It's The Way You Look At Me Ch. 14

I felt her cunny start to squeeze me again as she grew closer. Her one hand finally left the counter to grip my forearm as I held her hips still. Her nails dug into my skin as her pleasure began to intensify. I knew she was ready to cum but she was waiting on me.

"Almost baby," I panted.

She relaxed her grip just a little and arched her back harder. Little whimpers leaving her mouth with each crash of our bodies. Her nails dug into me arm again sending pain and pleasure through my body. Her cunny was quivering as she could barely hold on now.

My loud cry told her I was cumming. I felt her cunny squeeze then release as I flooded her. I shot wave after wave inside of her quivering cunny. The room started to spin as I filled her deep inside her womb. I had to slow down and rest deep inside of her. Her cunny milked my cock for the last drops before we were both spent.

We were both panting hard as we looked at each other. I wanted to kiss her now so I leaned down and caught her mouth. My cock slipped from her as she sat up and kissed me. It was a hard and passionate kiss as I pulled her head to my mouth. Our tongues tangled in the middle until she pulled my lower lip out and chewed it softly.

She let it go as her eyes opened and found mine. I could feel my seed dribbling out of her now and landing on my cock as it rested between her legs on her lips. It was still just as hard as it was when I first entered her. I could have had her again right about now. The thought was running through her mind as she smiled that smile at me.

I checked the clock and saw it was past nine now and she still needed to get ready to go. But still, maybe it wouldn't hurt for her to be late just once. My hand touched the sticky mess between her legs as I pushed my cock against her opening.

"No, no, bad boy," she giggled. "I have to work."

"Damn," I joked. "Can't blame a guy for trying though."

She giggled her little giggles again. "No, I certainly can't. That was a great breakfast though."

"Umm hmmm," I agreed.

"I can't think of a better way to start the day," she smiled.

"Seconds?" I teased.

"Oh god," she giggled. "I don't know about that. My legs are like jelly right now."

"I can take you to the bed and lay you down," I started. "I can make love to you all day long. You wouldn't have to do a thing."

"That does sound tempting," she smiled her coy little smile. "But I have to go in today."

"Go get cleaned up baby," I smiled. There wasn't a hint of disappointment in my voice.

"Thank you," she smiled back. "I love you Owen."

"Love you too Jamie."

"What should I make you for dinner?" I asked slyly.

"I hope it's as good as breakfast," she smiled.

"I'll think of something."

"Hmmm," she growled and kissed me again.

She playfully pushed me away and headed for the bedroom to get ready. I watched her go. She seemed to float across the floor now as she headed off. I turned and went to get the dishes started and to clean the mess off the chair and the floor.

I had just finished the last dish when the phone started ringing.

"Can you get that?" Jamie called.

"Sure," I replied.

"Bonjour," I said. (Hello)

"Bonjour. Puis-je parler à Jamie se il vous plaît?" (Hello. Can I speak to Jamie please?)

"Tenir une minute se il vous plaît. Permettez-moi aller la chercher." (Hold on just a minute. Let me go get her)

"Puis-je demander qui appelle?" (Can I ask who is calling?)

"Il est Anna de l'agence de mannequins." (It's Anna from the modeling agency)

"It's for you," I said to Jamie.

"Who is it?"

"Anna from the modeling agency."

"Bonjour Anna," Jamie said.

I turned and headed back to the kitchen to start drying the dishes so I could put them away. Jamie followed me out into the kitchen and listened to Anna talk.

"Vous avez à me faire marcher," Jamie cried. (You have got to be kidding me.)

I looked up as she had a pissed off look on her face. She listened still then spoke in the same annoyed tone.

"La date limite est demain. Je dois avoir des photos faites aujourd'hui." (The deadline is tomorrow. I have to have the photos done today.)

"Vous êtes désolé?" she quipped. (You are sorry?)

"Vous ne devez pas quelqu'un d'autre?" (You don't have anybody else?)

"Court préavis? Je réservé ces deux semaines à l'avance." (Short notice? I booked this two weeks in advance.)

"Oublier. Je vais comprendre." (Forget about it. I will figure it out.)

"Non, il est très bien. Je ai un autre modèle que je peux utiliser." (No, its fine. I have another model I can use.)

She looked at me as she said this. I knew exactly what she was thinking as I shook my head no. She shook her head yes as she listened to the woman on the other end of the phone.

"Ne vous attendez pas que nous utilisions votre agence plus. Je ne suis pas besoin de ce casse-tête." (Do not expect us to use your agency anymore. I don't need this headache.)

