A/N: for onebeelover
TAGLIST: fayeexoxo MariPecs10 Chami2207 wanderlust_gemini
WORDCOUNT: 1550
WARNINGS: nsfw (unprotected sex)
SYNOPSIS: Pierre comes home from a successful mission, and you surprise him with a warm bath, a glass of champagne, candles lighted and everything.
"My love?" butterflies filled your stomach at the sound of his voice coming up the stairs. The door of the bedroom slowly opened, and there he was. A grin curled Pierre's lips when his eyes rested on you. "Mon coeur," Pierre said, and you pushed yourself up from the edge of the bed, walking straight into his arms. "I missed you," you said, a soft laugh escaping your lips when his hands grabbed the back of your thighs and lifted you up with ease. Pierre moved to sit on the bed, taking you into his lap. "I missed you more," Pierre replied, his hands gliding from your shoulders down to your spine. Your fingers cupped his cheeks, and you leaned forward to kiss him. His lips felt soft against yours, and he gladly kissed you back. "I have a surprise for you," you muttered against his mouth. "Oh, really?" Pierre hummed, his hands roaming over your skin, and he briefly parted from you to admire your figure in one of his button-ups, just a thong was worn underneath it.
"Do I have to get undressed for it?" Pierre asked, his eyes sparkling at the giggle you let out. "Yes," you confirmed, laughing as he lifted you off his lap and threw you onto the soft mattress of the bed. "We have a lot to celebrate, darling," Pierre said, hovering over you to kiss you sweetly, pulling his turtleneck over his head and throwing it somewhere on the floor. "Already guessed so," you smiled, roaming your hands over his arms when he started to unbutton the shirt you were wearing, and to his luck he only had to undo four buttons. Pierre laid his eyes on you with a sigh, his fingers tracing your skin, palms giving your waist a soft squeeze. "I ran a bath for us," you said, sitting up again. "We should get in there before the water turns cold." Pierre agreed, and he undid the belt around his slacks, watching you make your way to the bathroom. He followed you soon, standing in the doorway. You lit up some vanilla and cinnamon candles, causing the bathroom to be filled with the sweet aroma. Rose petals were spread around, and you put a bottle of champagne in a bucket of ice.
"This is amazing, love," Pierre said, smiling at you. You both got rid of your underwear, and you held onto Pierre's hand to get into the water too. You slowly sat down, your hair tied up in a bun on top of your head. Pierre pulled you into his lap, and your hands roamed over his shoulders before your fingers moved into his hair in the nape of his neck. "Five million, babe. All cash," Pierre grinned, revealing the success of his mission. "You're kidding," you said, your eyes gliding over his face. "Nope," he replied. "I was thinking of an apartment in Venice, or Rome, Paris, London, whatever you want. A yacht in Monaco, St. Tropez penthouse..." Pierre's fingers trailed down your spine, finding your ass eventually, and he squeezed the flesh in his palms. "Whatever I want... As if you never spoil me," you muttered, pecking his lips. "It's my favourite hobby, darling," Pierre said, pulling you even closer. Your fingers skimmed the back of his neck and his shoulders, feeling the bruises and scars previous missions had given him. You kissed again, melting into the feeling, and not planning to pull away soon.
Pierre let his eyes fall closed, the sounds of the water rippling softly around him fading out. One of his hands lifted to the back of your neck, his fingers spreading over your skin, and his thumb moved back and forth in a soothing way. His tongue parted your lips, exploring the inside of your mouth and swaying against your own. Your lips were swollen and red, the intensity increasing each time his tongue licked your lower lip, his teeth taking a gentle bite. You felt slightly breathless when you parted your lips from his mouth, kissing his stubbled jaw next. Pierre tilted his head aside, giving you access to kiss his neck. Pierre relaxed further against the marble of the tub, a shiver running up his spine when your lips brushed over his skin before kissing his pulse, your tongue flattening against it. Your hands moved over his chest, feeling the firm muscles of his body. You felt his throat vibrate with the low moan that fell over his lips, which caused your thighs to squeeze together. His erection brushed over your lower abdomen, and Pierre cursed under his breath. The sounds he let out while you sucked the lilac love bites onto his skin caused your nails to dig into his skin.
Eagerness and desire filled your veins, your nipples hardening with arousal. Pierre loved the small sounds you let out when you got impatient, and he didn't hesitate to slide his hand up your spine, his palm turning to the underside of your rib cage, slowly cupping your breasts. You lifted your head, capturing his lips between yours again. His thumb rolled over the hard pearl of your nipple, letting the goosebumps rise upon your limbs. "I love you," Pierre hummed against your lips. "I love you too, Pierre," you whispered, your hand trailing down his sculpted abdomen, wrapping around the shaft of his erection. A lazy grin showed up on his face, and he dug his teeth into his lower lip. You guided him to your entrance, knowing you were wet enough because Pierre simply had that effect on you once you got started. Pierre watched you hovering over him before sinking down. He shifted slightly in his position, slipping deeply inside you. "Oh, fuck," Pierre moaned. He looked at you through hazed eyes, his hands settling on your hips to guide you. His toes curled when you slowly rolled your hips down on him.
Your hands grabbed onto the side of the tub to have a better grip, and Pierre had the best view beneath him. "I can't believe how beautiful you are, mon amour," he muttered, his hands trailing up to cup your breasts again, his fingers playing with your nipples. You still for a second, relishing the feeling of his throbbing cock against your walls. A sigh fell out of his mouth when you continue to swivel your hips, riding him slowly in the light of the candles. You circled his shoulders with your arms, your breasts pushed up against his chest. The water softly splashed against the sides of the tub. The sweet-scented candles were still doing their work, and he smelled the feminine scent of your perfume when you were so close to him in combination. His low grunts merged with your higher pitched whimpers and soft breaths. You shifted a little, and the head of his cock raked over the gathering of nerve endings inside you. Another moan rang through the bathroom, and your nails dug into his skin. Your walls were clenching around him, and he knew you were about to come undone.
Your eyes fell closed, your pace slowed down as you wanted to draw out the feeling as long as you could. Pierre lulled his head back against the edge of the tub, his fingers digging into your skin. Your walls felt slick and warm around him, and the heat of his approaching orgasm licking at his nerve ends. "Pierre..." you whimpered, his eyes opening, sparkling up at you. "I'm going to cum," you breathed, the rolling of your hips faltering further when the bulbous head of his cock was nuzzled so perfectly against your g-spot. "That's it, baby, cum for me," his voice - god, his voice - rasped. The coil in your lower abdomen snapped, and you squeezed yourself around his cock. The sensation of your orgasm plunged him into his own, loving the way your body react to the intense pleasure. He pulled you down on him as he came inside you. His body tensed in the best way possible, before he relaxed again, his head resting back and his eyes were closed. You draped your arms over the edge of the tub, and you placed a kiss on his chest before hovering your face over his.
Pierre lazily opened his eyes, smiling when he looked into yours. He lifted his hands to caress your cheeks, placing a sweet kiss on your lips. "How about that glass of champagne?" You spoke up, causing him to laugh. You finally got off him, and you reached down to get the bottle of champagne. You poured him a glass and handed it to him, and you turned around to sit back against his chest. Pierre rested one of his arms on the side of the tub, while the other placed on your thigh. You remained in the tub till the water had really turned cold, and you got dressed for bed. You gladly fell asleep in his arms again, more than happy that he had come home safely.
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