Léa stepped out of the shower, her hair glistening like silver as the water ran down her long, black locks, which reached down to her firm, young buttocks. Her slender body shone as the water ran down, dripping onto the tiled floor. She turned back to Niall and asked, “You coming with me then?”

Niall, his legs still weak after his rapturous orgasm, his cock softening, looked over at Léa. He smiled and said, “Of course, I wouldn’t miss the next part of the games.” He reached over to the taps and flicked the water off.

Léa picked up a towel from the rail and chucked it over. “You should dry yourself first; I don’t want my bed to become a swimming pool.”

Léa grabbed another towel and, while facing Niall, started to dry her hair. Niall could see the silver drops of water running down her breasts to her hardened nipples before they dropped silently to the floor.

Léa grabbed a long, white dressing gown and put it on, then padded out the bathroom in the direction of the bedroom.

“Allez, tu te dépêches ou quoi?” she called back.

Niall, eager for phase two, dried himself as quickly as he could. He chucked the towel over the rail and followed her. “Keep it cool; don't rush,” he said to himself.

As he entered the bedroom, he saw Léa lying naked on top of the quilt, legs slightly ajar, showing her warm and inviting honeypot, the dressing gown discarded on the floor.

Niall approached the bed and moved slowly towards Léa. His cock was still soft, but as he drank in her beauty, it slowly started to come back to life. He moved towards her feet.

“My turn now,” he whispered.

He touched her feet slowly, gently dragging his fingers over her soles. Léa giggled, “I’m ticklish.” Niall smiled but didn’t say a word. With infinite patience, he started to move up her legs, working with both of his hands while planting soft and delicate kisses. Léa trembled. Was it because she was cold or because of the anticipation?

Niall’s head moved up her thighs, still gently kissing each leg. As he came closer to her pussy, he made sure he didn’t touch it with any part of his body. Instead, he blew cold air gently onto her pussy lips. Léa groaned with frustration, and Niall’s grin got bigger, enjoying the teasing and torture effect he was having on her.

“I’m being cruel,” he said. So, he dragged his tightly clipped beard over her shaven mound as he continued to move up between her body, not paying attention to the wetness that was now evident between her legs. With his lips, he continued to move up and up, kissing her belly, then her belly button, gently inserting his tongue as he went past. As he came up to her breasts, he took time to kiss and lick the underside of each mound. Then gently, he took her left nipple, already rock hard in his mouth, and sucked, then nibbled on it. Slowly, he moved his right hand, dragging it over her body to her right nipple, where he kneaded it softly between his fingers.

Léa, with increasing sexual frustration, grabbed hold of his damp hair and held tight, moaning with all the teasing that Niall was inflicting on her. She made no effort to hurry things up, as Niall moved his mouth over to her right nipple and inflicted the continued teasing.

Niall, by this time, was rock hard. Léa could feel his hard, throbbing cock being dragged up and up over her legs, getting closer and closer to her soaking, wet pussy.

Léa tried to think about or anticipate Niall’s next move, but her body wouldn’t let her brain work. The sensuous feeling of Niall’s lips made her tingle, causing goose bumps on every part of her skin where Niall’s lips or his fingers touched.

Niall released her right nipple from his lips with the faintest of pops as he kissed the valley between her breasts. Then he dragged his tongue further up Léa's neck. Léa, completely exhausted by the slow and gentle patience of Niall as he moved from feet to neck, let go of Niall’s hair, and her hand dropped to her side.

Niall carried on kissing the underside of Léa’s neck, his cock just touching the warm and wet entrance to Léa’s pussy. Léa groaned, “Purleeeze. S’iiil te plait. Just take me, prends-moi,” as if saying the same thing in both English and French would make things move quicker.

Niall, delighting in Léa’s sexual frustration, stopped. He moved his body, so his cock no longer touched her pussy.

“Oh, no. Not yet. I’m not finished,” he said with a mischievous tone.

Niall changed direction and started to move down Léa’s body. Still slow, but with a more direct route down the centre of her supple skin.

Léa, sensing what Niall was up to, moaned, “Noo, non. This isn’t fair.”

Niall smiled again as Léa pushed her head back into the pillow, her neck pushed up as if she were waiting for the kiss of a vampire.

Niall continued to move down and came to her mons pubis. He stopped kissing and started to drag his tongue over her soft, shaven mound. Léa opened her legs wider, somewhat involuntarily, as if anticipating what was going to happen.

Niall’s tongue gently licked her clit and Léa groaned even louder. Niall felt her wetness increase as he rubbed his beard over her labia while sucking on her clit.

Then, very softly, he took her pussy lips in his mouth and sucked and pulled, just exerting enough pressure to make Léa shudder once more.

