Julien remained nestled deep inside Amelie's dripping, well-used sex, his hips pressed tight against her ass as he caught his breath in the aftermath of his intense orgasm. He could feel the slick, warm fluid of their combined releases beginning to seep out around his shaft, a lewd reminder of his intense climax inside her.
Julien's hands slid up Amelie's sweat-slicked sides, his fingers splaying across her ribcage as he gripped her waist. With a grunt of effort, he lifted her up, his strong arms easily supporting her as he brought her back against his chest. Amelie's sundress rode up around her hips, the thin, damp fabric pressing against Julien's sweat-slicked skin. She could feel the hard, muscular planes of his chest and abdomen through the thin material of her dress, could feel the rapid rise and fall of his chest as he caught his breath.
Amelie let out a low, breathy moan as Julien lifted her, her head falling forward as her upper body was pulled taut. She could feel the lingering pulses of pleasure radiating out from where they were still intimately joined, the sensation of Julien's release painting her insides sending aftershocks of bliss through her nerves. Her fingers gripped the edge of the counter, her knuckles turning white as she struggled to maintain her balance in the face of such intense sensation.
Julien tilted her chin up with his fingers, his thumb brushing across her plump bottom lip as he gazed down at her with a look of deep, sated satisfaction. Amelie's eyes fluttered open, her gaze hazy and unfocused as she stared up at him. Julien leaned down, his lips brushing against hers in a slow, sensual kiss that sent a shiver of renewed desire through Amelie's body.
Julien's tongue teased along the seam of Amelie's lips, coaxing her to open for him. Amelie parted her lips with a soft sigh, her tongue sliding out to tangle with Julien's in a slow, sensual dance. Julien's hands slid up to cup her breasts, his fingers sinking into the soft, pliant flesh as he kneaded and squeezed the rounded globes. Amelie arched into his touch, a breathy moan escaping her as Julien's thumbs brushed over the stiff peaks of her nipples, sending jolts of pleasure radiating out from the sensitive buds. Julien deepened the kiss, his tongue delving into the warm, wet cavern of Amelie's mouth to stroke along the smooth, velvety surface of her tongue. He could taste the lingering flavor of their passion on her breath, the heady combination of desire and satisfaction that set his blood on fire once more. His hips began to move, his cock stirring inside her as he started to grow hard again, already eager for another round of their intense, unbridled lovemaking.
Amelie broke the kiss with a soft gasp, her hands coming up to cover Julien's as he continued to grope and tease her sensitive breasts. She could feel the renewed hardness of his cock growing inside her, stretching her already tender walls. Her eyes widened in surprise and a hint of trepidation as she gazed up at him. "Julien, why is your.... your dick getting bigger again?" she asked breathlessly, a note of disbelief coloring her voice. "Je ne peux pas croire que tu es prêt à recommencer si tôt."
Julien just smirked down at her, a wicked, anticipatory glint in his dark eyes as he gazed at her with a look of pure, unchecked lust. Before Amelie could say anything else, he had gripped her hips tight and thrust up into her with a sudden, brutal motion.
"Ahhhh!" Amelie screamed, a sharp, high-pitched sound of pained pleasure escaping her lips, her back arching as the sudden, brutal thrust sent a shockwave of sensation rippling through her body.
Julien set a hard, fast pace, pounding into Amelie with a force that had her seeing stars. The obscene sound of skin slapping against skin filled the kitchen as Julien took her, the counter creaking and shaking with the force of his thrusts. Amelie could only cling to the counter, her nails scratching into the marble as she tried to anchor herself against the onslaught of sensation.
"Julien, attends!" Amelie gasped out, her voice strained and tight with a mix of pleasure and discomfort. "Je ne peux plus... c'est trop!" She was panting hard, her chest heaving as she struggled to catch her breath, her body already so sensitive and overstimulated from their earlier lovemaking. "S'il te plaît, arrête!"
Julien ignored Amelie's pleas, his hips continuing their relentless assault on her sensitive flesh. He gripped her hips tighter, fingers digging into the soft skin hard enough to leave vivid bruises as he slammed into her again and again, grunting with the effort of his powerful thrusts.
"Julien, non!" Amelie cried out, her voice breaking on a sob as she felt herself being bent forward over the counter, her sundress shoved up around her waist. She braced her hands against the cool marble, fingers splaying wide as she tried to anchor herself against the force of Julien's thrusts. Her breasts pressed against the hard surface, the stiff peaks of her nipples aching from the contact.
