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swann-song · 19 days

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daydreaming - part five

summary: pierre is tired but he does not notice it when he's with you

warning: nsfw, 18+ please

pierre wiggled on his boots and crosses the gravel from the shed to the farm. some of his cows were mooing loud, he was not in the mood this morning. then he hears someone say your name, full government name. he turned to see pascale with a hand on her hip. "yes and…" pierre was tired, he only had two hours sleep, he ignored her and went to the herd. he heard pascale shuffling after him, "aren’t you going to introduce her to the family". pierre scoffed, "so you can all scare her off with all those questions and comments, farmers wives do this and that"

there was a little hay in their water and pierre removed it, his cows have become real snobs. "they can’t stand it anymore, you don’t eat dinner, come home late and you won’t even introduce her" so pascale had been sent by his parents. "you already know her" pierre cannot concentrate, he went back to his office and knew he had paperwork to do. "it’s not the same pierre, you have to do these things properly"

that grated pierre. when will he ever have the time to do things properly. you’d been his girlfriend four months and two weeks now, yes he kept count. date nights were now rare, the most he talks to you is on the phone while he watched his cows and your are on break at the library. in the evenings he rushes over to your apartment and has the speeding tickets to prove it. he spends every night with you and it never feels like enough, you’ve never had a lazy morning together, day trips or even a full weekend to yourselves. pierre knew he wasn’t doing the it right.

you told pierre you didn’t mind, that you understand. you reassured him yes, but pierre can’t help but think of the future. he has this anxiety that you’ll begin to resent him for it, that all the time lost will add up and and you step back, you’ll see that pierre isn’t worth all the days you wait for him. every night, he steps into your apartment, you jump up at him eager and grip onto him till he leaves. he wants to see you in the daylight, to not rush or feel like he’s on borrowed time. he knows you like to travel, you do so with your friends every other week. it’s just another lifestyle difference he knows he can’t bridge the gap to. he knows you are making memories without him. to think that you feel the same dull ache he feels as he wastes the day waiting to come to you makes pierre doubt himself.

the hot shower is quick, pierre winces as the water runs through cuts in his body he hadn’t noticed. he’s tired and still hungry. he rummages through his clothes and throws on a shirt he knows you react very well to. if he can’t have the days, he’s determined to make the nights counts. like a mantra to himself, he isn’t going to self sabotage and let his over thinking ruin the best thing in his life.

you watched pierres car pull up from your window. he’s a little earlier than usual. you check yourself in the mirror again, a little sundress. pierre walked through the door with a bootle of wine in his hand, his arms open and you walk into them. you wrap your arms around his waist and look up at him. you take in his smell and rest your head in his chest. pierre says hello into your lips and squeezes you before going to the table, setting the bottle down.

he looks you up and down as he takes off his jacket, "that’s a very pretty dress" you thank him and give a little twirl. "very thin though, are you sure your not cold" he’s smirking down at you now. his fingers left feathery touches on the top of your thigh and he is playing with the hem of your dress, lifting it a little. he notices you’ve "forgotten" your panties, he looks up at you and cocks his head to the side. "i've ordered chinese so i hope your hungry" you start setting the table, liking the way pierre takes your teasing.

dinner is delicious, your friend had recommended this new place and pierre was loving it even more than you. pierre mocks you for eating slow and you told him it’s unnatural to inhale your food the way he does. you rambled on about your day, you had had an old man try to donate a box of his old playboys, he was trying to be environmentally conscious, he claimed. your feet tapped at pierres, you liked watching him relax and smile at your jokes. you were making good use of the wine but pierre only took sips of his cup, saying he needs to work early tomorrow. it’s never ending, you should’ve known that since he is a farmer but you hadn’t realised how relentless and nonstop it really was especially since he works alone. he works so hard and you admire him, every part of being a farmer impressing you. your feet slid up his thigh and pierre took the opportunity to grab it and tickle you. you try to squirm your feet out of his hands while you howl with laughter. he was laughing and proud of himself for turning the tables on you.

you watched him clean the dinner plates, his eyes sleepy and blinking slow. "why don’t you just sleep here tonight" he dries a dish and turns to you. "just sleep? is that what all your teasing was for" he notices your serious tone and stops. "only.. you look really tired that’s all, don’t you want to rest tonight, i wouldn’t mind" you take his hand and drag him to the bedroom. pierre’s lips kiss your neck and jaw as you get comfortable under him. you pull his head back with a gentle tug of his hair, his blue eyes meet yours and you take in his intense gaze, his lips parted. "that’s not how you get a good nights sleep" you pull his head into the nape of your neck and gently stroke his hair, hoping the movement will lull him to sleep. he hums against your neck a little irritated but compliant. he grabs your sides and pulls you tightly against him, you slot into each other comfortably and you close your eyes to sleep.