Léa grabbed hold of Niall’s hair once more as Niall inserted his tongue into her pussy, tasting her juices. This was one of Niall’s favourite things. He loved giving oral to women, and his years of experience had made him a master of the art. He continued to lick Léa out for a few minutes, then he moved up to her clit, once again. His tongue started to lap at her clit, applying pressure and moving faster. Quicker and quicker. Léa started to move from side to side as she felt the pressure of his tongue masturbating her. She held on to his hair, pulling harder, as Niall moved his tongue quicker and harder over her clit.

“Ooooh, mon Dieu, I’mmm cummming,” she cried. Niall sensed the vibrations in her body and didn’t stop. He moved faster and faster, while Léa started to scream out. “Oooh, puuutain, ohhh, please stop. Don’t stop. Please stop,” she cried as the intense vibrations of her orgasm washed through her body, with a sensation that felt like it wasn’t going to stop for ages.

After what seemed like an eternity, the waves of pleasure slowly died down. Exhausted, Léa managed to lift her head and look at Niall. “That was amazing. I’ve never had anyone use their tongue on me so skilfully,” she said.

“Is there anything else you want to show me?” she asked with a cheeky glint in her eye.

“Weeelll, I don’t think we’re finished. Not just yet,” Niall replied.

He lifted his head and started to move up Léa’s body again. Léa opened her legs a little wider in anticipation. As Niall reached Léa’s head, he started to kiss her strawberry-flavoured lips, first softly, then with more vigour, as his tongue probed Léa’s mouth. Léa returned the kiss, tasting her juices on his lips.

Niall’s cock pressed at the entrance of Léa’s pussy, but this time, he let the tip gently push its way into her welcoming hole. Slowly. Tantalisingly slow.

“Oh no, you’re not going to do this to me again!” cried Léa.

Léa shifted her body down to swallow Niall’s cock, her wetness making the entrance smooth, easy, and quick. Léa wrapped her legs around his back and said, “Now you’re mine!”

Niall kissed Léa again as he started to thrust into her soaking wet hole. He pushed harder and faster, causing Léa to gasp. Each thrust made it feel like he was going to split her in two.

Niall and Léa rocked back and forth as he pistoned into her. Léa dragged her fingers down his back as Niall thrust harder and deeper into her.

Then Léa, with a grin, moved to stop Niall. “My turn,” she said.

With a swift flick, she rolled Niall onto his back while keeping his deep, throbbing member inside of her. Léa, pinning Niall down with her hands, started to move up and down his cock.

“It’s my turn to tease you,” she said with a grin.

Slowly, she pulled herself off Niall as much as she could, while keeping the tip of his cock in her pussy. Then she stopped moving.

Niall groaned, “No. Please. No”

Léa slowly lowered herself down again and then raised herself to the same position.

“You want me?” she said, “What will you do for me if I let you cum inside of me?”

Niall was beyond the point of caring and would have sold his mother by this time.

“Anything. Just. Anything,” he gasped.

“Good. Because there’s something I’ll want you to do for me. To me. After you’ve cum,” she said.

Niall, by this stage, already had the idea, based on his earlier experience in the show.

“Oh yes,” he said with a beaming grin, “I think I can guess.”

Léa took his acceptance as the signal to continue. Slowly, she moved down on his cock, then up. Then down, then up. Niall could feel her juices just running from between her legs. Léa started to increase the speed. Faster and faster, harder and harder. Niall wanted to grab her breasts and bite her nipples, but he couldn’t, as Léa still held his hands down. Léa still had complete control of all movement. Niall tried to push his bum up to push himself deeper into Léa’s pussy, but with every down movement from Léa, she forced his bum onto the bed. Even then, he could feel himself deep inside her wet, hot, tight pussy.

Léa carried on, moving faster and harder.

“Cum for me,” she moaned, “cum for me.”

Niall could feel the pressure building up in his body, his balls getting tighter. He started to groan. Léa, sensing that his orgasm was imminent, moved harder on his cock. The pleasure was starting to build up in her body at the same time. She moved harder, trying to create more friction on her clit as she moved up and down on his cock.

Niall started to feel the rising orgasm, and he cried, “I’mmm going to cummm!”

This set a signal off in Léa’s body.

“Meee tooo,” she squealed.

Niall exploded into Léa’s pussy. It felt like it was never going to stop. He felt the electricity of Léa’s body as she came at the same time. Their bodies shuddered under the strength of the mutual orgasm, and Léa collapsed on Niall’s body, both soaked with sweat from the exertion.

For a couple of minutes after, they didn’t move, just savouring the afterglow of their orgasms.

Eventually, Léa piped up, “You did promise.”