Julien's hands slid around to Amelie's ass, gripping the rounded cheeks hard as he spread them apart. He could feel the slick, warm fluid of their earlier coupling dripping down her thighs, and the sight of her glistening, puffy lips clinging to his shaft as he pulled nearly all the way out before slamming back in spurred on his lust. He could feel her walls fluttering around him, still sensitive and overstimulated from before, and the sensation only inflamed his desire.
Julien leaned over Amelie, pressing his sweat-slicked chest against her back as he nuzzled into the side of her neck. Amelie could feel his hot breath on her skin, could feel the scrape of his teeth and the press of his lips as he began to suck and bite at the tender flesh there. She whimpered, a sound of pained pleasure escaping her as she felt Julien's hand slide around to her front, his fingers finding her swollen, aching clit.
"Julien, je t'en supplie," Amelie begged, her voice a broken, desperate rasp as she felt Julien's fingers rubbing tight circles around the sensitive nub. "C'est... c'est trop sensible!"
Julien paid no heed to Amelie's desperate pleas, his hips continuing their relentless, punishing rhythm as he took her from behind. He could feel her body trembling and quaking beneath him, could hear the broken, agonized sounds spilling from her lips, but he was too far gone in his own lust to stop.
"Putain de merde," Amelie thought to herself, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of the overwhelming sensations coursing through her body. "Doesn't he ever get tired? We fucked in the bed this morning, then again in the bath, and now he's at it again in the kitchen. Combien de temps compte-t-il me baiser comme ça?" She gritted her teeth, trying to hold back the stream of curses that threatened to spill from her lips as Julien's hips slammed against her ass, the lewd sound of skin slapping against skin echoing obscenely in the room.
Julien's fingers rubbed mercilessly at Amelie's clit, the sensitive bundle of nerves throbbing and pulsing under his relentless touch. Amelie could feel the pleasure building inside her, the coil of tension in her belly winding tighter and tighter as Julien stoked the flames of her arousal. She didn't know how much more she could take, didn't know how many more times he would demand her body before he was finally satisfied.
Julien could feel Amelie's walls starting to flutter and clench around his shaft, her silken heat growing even tighter and wetter as he approached his own release once more. He could feel the telltale tingling in his loins, the heavy throb of his cock as it swelled and pulsed inside her. With a final, brutal thrust, he buried himself to the hilt, his teeth sinking into the side of Amelie's neck as he let out a guttural, animalistic roar of completion.
Amelie let out a scream, a sound of agonized ecstasy tearing from her throat as Julien's brutal thrusts and relentless fingers pushed her over the edge. Her body convulsed, back arching sharply as a shattering orgasm ripped through her, pleasure bordering on pain as her walls clamped down viciously around Julien's pistoning length. "AHH! JULIEN!" she screamed, seeing stars explode behind her eyelids, her voice raw and ragged, tears of overwhelm streaming down her face.
Before the aftershocks of her climax had even begun to subside, Julien had flipped Amelie over onto her back on the kitchen counter. She could only moan weakly, her landed with a soft thud, breasts heaving and chest flushed as she struggled to catch her breath. Julien loomed over her, a look of deep male satisfaction etched onto his handsome features as he gazed down at her with lust-darkened eyes.
Julien leaned down, his lips brushing against Amelie's in a kiss that she was too spent to return. Amelie could only turn her head to the side, her breath coming in harsh, ragged pants as she struggled to regain some semblance of control over her body. With the last of her rapidly dwindling strength, she pushed against Julien's chest, her palm flattening against the hard, muscular expanse.
"Putain, Julien," Amelie gasped out, her voice a hoarse whisper. "Sors cette chose inhumaine de moi. Je ne peux plus... je ne peux vraiment plus..." She shuddered, her thighs falling open as she tried to push herself away from him, her body aching and sore from their relentless coupling.
Julien just chuckled, a low, dark sound of amusement as he gazed down at Amelie's ravaged, overstimulated body. He made no move to pull out immediately, instead taking a moment to admire the way her breasts heaved with each ragged breath, the way her skin glistened with sweat and the evidence of their passion. Finally, with a slow, deliberate motion, he withdrew his still-hard cock from Amelie's dripping, well-used sex. A gush of their combined releases spilled out as he pulled out, the lewd sight of it dripping down Amelie's thighs only serving to fuel Julien's insatiable lust. He tucked himself back into his pants, not bothering to clean up, before leaning down and scooping Amelie up into his strong arms. "Come on," he said, his voice a low, commanding rumble. "Let's go to bed. I'm not done with you yet." With that, he carried Amelie out of the kitchen, leaving a trail of their passion on the tile floor as he took her back to the bedroom for another round.