The High School Bad Boy
Chapter 47. Your Body Is A Wonderland.

THE LA COMPAGNE DU VANNIER

Je t’aimais. J’aimais ton visit de source ravine par l’orage et le chiffre de ton domaine enserrant mon baiser. Certains se confient to une imagination toute round. Aller me suffit. J’ai report du desespoir un panier si petit, mon amour, qu’on a pu le tresser en osier.

LOVE ACCORDING TO A CART POET

Ilove you. I love your face, the spring that keeps the storm a secret, the epitome of your power over all my kisses.Some people believe in impeccable imagination.For me, I just want to always be on your way. out of desperation I carried a basket so small, my love, they weaved it from the grass.

Rene Char (Power).

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Paris

Wulan had never explored it all this time to the corners. Pierre, never once invited him to enjoy a city that he said had a reputation as the most romantic city on Earth.

While Max, he positioned himself as the sweetest tour guide ever. Take him that day to explore places he had never thought of. Of course by giving him the bonus of soft kisses and small hugs.

Starting off by riding the Dodo Manege, a swivel comedy near the unique Natural History Museum with horses replaced with the theme of rare animals that have been or are almost extinct. Continue to visit the underground cemetery behind the beautiful Paris known as Catabombs De Paris, then play around to the beautiful vineyards in Montmare until the afternoon.

"I was staying at your apartment, yes, Miss," Max said in the taxi that took them home. Wulan just smiled in response. For some reason, the whole day with the boy made him want to spend the night with him too. Either just chatting over wine, or, yes, whatever happens.

As soon as the taxi dropped them off in front of his apartment building, Wulan stepped ahead of Max who followed him from behind. Both of them were silent with smiles on their lips.

Drowning in the same intention. Want to touch each other.

Ce matin au reveil

Quand j'me suis

Quelle fut pas ma surprise

C'est sur toi que je suis

Moi qui voulais fitting sort

Y a des jours comme

Moi qui voulais juste dormir

Et maintenance, t'es la

Chut! Ne dis rien's

Reste encore mystrieux

Chut! Ne bouge pas

Je suis si bien dans test yeux

Quelle heure et quel jour

J'oublie toujours

Est-ce l'hiver? Est-ce l'et

Je m'en rappelle

Comment on s'est r'trouve

Laisse - moi deviner

Pour une fois qu'j't'attendais fitting

Et maintenance, ica y est

Je suis une femme dangereuse

Vraiment infrequentable

Je suis une femme amoureuse

Vraiment incentive

The chut Ne dis rien

Reste encore and mon lit

Chut Ne bouge fitting

Tu t'appelles cheri et

Dans test bras and suis bien

Oui Ne dis rien's

Laisse-moi me diveiller

Chut Ne bouge fitting

Laisse - moi encore rever

Chut

This morning when I woke up

When I turn around

I was stunned, I had fallen for you

There are days where I just want to fall asleep next to you

And now you're here

Shut up, don't say anything

Let everything remain a mystery

Shut up, don't move

I feel comfortable in the look of your eyes

What time and what day it is

I don't remember it

Is it winter

Is this summer

I never remembered it

How did you and I find each other there, let me guess, this time I wasn't expecting you

But now, I'm resigned.

I'm a dangerous woman

I'm rare

I am a woman who is falling

love, I can't control myself

Don't say anything

Stay in my bed

Don't move, call me darling. In your arms I'm fine

Don't say anything

Let me get up

Hush don't move

Let me dream again

Quiet ....

(Chut - Adrienne Pauly).

Max smiled at her smile. "Will you dance with me, Miss?" he said as he bowed his body and extended his hand to Wulan.

Wulan nodded. Welcomed Max's hand and wrapped his arm around the young man's neck. The two cheeks that meet red collide, along with the subtle movements of their bodies follow the strains of the song.

Max stroked Wulan's back gently and then his hand went down to his Master Mother's waist. He increasingly close his body to Wulan while occasionally dipping his neck slowly.

Different ....

It was different with Pierre.

Uh. Stupid Wulan. It must be different. What does it compare them to. He also did not want to be compared to other women, such as Eloise or Amelie.

But ....

Why does it feel like low-voltage electricity is flowing in his skin. Slowly creeping through his touch.

This child ....

No, obviously he's not a kid. Not a boy with a touch of doubt. This figure, an adult man trapped in the body of a 16-year-old boy. He knows what he's doing. He knows where to please me. He knows where to touch. It was as if he had recognized every inch of my body.

The thing is, this Maximilian Guillaume, is too brash. But Wulan could not refuse.

"Miss ...." Max whispered at Wulan's neck. With just a breath of his own, Wulan sighed. Max turned Wulan's body slowly then hugged her from behind. Both are still following the song.

His hand stroked along Wulan's arm.

"I'm on my birthday when I come here to finish the Sorbonne exhibition" Max whispered in his ear.

Wulan fell silent. Then he turned to the side, leaning his head against the young man's chest.

"really?" wulan sighed as Max's lips crept back down his neck. "Je suis desole (i'm sorry), Max," he said guiltily.