Niall replied, “I’ve got a good feeling about what you wanted.”

Léa slowly moved her body upwards, and Niall’s cock slipped out of her fucked pussy as she did so. Léa continued to move up, her juices and Niall’s cum leaving a trail on Niall’s chest.

Eventually, Léa reached his head.

“Clean me up,” she said.

Niall looked at the shaven mound, an inch away from his face. Léa lifted herself up and slightly forward. Niall stuck out his tongue and started to lick Léa’s cum-filled pussy. Lapping it up, he pushed his tongue into her cunt, scooping out the mixture of cum and Léa’s juices that were dripping from between her legs. He greedily licked the combined mixture.

“Save some for me!” Léa cried.

Niall pushed his tongue once more into Léa’s pussy to get as much of the mixture out as he could. Once Léa noticed what he’d done, she slid off his face and back on top of his body, her breasts being squeezed against Niall’s chest.

She grabbed Niall’s face with both hands and, with a sense of urgency, started to kiss Niall, forcing her tongue into his mouth to claim her share of their bodily fluids.

After a few minutes, she stopped; nothing remained. Then she collapsed on top of Niall, her head by the side of his.

“Ohhh, that was merveilleux,” she said.

“You’re not wrong,” panted Niall as he wrapped his arms around Léa in a warm embrace.

“Come. Another shower. We both need it,” Léa said, “but this time, shower, nothing else. I need to prepare the restaurant for opening.”

Léa sat up, sweat running down between her breasts. Niall groaned and sat up too. Léa kissed Niall on the lips, jumped up, and pulled him with her in the direction of the bathroom. Niall couldn’t help but admire her body as she led the way. When she stopped to turn the shower on, he couldn’t help but kiss her on her neck, taking in her smell.

“Enough of that,” she giggled, “I’m ticklish again. I do need to get the place opened, or I won’t have an apartment to come back to.”

Léa walked into the shower, and Niall followed. She passed him a shower scrunchie and squirted a load of shower gel on it.

“You can wash me. Nothing sexual this time. Just enjoy touching me,” she said.

Niall proceeded to wash Léa from her neck down, gently creating a trail over her breasts, belly, and inner thighs. As he reached her pussy, Léa opened her legs a little wider to accommodate his hand.

“This is so nice and relaxing,” she said, "and a little teasing too.”

“I know, it’s making me hot too,” he grinned, as his manhood started to wake itself up.

“My turn!”

She removed his hand from between her legs and took the scrunchie from his hand. After squirting another big dollop of shower gel on it, she started to wash Niall, again starting at his neck and moving down. When she got to his groin, she dropped the scrunchie and grabbed hold of his cock with one hand, his balls with the other. As she started to massage his growing member, she kissed him, forcing her tongue into his mouth.

Then abruptly, she stopped. She removed both hands from his cock and balls.

“One of us needs to be sensible.”

Niall spoke, with a little gasp of breath, “You’re right. I need to get back too.”

Léa got out of the shower and grabbed the towel to dry herself. Niall stayed under the running water, just gazing at her. Eventually, she finished and turned to him. “You can use my towel, sorry, I’ve got no clean ones left.”

Niall flicked off the shower and took the towel from Léa. He climbed out and started to dry himself off as Léa blew him a kiss and walked out of the bathroom. As he dried himself, he took in the smell of the towel, convinced that he could smell Léa’s feminine odour. Niall realised that all his clothes were all over the floor. Grinning, he realised that it wasn’t important where he’d put them at the start of the adventure.

Niall got dressed and went to the living room, where Léa, already dressed in a new outfit for her evening’s work, offered him a hot espresso and sat next to him.

“You don’t feel guilty?” she queried, tilting her head to one side.

“I don’t know,” he replied, “I was too busy enjoying myself and concentrating on you to think of anything else.”

“Freud would have fun with that response,” Léa remarked, “You said ‘anything’ not ‘anyone’.”

She continued, “You need to figure that one out for yourself. But I’ll be around as a friend with benefits, nothing more.”

She kissed him on the lips, the smell of her own espresso permeating Niall’s senses.

“You can come down whenever you want. If you’d like to see more of me, turn left to come through the restaurant, if you’re not sure and want to call it quits, go right, through the kitchen to the alley exit.”

With that, Léa went back down the narrow staircase.

Niall drank his espresso, the flavours tickling his tastebuds with the strong, bitter aroma of the coffee. He sat with the empty cup for a few minutes before standing up and going to the kitchen to give it a rinse before putting it on the drying rack.

He walked back through the living room (grinning at Léa's use of the word ‘salon’) towards the stairs.

Slowly, he descended the narrow stairs to the bottom.

And he turned left.