She hung the phone up and looked at me with her pleading eyes.

"I'm not a calendar boy," I said quickly.

"Good thing this isn't a calendar shoot," she joked. "It's an underwear modeling shoot."

"I ain't that either," I said quickly.

"Please Owen," she begged now. "I have to get this done by today and you are my only option right now."

I couldn't resist those eyes but I really didn't want to do it.

"Please," she begged again.

"I'm not an underwear model," I said. "I don't have to body for it."

"Look at you Owen," she said confidently. "You have the body that drives women crazy."

"If you say so," I replied.

"I do baby," she smiled. "Believe me, I know."

"Do you now?" I teased.

"Trust me," she smiled again.

I sighed.

"Please Owen," she begged. Her little girl voice coming out as she looked so damn cute right about now.

"You owe me then," I joked. "What do I have to do?"

"Get dressed and come with me," she smiled. "We can work it out once we get to the office."

I sighed before I slipped my pants off my legs and headed for the bathroom.

"Should I shave?"

"No," she said quickly. "The scruffiness is the perfect look. Just get dressed."

"Can I take a shower first? I want to feel clean."

"Hurry up," she sassed. "I'm going to be late."

"I tried to talk you out of going into work today," I teased.

"Yeah, yeah," she sassed again. "Hurry up you pain in the ass."

"I'm the pain in the ass?" I chuckled.

"Yes you," she giggled her little giggle. "Hurry up."

"Should I bring a sock or something with me?" I asked from the bathroom.

"A sock?" she questioned.

"To stuff in my underwear so I look bigger," I answered.

"Geez," she laughed. "No, you are plenty big without a sock."

"Are you going to fluff me a little?"

"You're sick," she giggled again. "Besides, the photographer is a guy."

"Say what?" I called as I got into the shower.

"Just kidding," she said sweetly.

I scrubbed myself quickly then got dressed. We were out the door and got to her office just a little late. We went up and into the office so she could make a phone call to Carrie to let her know what was going on. Then we went up another floor to a bare office that was set up for the photo shoot.

"Je pensais que nous allions annuler," the photographer said. (I thought we were going to cancel.)

"Non, je trouvai un remplacement," Jamie said. (No, I found a replacement.)

"Je suppose qu'il va faire," she said looking me over. "Il a l'air assez beau." (I guess he will do. He looks handsome enough.)

"Juste attendre jusqu'à ce qu'il prenne sa veste. Il ya beaucoup sexy," Jamie smiled. (Just wait until he takes his jacket off. He is plenty sexy.)

"Hey," I said to Jamie. "I'm not a piece of meat."

"Que dit-il?" the photographer asked. (What did he say?)

"Il a dit qu'il est heureux d'être ici," Jamie lied. (He said he is happy to be here.)

"Bien," she smiled. (Ok)

"I take it she doesn't speak English?" I whispered to Jamie.

"Only a little," Jamie replied. "And she doesn't know you can speak French either."

"Hmm," I smiled. "Let's keep it that way."

"Why?" she asked slyly.

"It could be fun."

"Oh god," she sighed.

"Or I can leave," I teased.

"No," she sassed. "We can have a little fun with her I guess."

"That's my girl."

"Bon, laissez-nous commencer. Le vestiaire est ici," the photographer ordered. (Okay, let's get started. The changing room is over here.)

Jamie repeated what I already knew and showed me to the changing room. It was just a small room with a curtain covering the door. There was a little bench seat and a few hangers to hang things from. I stood in there and dropped my jacket off my shoulder before I took my shirt off.

"Ceci est le premier que vous allez commencer," she announced and pulled the curtain open. (This is the first one you will start with.)

"Good thing I wasn't naked in here," I said.

She just smiled and tossed the jockey shorts my way. I knew she couldn't understand me anyway. I dropped my pants and my boxers and stood there naked in the small room. I slipped the underwear up my legs and stood there looking at myself in the mirror. Jamie is going to owe me I thought as I looked at the reflection.

I pulled the curtain back and walked out to the white wall and stood there waiting for instructions.

"Perdre le chapeau et fixer vos cheveux," she barked. (Lose the hat and fix your hair.)

I almost pulled the beanie off my head but I waited until Jamie told me in English to do as I was told. I tossed the beanie her way.

"What's wrong with my hair?" I asked.

"It's just a little messy," she smiled. "Let me fix it for you."

She fixed my hair and turned to look at the photographer. "Est-ce bon?" (Is that good?)

