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“Ah, that feels so much better!” You giggle to yourself as you step out of the shower and walk into your room with a small towel wrapped around your body.
You glanced at the clock and your (eye color) orbs widened. Any time now France would be over for his weekly French lessons you had asked him to give you.
Tossing your soft purple towel to the side, you grabbed up your red bra with the black lace trimming. You always loved how it fit perfectly to your chest. Bending over, you started to slip on your cute little panties you had just bought the other day.
“Ma cher lapin~ Where ar--” Francis stopped dead in his tracks as his blue eyes locked onto the red and black hipster underwear you had just pulled over your bum.
“Ah, Francis!” A blush dusted across your face, not only because your tutor was seeing you in your underwear, but because what was written across your bottom. In gleaming black and silver read “I Heart French Kissing”.
“Ah, ma chere, you should have told me you felt this way~”
“Um, I-I.. Franci--”
The nation put his index finger over your full pink lips and smirked. “No need for words, ma petite lapin.”
His finger was removed only to be replaced by his lovely lips. You gasped into the kiss, more then allowing France to slip in his tongue. France’s hand moved down to your hips and gave a gentle squeeze, making a pleased hum leave you.
He smirked as he pulled away, a thin line of saliva connecting the two of you. “Comment etait-ce?”[1]
“G-good,” You managed to stutter out.
“Tsk-tsk. In French, you still need your lesson today, ma cher.” His smirk widened.
“Bon?” You questioned.
“Tres Bon!”
“Does that mean I get a reward?” You asked, being a little more brave.
France smiled devilishly. “Mais bien sur, ma douce. Get on the bed, and I’ll give it to you.”[2]
You nodded your head at the blonde. Oh, you certainly hoped that he would.
He leaned over you, his long locks tickling the sides of your face. (Eye color) met blue as you looked up into his face. His fingers started to trace small circles down your neck and chest.
“Savez-vous que vous etes belle?”[3]
The blush dusted across your cheeks again. “You lie, Francis.”
“Non, je n’aime pas. You are. I speak only the truth about beautiful woman, ma chere.”[4]
“T-thank you.”
“Ah, ah. En francais!”
“Merci beaucoup.”
“Much, much better. Vous parlez francais magnifiquement.” [5]
Any idea of a response was wiped from your mind as his skilled hands delved under your bra and squeezed the soft flesh that was underneath. You mewled in pleasure as he increased the pressure he was putting on the sensitive mound.
“Francis~” You practically purred.
France moved down to start nibbling and sucking on your neck, finding that spot that made you go crazy almost instantly. He licked a small trail up to your ear, making sure to whisper directly into it.
“Aimez-vous ce que je fais pour vous? Does it make you feel good?”[6]
“Oui, Francis!”
“Ah, you catch on quickly, ma chere! I’ll have to reward you for that too!”
Francis’ fingers skimmed across the flat planes of your stomach and lightly brushed against your mound that had already dampened your panties.
“So excited for your reward!” He murmured into your lips.
You bit you lip and nodded your head.
“I guess that means I should give it to you quickly, oui?”
“Oui, Francis, s’il vous plait!”
Without further hesitation, Francis pushed your soaked panties aside and slid a finger into your warm, moist depths.
“Ah…” You sighed happily as he pumped in and out of your body with his digit.
Not being satisfied with the sounds you were making, he added another finger inside of you, making your cries louder. His smirk returned to his face as he watched your writhe beneath him, his thumb now grazing against your hot button.
“Please, Francis, I need you.”
“You have me, ma cher lapin!”
“That’s not what I mean, and you know it!” You pouted.
Francis chuckled. “Dites-moi. Tell me how you need me.” You face heated up but you moved your mouth open to speak. “In French, mon amour.”[7]
You closed your mouth immediately and thought. France had never really taught you those things. Sure he had hit on your in French before, but nothing like that.
France set his lust filled gaze to yours, “I’ll teach you…”
Before you could react France had swiftly pulled your panties from your body and flipped you on your hands and knees. His skilled hands rubbed along your back until they reached the clasp that held your bra together. With a quick motion it was gone and thrown in a random direction to join with your already forgotten panties.
“Much better, isn’t it, mon chere?”
“Oui~” You moaned out as he grabbed them roughly, fingers grasping your rosy buds.
Francis stopped his touching and moved back, you could still feel his presence behind you though. You inclined your head to look at him, curious as to why he stopped.
“Francis?”
“Touchez-vous. I love to watch.”[8]
“Um… But, Francis, it’s embarrassing…” You muttered into the pillow you had pressed your cheek against.
“S’il vous plait? Pour moi?” [9]
“Al-alright,”
You reached underneath you to your hot mound, two fingers swirling around your clit to stimulate you even further. A soft moan left your lips.
Francis bit his lip at the site. Oh, how he had dreamed of this. Quietly, he began to disrobe as he watched you lose yourself in your bliss, fingers now delving into your core.
Suddenly, your fingers were pulled away and something warm and hard was placed near your entrance. “Est-ce la facon n’avez vous avez besoin de moi?”[10]
“Oui, Francis! S’il vous plait arretez de jouer autour.”[11]
France smirked and leaned down, his hard member rubbing against you just right. He whispered his lesson into your ear.
“Baise-moi!”[12]
He surged his hips forward and began his steady pace against your slick walls. “Who am I to turn down a beautiful femme?”
You pushed your hips back to meet his every thrust. Moans spilled from your throat over and over again.
“On se sent tellement bon!”[13]
“Harder, Francis!” You begged as you started panting.
Francis obliged as soon as the order left your lips. You nearly screamed as he delved further into your core. He gripped your hips tightly, trying so hard to bring you to your climax.
Your mind was swimming from all the pleasure he was bringing to your body. His hand snaked down and grabbed a hold of your hot button, trying with his might to make you come. Your body shook as your climax neared.
“That’s it, ma douce. Recite your second lesson to me.”
“J’arrive!” You nearly shouted as you reached your peak, Francis still plunging deep into your core. [14]
“C’est ma fille.” [15]
His pace quickened, his hips snapping against yours erratically as he neared his own climax. Your body was still buzzing from reaching your peak, still hypersensitive, and the throbbing of his thick member only increased the pleasure you were feeling.
With a grunt of your name, Francis slumped over you, his manhood pulsing hotly inside. The two of you panted heavily before he slid out of your body and laid next to you, pulling you against his strong chest, laying his head against yours. His blonde locks draped slightly on your face, mixing with your (hair color) strands.
“I think I’ll have to study harder from now on after getting a taste of your rewards.”
Francis chuckled and snuggled into your back, pulling the blanket over the top of the two of you. “Dors, mon amour. Il me reste a vous recompenser pour la lecon d’aujourd’hui.”[16]
Oh, yes, you were definitely going to study harder from now on.
[1] How was it?
[2] But of course, my sweet.
[3] Did you know that you are beautiful?
[4] No, I do not.
[5] You speak French beautifully.
[6] Do you like what I do for you?
[7] Tell me.
[8] Touch yourself.
[9] Please? For me?
[10] Is this the way you need me?
[11] Please stop playing around!
[12] Fuck me!
[13] It feels so good!
[14] I’m coming!
[15] That’s my girl
[16] Sleep, my love. I still have to reward you for today’s lesson.
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