounding. Her back arched sharply, her tits thrusting up towards the ceiling as her body tensed, every muscle coiling tight as the orgasm crashed over her like a tsunami. "JULIEN! OH GOD, JULIEN, I'M CUMMING! I'M CUMMING!" she screamed, her voice muffled against her hands, her whole body shaking as a mind-shattering orgasm ripped through her, her velvet walls clamping down HARD around Julien's pistoning cock, milking him for all he was worth as he fucked her through her climax with a final, brutal thrust. "FUCK!" Julien roared, his body going rigid above her as he finally let go, his thick, pulsing length erupting deep inside Amelie's spasming sex. Jets of hot, thick cum painted Amelie's fluttering walls, filling her up as Julien's woman as they both rode out the aftershocks of their intense, earth-shattering release. The desk beneath them shook and shuddered, the sound of their ragged breaths and the wet, obscene squelch of Julien's spent cock inside Amelie's cum-soaked sex echoing in the empty gallery as they basked in the afterglow of their passionate coupling.
Julien pulled out of Amelie's still fluttering sex with a lewd pop, a string of their combined fluids connecting his softening cock to her stretched, sensitive entrance as he stepped back. Amelie let out a low, breathless moan, her chest heaving as she gazed down at her own body, taking in the valley of her breasts and the sight of their juices trickling down her inner thighs. She could feel the heat of their coupling radiating from her skin, could feel the way her body had been marked and claimed by Julien's touch, his passion, his desire.
Almost immediately, Julien flipped Amelie over onto her stomach, the rough wood of the desk scraping against the sensitive skin of her nipples as they flattened beneath her. He pressed on her shoulder blades, pinning her down as he positioned himself behind her, the thick, musky scent of their sex filling the air. Amelie's heart raced, pounding in her chest as she felt the heat of Julien's cock brushing against her ass, already hardening again in preparation for round two.
Julien leaned down, his lips brushing against Amelie's ear as his hips rocked forward, the tip of his cock nestling between the cheeks of her ass. "Je t'aime, Amelie," he murmured, his voice a low, tender rasp. "I love you more than anything in this world. Tu es la femme de ma vie," he declared, his words sending a shiver of anticipation down Amelie's spine.
Amelie's breath caught in her throat, tears springing to her eyes as she felt the weight of Julien's love, his devotion, his unending passion. She arched her back, pressing her ass against his pelvis, silently begging for more, silently screaming for him to take her, to claim her, to make her his completely. "Julien..." she whimpered, her voice a needy whisper of his name.
Julien's hand slid over her shoulder, down her side, his fingers splaying across the curve of her hip as he gripped her tightly. He rolled his hips forward, the head of his cock pushing insistently against Amelie's puckered back entrance. "Marry me, Amelie," he breathed, his voice a low, husky murmur against her neck. "Marry me, and let me love you, cherish you, worship you for the rest of our days. Be my wife, my lover, my everything," he begged, his tone raw with emotion, his heart laid bare in that moment.
The suspense hung heavy in the air, the unspoken question lingering between them like a tangible thing. Amelie's body trembled, her skin prickling with goosebumps as she felt the press of Julien's cock against her most intimate place, as she heard the heartfelt, impassioned plea falling from his lips. The gallery seemed to hold its breath around them, the charged tension building with each passing second as Amelie teetered on the brink of a decision that would change the course of both their lives forever.