We lie in comfortable silence for a while longer. His hand runs back and forth over my behind, as if he’s memorizing every inch.
“Are you using the theorem of calculus to measure my ass?”
He laughs out loud and rolls me onto my back, holding my hands above my head. “Your mind is a f*****g turn on,” he breathes before his tongue gently explores my mouth. I just can’t get my fill of this guy. “I could say the same thing. I’ve never had bilingual s*x before.” I smile. Hell, most guys I’ve slept with can’t even speak English to me when we have s*x, let alone drop in and out of three languages.
He smiles as he bites my bottom lip and pulls it toward him. “Moi
non plus. Je peux être accro.”
Translation: Me neither. I may be addicted.
I have always had a love of languages. They were my stre
