Notes:  Blame this on Misty.  We were watching episode 504 for the umpteenth time on ON-DEMAND and we both squealed as we heard those two little words.
 
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Water gently cascading from the shower over our bodies.  I could stay here forever.  Brian spooned behind me.  His cock rubbing along my ass.  Seeking entrance.

But alas, the water is turning cold.

I step out and grab a towel.  We, or should I say, I was discussing the situation between Mel and Linds and then the two of us.  Marriage.  Couple-dom.  

Finishing each other’s sentences.  Apparently from his tone, it’s a pet peeve.  Too couple-y.  Too much for Mr. Stud.

Then I can’t even remember what came before this little pronouncement.

“Mon amour.”

“Mon amour.”  

Did I really parrot it back to him?  Barely a whisper.  Then that little nip on his chin.  

I really am shocked by these two little words.  Maybe they’re not the three that I want to hear coming from his beautiful mouth.  But they’ll do for a starter.

I really don’t even have time to actually consider their meaning before his lips crash into mine.  Tongue searching my mouth for entrance.  His hand gently rubbing my dick, weighing my balls.  

Oh yeah.

We stumble, still somewhat wet, into the bedroom and land on the bed.  Our playground.  Of course, we can really make anywhere or most anything into our private playground.

“Mon amour.”

Murmurings into my ear as he’s gently kissing my neck.  That spot just below my left ear that absolutely turns me into Jello.  

His kisses take a turn to the south and across my chest.  Tonguing my nipples until they’re covered in his saliva and standing away from my chest.  He pays particular attention to the right one where I had the piercing.  Maybe I should have it re-pierced.  I don’t know about that.  The memory of the pain could definitely be a deterrent.

I feel a hand roaming across my stomach, down into my pubes to my cock, gently swirling around the mushroom head.  God, he’s driving me crazy.

Nonsense words still flowing from his lips.

The hand moves to my balls.  Tenderly, lovingly fondling my balls.  

I could cum just from this alone.

A digit slowly searching for my hole, rubbing back and forth across my pucker.

I want to do something to heighten his pleasure but Brian keeps pushing my hands away.

Gibberish.  I feel his lips move as he continues his pursuit of pleasuring my body.

My lover reaches under the pillow for the condom and lube.  His fingers have loosened my hole.  The condom wrapper is torn open and somehow that little sound excites me even more.  The sound Brian makes as his glides the condom down his steel rod.

Then the cap makes its sound as he opens and squirts the slippery lubricant onto his long fingers and finds its way to my loosened hole.

My legs find their way atop Brian’s shoulders and he hesitates a moment at my entrance.  Lust-filled hazel eyes gaze into mine.  But is it really lust or could it be something else.

With one push, he’s inside me.  As he waits for my signal for more, I hear it again.

“Mon amour.”

As we race to our oblivion, I realize that, yes, I did hear what I thought he said.

We come together, quite forcefully, shouting the other’s name.  But after I hear my name, a whispered “mon amour” follows.

Yep.  Sure did.  And I softy repeat it back as we collapse in a tangle of arms and legs.  His face sports a slight smile as he slips into slumber, leaving me wondering what the fuck just happened here. 

“Mon amour.”