Pink Champagne and Apple Juice

Excerpt:
It was true. She hadn’t felt hungry before, but now she was ready for something. And not just food. Maybe. So she watched as Philippe peered through the glass of the kitchen door. The sound of shouting and the muffled thump-thump of scrapping bodies told her that, for the moment, everyone out there was busy. No-one would come into the kitchen.

‘We can leave, if you like, Angie. Through the back door,’ he said, standing in front of her as if he was about to take a bow. ‘They are in the battle.’

‘We can’t just run away.’

‘Why not?’

‘Because it wouldn’t be right. I started it.’

Philippe stared at her for a moment and then shrugged. ‘As you wish. You said you were hungry. Let us see what we can find, eh?’

He reached for her hand and together they peered into the fridge. She didn’t know what they were supposed to be looking for, not really, but she was hungry enough not to care. Philippe seemed to know what he was doing, because he suddenly gave a triumphant cry and grabbed a large Tupperware bowl.

‘This is it,’ he said, eyes gleaming into hers. ‘You will not be hungry for much longer.’

Angie nodded, feeling the room sway once in front of her eyes before settling down again.

‘What is it?’ she said.

‘Soupe aux champignons. Mushroom soup.’

‘Sounds wonderful. Do you think Heinrich will mind?’

Without another word, holding her only with his eyes, Philippe poured some of the creamy silver liquid, jewelled with mushroom slices, into a bowl and opened the microwave. Soon it was steaming in front of them and Angie was gulping hers down greedily.

‘Mmm,’ she slurred.

‘You English girls, you love your food, yes?’

‘Yes. And at least this isn’t going to make me fat, is it?’

He leaned over and lifted her chin so she was staring right up into his wonderful brown eyes.

‘You are very funny,’ he said. ‘I love to see a girl who knows how to laugh at herself.’

Angie blushed, more from her reaction to his nearness than because of what he had said. His touch had sent a pulsating sensation right between her legs and she almost gasped out loud.

‘Does - does Heinrich always do mushrooms?’ she stammered, trying to recover her poise. Trying and failing.

‘Yes,’ he said, letting go of her face, a move which made her want to weep. ‘It is his speciality. Always - always - there are mushrooms in the kitchen of The Den.’

‘Even in the puddings?’

He shook his head and then, as she continued to gaze at him, her mouth open, he took the spoon from her hands, placing it on the table.
‘I-I haven’t finished,’ she said, though she had no idea if she had or not.

‘Please, I hope you have,’ he whispered.

Then he kissed her. Not a gentle peck or a teasing touch, but a full-on, party-perfect snog, his soft tongue opening her lips wide and exploring every part of her mouth, demanding more. She grabbed him to stop herself from falling and he ran his hands down her hair, over her neck and then inside her shirt. As his fingers passed lightly over her nipples, she groaned.

Philippe stopped kissing her and when she tried to pull his face back to hers, he whispered, ‘Can I …?’

‘Yes. Please.’ She knew it was ridiculous in the middle of what was going on but the chairs blocking the door seemed secure, so she took a step back, a move which brought her sharply against the edge of the draining board. Then with one tug, she pulled her shirt over her head and slipped off her shoes. They might not have much time. Philippe’s eyes widened and he pressed his fingers to her stomach, moving upwards until he grasped the rim of her bra and pushed it over her breasts. Then he undid her skirt so it fell crumpled to the floor, and pulled down her knickers to her ankles.

She was all but naked now and he was still fully dressed. But Angie had no time to think about this because he was licking and pulling at her breasts with his mouth, at the same time one finger pressing her between her thighs, feeling the softness there.

‘Please,’ she whispered again. At once he removed his hand and lifted her up onto the draining board and unzipped himself so his penis, shiny and long, sprang out. After he’d pulled a condom from his trouser pocket and slipped it on himself, Angie opened her legs and tried to pull him inside her, leaning backwards so her breasts nudged against his face and he bent his head to lick and kiss them again.
Still he wouldn’t enter her. God, he had to, he just had to. He couldn’t leave her like this. It was ages since she’d last had sex and even then it had only been with a second year Physics student with very little technique. So it didn’t really count.

‘Please, Philippe,’ she said.

‘What is it you want?’ he whispered, still pulling back from her but his voice was low and urgent. She could see the sweat on his forehead and the gleam in his eyes.

‘You. You.’

‘Where do you want me? Tell me, tell me, Angie.’

‘Inside me. Please.’

Then without warning he was there, pushing himself as far inside her as he could go so she felt she was all but lifted away from the sink, floating on air. The sudden thrust of it was almost painful, in spite of her readiness, and she groaned and laughed at the same time. She felt wild and -- and -- free. As if she could do anything now, be anyone. Nothing else mattered. Nothing at all.

And without her realising she was ready for it yet, she was already coming. The rich salt waves of her orgasm poured through her flesh, tingling every sense and leaving her sobbing with joy. Opening her eyes, she saw Philippe’s face twist as he gave one last mighty push into her body. Then she felt him relax, a crazy kind of grin easing his intensity and making her want to protect him for ever and ever.

She clung to him, wrapping her legs and arms round his still-clothed body as if she’d never let him go.

‘I love you, I love you, Philippe,’ she said over and over again, whilst he chuckled and nibbled her ear and rocked her gently as if she were a tired child, whispering soothing words into her hair.

It was at this moment that Heinrich barged his way in, scattering chairs to one side. It was at this moment that the real shouting began.