"i am very tired" pierres voice is low and deep, you thought he’d already fallen asleep. "but no matter how tired i am" pierre’s arms were at either side of your head and he climbed atop you, "i’ve spent all night looking at the way the light shines through that dress and shows your whole body" he kisses your neck gently and his fingers tangle around your neck. "and as nice as you are being, darling, i’d prefer it if we had some fun" you loved it when pierre got like this, your legs opened and you wrapped them around his hips, feeling your dress slide up and pool at your stomach. pierre took a sharp inhale and quickly removed his jeans. you watched his skilled fingers and his chest rise in anticipation. you reached for him, pulling his shirt up, feeling his toned stomach and back, any excuse to run your fingers along him.

pierre pushed you down to the pillow by your neck, he starts kissing you rough and hungry. you feel his hands palm your sensitive inner thigh and he runs his fingers along your folds, you breathe in sharp, he starts to apply pressure on your clit and mumbles in your lips, "your so wet and needy" his tone was sweet but his hands are rough, you feel your climax building as he inserts his fingers into you. his thumb still stroking your clit and you try to escape his lips to breathe. pierre won’t let you, he hold your head still, sloppy and hot kisses on your lips as his fingers work faster. you hold onto his arm when you felt your orgasm begin and suddenly, pierre took his fingers out, he was watching you. he smiled and kissed your jaw. you weren’t happy with the cold, your cunt was hot and pulsing around nothing. you blushed violently and didn’t wanna meet pierres eyes.

pierre pulled your dress above your head and you couldn’t help but pout at him. pierre chuckled "i’m sorry that was mean" he didn’t sound sorry, both his hands held your waist. he felt up your body and grabbed your breasts, they weren’t very significant but they fit perfectly into pierre’s hands. he messaged them in his hands and tugged them a little, you suppress a whine and pierre opened your legs up, on top of you as he bites one of your nipples, he licks up to your neck and you are breathing hard. your hips bulk up to his in desperation, he holds them down and scolds you. "be patient we have all night". the thought of pierre teasing you like this all night was unbearable. you feel his cock against your stomach, thick and pulsing through his boxers. you arch your back upwards and moan into his neck. "please pierre"

pierre stars biting at your ears gently as you desperately pull his boxers down, his cock springs onto your stomach, the tip red and already wet with his precum. you pull at pierre’s hair and he sits up, he opens your legs wide, you watch him, holding your breath. he strokes himself gently as he watches your pussy, he makes eye contact with you and you suddenly feel shy. his toned arms, thick thighs and abs having an obvious affect on you and he knows it. he uses his thumb to stroke your clit, you tense at the contact, he runs it down your pussy and collects some of the juices on his hand, using it to stoke himself again. you tilt your head back and suppress a moan, pierre teases you too much. he smiles up at you and lifts your head back up to him, his hand in your hair. he moves closer and you feel his cock rub against your folds. "your so wet and warm, i know your going to feel good" his voice is deep, barely above a whisper. he taps his cock at your entrance and starts rubbing against it. it makes your eyes roll, his thick cock pushing your clit. the sound of your pussy fills the room and you cover your face. you feel your orgasm building again but you don’t trust pierre, you try to stop your hips from rocking into him but you move on impulse.

you were right, pierre watches your face and stops, breathing heavily above you. pierre presses his cock into you, gently at first, your eyes roll to the back of your head and you grip the sheets around you. when he’s filling you, you begin to wiggle under him, completely overwhelmed. pierre kisses your shoulders and arms to relax you while he catches his breath. "your too fucking tight.. but your doing so well, just be good okay" you nod at him but your vision is blurry. pierre feels so good inside you, he moves in and out of you slowly and when he can feel you relax, he picks up his pace, your nails dig into his shoulder. you feel your eyes fill with tears and pierre kisses them and your cheeks while still fucking you hard. your climax builds again as he plays with your cunt, pierres breathing and moans fill the room with yours. his voice and his warm body on top of you, his cock drilling into you. pierre watches you as you stare at his cock pumping into you, you start to moan his name urgently. your body jerks up to his, your core releases and you orgasm around pierre's cock. your head feels dizzy and your walls tighten around him, he fucks you through it and watches you in awe.

pierre starts kissing you again and he curses into your lips, you feel him cum inside you. he rocks inside you some more and sits up, he spreads your legs wide and watched as his cum drips down your pussy. you blush and cover your face with a pillow. you feel pierres fingers tease your heat, you throw your pillow at him and he dodged it with a laugh. you were sensitive and sore, you wiggled out of his grip and that’s when you saw what he was doing. pierre climbed up and kissed you, his lips red and raw. he then slid his fingers into your mouth. you tasted his cum and sucked on his fingers, he is looking into your eyes transfixed. you licked his fingers gently and he pulled them out, resting them on your lips. he said your name and you hummed. "i'm in love with you" pierres confession was sweet and gentle.

you were lightheaded, your body was exhausted. you couldn’t believe him. the way he spoke so softly after fucking you like that. you had never imagined the shy and gentle farmer pierre chavanges would be so deceptive. your fingers tapped his face and you looked at him bright blue eyes, now sparkling after sex. you bury your hands in his soft hair, moving back and forth. your mind goes blank, just enjoying the feel of him so close. he kisses your temple and laughs, "this is the part where you say something too.. or not" you realised you hadn’t even answered him. you giggle, he shakes his head in bewilderment. "it’s funny is it, do you think i'm funny" he’s smiling down at you and you really enjoy the view. "no no that’s not it" you take his face in your hands and he pecks a kiss on one before looking back at you in anticipation. his eyes were wide and cute. " i think i love you too". pierres face breaks into a grin, his relief palpable and he starts attacking you with kisses.

your heart feels full but you are beyond exhausted thanks to pierre, your eyelids are heavy and you fall asleep in pierres arms while he’s still wide awake from the adrenaline rush you gave him.

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