She let out a low whistle and Lucien ran his hands through his bangs. The light from her lamp illuminated her room and she could distinctly tell that his tip was already glistening with quite a bit of pre-cum as she had suspected. She smiled to herself. She did that. It turned her on knowing she was able to affect the Professor this much. His erection curved slightly upwards and she pursed her lips, thinking about the damage he could do from within her.
The spots he could hit...
Lucien was looking like a goddamned temptation on two legs. She ran her eyes up and down his manhood, trying to memorise the way a particularly thick vein popped up on his shaft.
"My little glutton, you're drooling," teased Lucien.
The girl's eyes widened and she hastily covered her lips, wiping at them with her thumb but there was nothing there.
"Why, you tease!" she exclaimed, poking him in the ribs.
"Hey, hey!" he snickered, reaching behind her to fluff up her pillows and laid them out vertically.
The girl watched him nervously as she bit her lower lip. The researcher's hardened length was bobbing up and down with his movements but he also looked girthier than anyone she had been with previously.
"Lucien, what are we doing?" she questioned softly.
"We're two responsible adults who are interested in mutually relieving our stress together in a fun way that gives us both pleasure," he remarked, patting her head gently.
He was beginning to sense that the girl might be reading more into this and he wondered to himself; was he thinking with his other head?
Or his heart ?
Lucien didn't even know the answer. This woman had the ability to make him feel things. A breath of fresh air, it was. A welcome, colourful intrusion on his typically mundane life. Another first.
"But is this just a one-time thing? I'm afraid we might ruin our existing relationship if we go ahead with this. And I don't want to."
She gazed up at him, her brown eyes reflecting a shift in sentiment while she chewed on the inside of her cheek in contemplation.
"You're important to me and I...need you in my life. I don't want to destroy it for one night of passion. It's not worth it. I've never engaged in something like this before. Please...tell me what you want, Lucien."
She had begun to ramble and it became apparent she was having second thoughts now.
"It can be a one night stand if that's what you desire. No strings attached. And if you yearn for it to be a lot more than just that...I'd be happy to share it with you. You can ask for whatever you want from this and I promise you, I'll fulfill it."
He smiled at her warmly, his eyes never leaving hers.
"I swear, this won't change our relationship and I will never leave your side. Unless you want me to, of course. Just...trust your instincts. Your Uncle John wouldn't have introduced me to you if he thought I would be a bad influence."
He reached out his hand towards her, still smiling, before crossing his pinky with hers. Overcome with emotion, the girl smiled back at him with unshed tears, her hue appearing iridescent to him.
She failed to realise that Lucien had avoided answering her question directly but he had his reasons. He didn't feel it right to express his true desire to her because he no longer wanted to restrict his little butterfly in his jar. It wouldn't be fair as well, seeing that there were still vital parts of him she had yet to unravel.
In due time, she will.
Placing his hands on her shoulders, he climbed on the bed like an agile panther and positioned himself right behind her, his back against the soft pillows with her back pressed against his broad, flat chest. She could feel his hard member pressing into her spine as he slowly massaged her shoulders, working through the knots in her tight muscles. His fingertips felt molten hot against her skin, warming her up and his lips sought hers yet again.
He kissed her deeply, his hands dipping down to fondle her beautiful breasts, pleased by the manner in which her pert nipples reacted to the softest of brushes. He was more than ready to treat her like the Queen she is.
He felt her body relax in his hands and he angled her face towards him, softly nibbling on her bottom lip before grazing it with his teeth. His hands drifted lower, tracing circles across her tummy and she let out a soft moan against his lips. A finger deftly dipped into her belly button and his heart sang at the way she twitched about.
Pulling apart from their intense kiss, the pair started gasping for air. He rested his bangs against the girl's, letting his hands skim her upper thighs. He stroked them up and down before subtly positioning his fingers in a way where their tips made contact with her inner thighs.
Turning his head, he was observing her every movement through the vertical mirror that was positioned opposite her bed like a hawk, studying her sensitive spots. He ached to play her like a fiddle.
Mentally, he was in shambles just like she was.
However, their reasons were very different. His bitter, cold heart was melting for his Queen and the hunter was no longer cocksure that he could play her like a fiddle in life .
Seeing her aroused reflection in the mirror, he made up his mind to do the one thing he had never done before up until that point. Live in the moment. They could feel their heartbeats thumping against each other in sync and she felt butterflies in her tummy when his fingers caressed her skin mere inches away from her core.
The girl slowly parted her thighs, unlocking the gates to his heaven as a whimper escaped her cherubic lips. Lucien's limbs were deceptively long. She could feel him all over her body and he didn't even have to stretch to reach her honey pot.
"Do you want me to touch you?" he asked authoritatively, his warm breath tickling the tips of her ear.
She responded with an impatient nod.
"Tell me where," he commanded, his voice sounding so husky in her ears.
Her bubbly cheeks reddened at the directive, embarrassed at having to express her needs so crystal clearly to Lucien. It was just so… intimate .
She chewed on her lower lip in contemplation, mentally preparing herself to articulate out loud what she truly desired.
"D-down there."
She looked back at Lucien, her pupils dilating with desire. A fire of passion flamed in the girl's face and he could see her silently pleading with him with her eyes.
He smirked smugly, "I am technically touching you down there already, my little butterfly."
She pouted.
Oh, he was toying with her right now.
A strangled groan escaped her. It was as if she was trying to get what she wanted without saying it out loud explicitly. It felt too naughty.
But Lucien wasn't letting up. He knew it would intensify their connection in the same vein as his offer to raise Garda together with her as if they were partners, working to nurture this precious life form.