"C'est pas grave (it's okay), you don't know," murmured Max. But there was a hint of annoyance in his words.

Wulan turned her back, then wrapped her arms around Max's neck. Staring at that pair of blue eyes with regret. "Bon anniversaire (happy birthday) .. Really, I'm sorry, Max ...." Wulan stopped her sentence.

"What condition ...."

Jealous.

But Wulan stopped saying that word. He felt ashamed.

Wulan turned her face to hide the red spray of her cheeks.

"You really feel guilty, Miss?" Max now has his face on.

"Yeah ...."

"Can I ask for a gift?" Her slanted smile rose.

"Can. What do you want a present for? If I'm able I'll give it ...."

Max was silent for a moment. "I want you to be ..." whispered.

Makes Wulan feel the fine hairs on her nape bristling.

"I want this ...." He lowered Wulan's arm from her neck, then stroked her. "Also this ...." Max's touch switches to Wulan's slender hips. "And this ...." He rested his body with two knees. Then stroked Wulan's thigh while sticking his head on the stomach of his Master Mother. Making Wulan sigh slowly.

"Dan ... It's ...." He stood back up, then grabbed the defiantly sized chest lump before him and stroked it slowly.

"Max!!" exclaiming Wulan, half moaning while pushing Max's body slowly, and inching away.

Max's sad face, looking at him with a longing look. A faint smile rose at the corner of his lips. He walked over to Wulan. Then push him against the wall.

"I love you, Wulandari Laksana," he said in Indonesian with a cute and adorable accent. I don't know where he learned it. Just a simple sentence, but the meaning extends. And Wulan was increasingly hypnotized by the owner of that pair of blue eyes.

"Dis moi que tu ressens la me chose (tell me you feel the same way)?" hissing Max.

"I ...." Wulan. Max's back stroked his cheek. Down to his neck, and stopped at his chest.

Without warning, Max beared Wulan's lips. He took the warmth of the woman. The woman he loved. Adult male kiss, no doubt and no strings attached. As if long thirsty, Wulan was his oasis in the middle of the desert. Max took everything greedily. They were both gasping as Max removed his lips.

"Miss .. If you don't want me, say it now. I'm going to back off and not bother you anymore" Max said.

Wulan was only able to shake her head while adjusting her breathing.

"Miss ... dis moi (tell me)," Max once again.

"Je t'aime (i love you), Max ... je t'aime beaucoup (i love you so much)." Wulan surrender. "Putain (shit) .. I'm really unlucky to have met you ...."

Max chuckles. "Your misfortune is my luck."

Max carried her like a newlywed and carried her into the room. Pushing the door with his back, then stepped towards the bed, and laid Wulan down quietly on it.

He took his shirt up. Max's body began to show the typical muscles of an adult man.

"I don't know how to treat a woman in bed, I hope I don't hurt you."

Max kissed her again. He passed the Wulan sweater over the woman's head. His movements were full of gentleness, he treated Wulan with care, like lifting a thin piece of ice in the summer.

Wulan's clothes had escaped completely. He lay on the bed without a thread covering his body. His face looked at Max anxiously, embarrassed and blushed.

Max took a breath. "T'es tre's belle, Wulan," hiss Max. "Je t’aime ...." And Max kissed her again, over and over again. On his lips, on his neck, on his shoulders, on his chest and his stomach. Honey-colored, exotic, and sweet skin. "Mon Bebe (my dear)," whispered Max.

Then he lifted his body and spread out both Wulan's thighs. His breath is hunting.

"Oh, oui, Max ...." Wulan endured the pain that plagued her. But he missed this pain. "Max ... doucement, s'il te plait (please slow down)," said Wulan.

Max did not answer. Just moving on instinct. Constantly moving into Wulan's tensed body. He hears nothing, sees nothing, talks nothing. There was only Wulan in his eyes. The feeling of having it.

This is the feeling of love.

People are drunk in love, it used to be ridiculous for him. Now he understands why love is so intoxicating, so blinding.

This is the taste of women.

People are possessive, glamorize women, silly things to him. Now he understands why women become opium, so beautiful everything.

"Max ..." Wulan sighed many times. "Je suis au paradie (i was in heaven)," he said.

" Mon amour, mon ange (my love, my angel) ..." siss Max. "German ...."

The movements grew faster, until a few seconds later they almost simultaneously reached release.

Max falls on Wulan's side. He immediately held the woman in his arms. Smells his whole face. And stopped on his forehead for a while.

Both panting, equally tired. And yet, so happy.

Max chuckled softly. "C'etait tellement beau (it was so beautiful)."

Wulan lay facing Max, stroking her chest gently. "That's the first time you did it?"

"Oui ...." Max's face was red.

"C'est pas mal (lumayan)," godanya.

Max squinted his eyes. Lips whining. "D'accord (well), next time I'll do it better" he said.

"I'm kidding" he said, leaning his head against Max's neck. And then kissed it many times.

Ah, world .. Tonight I just want to be with this kid, I think about how to face you tomorrow.

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This part is the result of my collaboration with Author Septira Wihartanti (Angspoer), merci, merci, you are so damn cool, Mam🤗🤗.

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