She nodded and took her camera out and checked on it.

"Il est assez beau. Je voudrais l'estomac. Il est très en forme," she offered. (He is pretty handsome. I like the stomach. He is very fit.)

"Oui," Jamie smiled. (yes)

"Tenez comme ça. Poussez vos hanches sur," she ordered. (Stand like this. Push your hips out.)

I understood and did as I was told since she was standing how she wanted me to stand. She started snapping pictures of me as I moved around and did different poses that she instructed me to do. Jamie was telling me what she wanted like I didn't know what she was saying. I was surprised she was playing the game with me like she was.

The camera girl was flirty and making all sorts of little comments about me. She wanted to see me without the underwear on. She bet I was hung and could make her toes curl. I just smiled the whole time and pretended like I didn't know a thing.

"Bien," she said. "Allez mettre sur les bleus maintenant." (Ok. Go put on the blue ones now.)

I turned to go back to the room. "Dois-je le suivre et jeter un coup d'oeil à lui?" she asked Jamie. "Peut-être que je peux le ramener chez lui avec moi. Si vous ne voulez pas lui." (Should I follow him and sneak a peek at him? Maybe I can take him home with me. If you don't want him.)

I couldn't help but turn around now. "Je suis déjà pris mais je vous remercie." (I am already taken but thank you.)

She turned beet red as Jamie laughed. "Ouais, je peux parler assez bien le français. Voilà pourquoi je suis tellement souriant." (Yeah, I can speak French pretty well. That's why I have been smiling so much.)

"Je suis désolé. Désolé si vous avez trouvé me inapproprié," she said embarrassed. (I am sorry. Sorry if you have found me inappropriate.)

"Il est très bien. Je trouve ça drôle," I replied. (It's fine. I find it funny.)

I turned and went to the changing room to get into the blue ones now. I couldn't help but laugh as I stepped out of the changing room and headed back out for another round of photos. It went easier now since she knew I could understand her. She still made some comments about me but she had backed off some.

She ordered me to turn around and shake my butt a little. They both laughed as I did my best to do what I was asked.

"You shake it better than I can," I said to Jamie.

"That's my trademark isn't it?"

"Especially when you are riding me," I said.

"Owen," she sassed. "You're bad."

"I hope she can't understand us," I smiled. "Wouldn't that be funny?"

"No," she smiled. "It wouldn't."

"I can't wait until I get you home tonight," I teased.

"You want me to twerk my hips like that?" she asked.

"It's making me hard just thinking about you doing it."

"Owen," Jamie sassed.

"Bon, revenir à nouveau autour," she ordered. (Ok, turn back around again.)

I was a little turned on as I turned back around. My cock was pushing the underwear out just a little more as I turned. Jamie noticed right away as her eyes focused on my cock. She wasn't the only one that smiled as I stood there with my hand on my hip. I pushed it out just a little more as she snapped a few shots.

"Le temps d'une pause. Je dois changer la batterie." (Time for a break. I need to change the battery.)

"Voulez-vous que je change dans la paire blanc?" I asked. (Do you want me to change into the white pair?)

"Oui," she smiled. (Yes)

I left the floor and headed back to the changing room again. I pulled the curtain closed and slipped the blue underwear off before tossing them into the corner with the other ones that I had already done. The curtain opened as Jamie slipped inside with me.

"Fuck," I croaked. "Haven't you heard of knocking?"

"Knocking?" she questioned. "On what, the curtain?"

"Touché," I smiled.

"How are you doing out there baby?" she asked.

"Alright I guess. This isn't my thing."

"You look hot out there Owen," she said. "Really hot, I'm turned on. My panties are soaked."

"That's a lie," I teased. "You probably aren't wearing any."

"I'm wearing some today," she sassed. "It's a tiny little thong though. They are so damp right now. Hmmmm, fuck."

That little growl at the end. It made my exposed cock start to swell. She walked to me now, ran her hands across my chest as she looked up at me with those sexy eyes of hers. They said she wasn't lying about being wet. She licked her big lips, which seemed to be swollen more than normal, to wet them. I knew that look, I had seen it a thousand times before. One that spoke to my sexual side and made my cock continue to inflate.

I pulled her closer to me and kissed those wet lips of hers. She growled and gasped into my kiss as her nails gently raked my skin from my nipples all the way down to the base of my cock. It sent another chill through my body as she touched my base and curled her small fingers around my mostly swollen cock. She pulled my bottom lip out with her teeth gently before she let go.