And, she recognised that there was no point delaying the inevitable. Giving in to the ache she was beginning to feel inside, she stopped dipping her toes in the water and bravely submerged her form into her ocean of want.
"I-I want you to touch my p-pussy," she whispered, making eye contact with him through her wardrobe mirror.
He planted a kiss on her forehead, his fingertips stroking the spots where her thighs met her heat. Her hips involuntarily jerked up, betraying the urge of her desire.
"Attagirl. Spread your legs wider for me," he instructed and she was more than happy to comply.
As she bared herself, he moved his legs above her thighs and positioned them between hers, holding them wide apart before softly stroking her puffy outer lips. He closed his eyes, enjoying the texture of her soft skin and tiny hairs, delicately scratching her there before parting her labia majora.
He let his index finger brush against her slit, stroking from the bottom to the tip, grazing her clit at the end of each caress before repeating his actions over and over. Her hips bucked, back arching against his warm chest and she let out a low moan of pleasure.
Her lust was so evident before his eyes. All he wanted was to tease her and drive her wild in his arms.
He wanted to break her.
Using his left hand to part her outer lips, he started to slowly circle her inner lips round and round, enjoying the feel of her warm juices coating his fingers as he rubbed her. Feeling just how engorged her pussy lips had become which made her slit part so effortlessly, he smiled at his reflection in the mirror.
It pleased him that he could turn her on so much.
However, he was not going to entertain the open invitation.
Not just yet.
The bedroom was beginning to smell like her desire and it kind of smelled like… salty vanilla?
"Does it feel good?" he whispered, voice sounding a lot deeper than usual as he inhaled deeply.
She could feel how swollen and hard he was against her back as he pulled her up against his flesh, his strong thighs keeping her in place.
"Yes, Daddy."
Lucien raised an eyebrow in amusement.
"What did you just call me?"
"Luci."
He looked at her pointedly through the mirror, fingers now lazily circling her clit. The girl gasped from the sudden contact.
It was as if he was bribing her for the truth.
She took in a deep breath, trying to calm her nerves.
"I called you Daddy. Not into it?" the girl quipped.
"You can call me whatever you want, my little fool."
Her lips curved, "If you say so, Professor."
That earned her a smack on her pussy and she jumped in his arms. Surprisingly, she actually liked that. He smacked her a few more times for that remark, letting one hand travel up to pinch her left nipple.
"Oww," she groaned as he sank his teeth into the sensitive spot where her neck meets her shoulder.
Unable to resist her, he moved his fingers back down again, left hand parting her labia majora as he placed his thumb and index finger on either side of her clitoris, effectively pinching it. Using the tip of his index finger, he circled her now swollen bundle of nerves before tracing each letter of his name on her.
He watched her through her mirror, her head moving back to lay against his shoulder, eyes rolling back from pleasure. He quickened the pace of his circling, her pussy now hot and wet all over. Lucien's left hand sank lower, feeling how swollen and ready her labia minora had gotten for him now and slowly slipped a finger inch by inch into her wet opening.
She felt so tiny and tight around his finger. Knowing how turned on and wet she was for him made his cock throb with need. Her inner lips stretched around his finger, enveloping him and he teasingly started to move his fingers in and out of her slit, his other hand still rubbing her clit.
His eyes were glued to her vagina's reflection in the mirror as he fingered her, enjoying the wet sounds her juices made and the girl started thrusting her hips back and forth now, begging for a release.
"Do you wanna cum on my fingers?" he asked.
Her eyes met his dark gaze in the mirror.
"Yes, Daddy."
"Tell me you're mine, baby girl."
Her eyes rolled back again and she started impaling herself on his fingers as he added another in her. She was sooo tight, gripping onto his fingers hard.
"I'm yours, Lucien," she said out loud into the night air.
He felt her clench around his digits as her moans got louder and louder. Her aura shined red and he could tell she was getting close from the way her body was shaking in his embrace. Their bodies were slick with sweat now and he added a third finger inside her, thrusting harder and faster.
"Yes, right there, Lucien. That's the spot, keep rubbing me."
Finding her sensitive folds inside, he stroked her again and again and again at that erogenous spot of hers, the juices slipping out of her pussy and coating her sheets while his thumb worked against her nub at a frantic pace.
He wanted to unravel her.
Let his little butterfly spread her wings and colours to the world.
Her hand grabbed his lower arm, "D-don't stop, Lucien. Keep...going, please. Y-yes, yes, yesss. I'm gonna cummm."
She was losing herself in his strokes.
He felt her thighs clamping on his as her pussy squeezed his long fingers.
"Cum for me, my sexy vixen," he compelled and watched as she screamed his name out loud in passion, riding her wave of orgasm while he fucked her with his fingers, never letting up against her sweet little button.
Her colours exploded in his vision and the world was suddenly oversaturated, pigments more vibrant than he had ever seen in his life. His jaw fell open and as her orgasm gradually dissipated, the high he got from her colours melted away and the world was back to being colourful in just the right way.
The producer was left a panting, sweaty mess and as she caught her breath, he smirked, knowing their neighbours had just heard her screaming his name . He carefully withdrew his wet fingers from her hot core, rubbing one across her right nipple before slipping another into his mouth to taste her.
She turned around, her face tinged red, to look at him and he kissed the side of her mouth, parting her lips with the finger that had just teased her bud. His rod twitched as they both sucked hard on his fingers, enjoying her flavour and she felt her juices slipping out of her pussy again.
She was shaken to the core from the intensity and force of the orgasm.
She had never had one like that before even with men she had been in love with.
Lucien was unlocking things in her she hadn't previously known were present. And she knew, this couldn't just be a one night stand.
She needed this.
Him.
And she would do her damndest to keep him coming back for more.