Andy pushed her gently back onto the bed and started to pull down her knickers.

‘Très, très jolie,’ he murmured again as he knelt on the floor, kissing all the way up her legs, from her ankles to her knees, to her inner thighs. He teased her for a few seconds, kissing his way from one hipbone to the next, deliberately avoiding what lay between, before Bella moaned, and pulled away from him.

‘This isn’t fair,’ she said. ‘Ce n’est pas – what’s fair in French? Oh, fuck the French!’

And she leant over to him, undoing the belt on his jeans, kissing his torso, every bit of him she could reach, all the while. As soon as she’d pulled the jeans past his hips, his erect cock sprang free.

Bella, still sitting on the bed, took it in her mouth and sucked and stroked and sucked, stroking and sucking and wanting to give as much pleasure as she possibly could to the man she loved more than life itself. Andy, his jeans halfway down his legs, was groaning and pulling at her hair.

Then he stopped her again.

‘Please, take off your dress.’ He laughed, slightly. ‘I’m afraid at this stage of the game, I can’t remember how to say that in French …’

‘Something to do with deshabiller?’ Bella suggested, looking up at him with flushed cheeks and glittering eyes. ‘But yes, mais oui, bien sûr, monsieur …’

As she pulled the pink A-line shift over her head, Andy just stood there looking at her.

‘Très, très jolie.’

Oh, God, what was it about compliments – especially in French – that was such an enormous turn-on?

‘You’re not too bad yourself, mister,’ she said, trying to sound like Barbara Windsor, and attempting a saucy, Carry On giggle as she leant back on the four-poster bed. Andy, laughing, kicked his jeans off and leapt onto the bed beside her, kissing her as he unfastened her bra.

‘Oh, très, très jolie,’ he said again, as he gazed at her full naked breasts, her long dark hair spread out against the blue-and-white eiderdown, her thickly lashed big brown eyes full of love and lust as she looked up at him. He took her left breast in both his hands and gave it his full attention, sucking and sucking until she was clawing at his back in exquisite rapture.

‘The other one’s feeling a bit left out,’ she managed to gasp, after a bit.

‘Easily remedied,’ muttered Andy as he made his way to it.

Bella’s hands were running over Andy’s warm body, down his broad back towards his lovely muscular male buttocks.

‘Oh, je t’aime,’ she managed to gasp, as she found his cock and manoeuvred it into her slippery cunt. ‘Je t’aime, André, je t’aime.’

‘Et je t’aime aussi, ma Belle.’ Andy smoothed her hair back from her face and kissed her as his cock started thrusting inside her. Bella wrapped her legs around his back, drawing him in, deeper and deeper, gasping with sheer joy at the length, the breadth of him, filling her up.