It stunned me as she squatted down in front of me now and looked at my cock. She licked her lips again as she looked up at me with a look of lust in her eyes now. I watched as she opened her mouth and took me inside. I slowly slid all the way into her mouth in one swallow until I touched the back of her throat. Her heat and pressure from her mouth made me gasp as she held still and let her tongue trace me.

"Fuck," I gasped. "Jamie, what about what's her face?"

"Hmmm," she growled as she retreated and pulled my cock from her mouth.

"Elle a besoin d'une autre batterie. Elle a dû courir au magasin pour en obtenir un," she said softly. (She needs another battery. She had to run to the store to get one.)

My cock went back into her mouth before I could process and respond. It took me a second to translate and comprehend what she had just said to me. I felt the back of her throat as she tried to relax and let more of me slide into her mouth. It happened just as I finally processed the information. I felt her teeth gently close around the base of my cock.

"How long will that take?"

She shrugged her shoulders as I started to come out of her mouth. She teased the tip with her tongue and circled the head before taking me back inside. I couldn't say anything but a long fuck as I felt the back of her throat again.

"Hum hmmm," she growled again.

She let me slide from her mouth again until I was out. She looked up at me as she held me now and ran her tongue the length of my cock to my sack. She went back up the other side still looking up at me with those eyes.

"Stand up," I ordered.

She didn't hesitate and stood quickly. I grabbed her hips and turned her into the wall. I forced her against the wall like I was the cops and I was frisking her. She pressed up against the wall as I dropped to my knee behind her and worked the button on her grey dress pants. It opened quickly and the zipper followed just as fast. I worked them off her hips until her perfect ass with the white string splitting the middle came into view. I let them rest right at the bottom of her butt as I kissed the supple flesh on her cheeks.

She arched her butt out harder in response to my mouth against her butt. She let me kiss her as I slipped her pants further down her legs until the piled up at her ankles. I used my hand to pull her cheeks apart and expose her cunny covered by the smallest piece of fabric. Both her lips flared open on either side of the cotton but hid her opening for the moment.

She was wet just like she said. The white cotton showed how much of her desire had soaked into them. Her little lips were moist as I leaned in and licked the cotton right between her legs. I tasted her desire as she gasped at my tongue touching her. I slipped it under the edge and touched her opening. She brought her hands back and pulled her cheeks open to give me more space.

"You're a bad girl Jamie," I teased.

"Tell me about it," she sassed right back.

"Why are you so wet?" I asked. My finger pressed into her wetness as she gasped. I slipped all the way inside in one push.

"Because you are fucking hot in those underwear," she whimpered.

"I'm not in them now," I teased more.

"I know," she gasped again. "Even hotter now. Fuck, I'm so wet right now."

"Bad girl Jamie," I teased again.

"Please," she begged now. "Please fuck me."

"Jamie," I gasped in mock shock. "Right here?"

"Yes," she panted hard. "Fuck, I need you right now."

"I don't know about that Jamie," I continued. "What will that lady think when she hears you moaning?"

"I don't care," she begged. "Please, don't leave me like this."

"Leave you like this?" I asked. My fingers pressing in and out of her as we spoke. "What about me? Look what you have done to me."

"I'm so wet Owen," she played along now. "You would slide inside so easily. Please."

Her little girl voice was coming out now as she begged. I couldn't ever resist that voice. My fingers curled around her hips and pulled her thong down her legs until it rested at her knees. I never left my spot but pulled my finger from her cunny. She still held herself open as she rested her body against the wall as she waited on me. My tongue took the place of my finger as I tasted her desire now. Her cunny was soaked and leaking her wetness as I pressed into her opening. She gasped as I licked her and circled my tongue against her cunny.

"Please Owen," she begged again. "Fuck me."

"Since you said please," I teased as I stood.

I changed my stance since there was a height difference between us. I pressed my cock against her opening as she still held herself open. I felt myself part her and open her up for the second time today. She seemed wetter and more turned on right now than she did this morning. My cock sank slowly into her as she moaned her desire.

My hips touched her ass as I bottomed out inside of her. I held myself close to her and thrust my hips into her now. It was just a short but powerful stroke as I fucked her. My hips slapped against her ass making the sounds of sex fill the small room. Each crash of my body into hers made her ass softly ripple with perfection.

I curled my fingers around her body from the front to get between her legs. She let out another whimper as I found her clit and circled it with my fingers. I could already feel her cunny squeezing me as she grew closer to cumming.