"You're driving me crazy, Lucien," she murmured sincerely as he withdrew his long fingers from their lips.
"You taste good when you're crazy, sweetie. I'll have to aim to make that happen more often, then."
She giggled out loud and it sounded so angelic to him.
Throwing his arms around her, he embraced her tightly, pressing his soft lips against her shoulder. She felt the hardness of his erection digging into her back and she let out a groan as Lucien stood up from the bed, depriving her of his sweet warmth.
Maintaining eye contact with her hazel orbs, he lifted her with ease and placed her up against the pillow fort he had created earlier.
This man was stronger than he looked.
She broke their shared gaze and let her eyes linger on his thick, veined shaft as he casually grabbed it and started jerking himself off, pre-cum leaking out from his opening after just his first stroke.
"I like a woman who knows what she wants and what she likes. Be a good girl…," he uttered, his tone deepening, as he watched her staring hungrily at his engorged organ, his mouth subtly curving, "and show me how you like to touch yourself when you're alone."
Her ears burned red at his request.
She nibbled on her bottom lip in contemplation and he closed the distance between them, reaching his unoccupied hand to gently caress the soft flesh under her boobs. The research scientist observed the girl as her body shuddered at his touch.
Parting her thighs, she brought her knees up, planting her feet on the bed. With his hand still wrapped around his hard cock, his eyes flitted down to her now exposed wet slit, visibly widening. Her aroma clouded his senses, enticing him.
Lucien struggled to contain his emotions, trying his best to maintain his poker face without giving away how much she truly affected him. Cupping her breasts, she slowly squeezed them and watched as Lucien squeezed his thick member harder in response, feeling it grow in both directions in his hand.
She lightly rolled her nipples between her fingers, feeling them harden again, enjoying how much he was turning her on. His tip was now glistening as he pumped himself faster and her fingers gradually made their way to her pussy, stroking her tummy in the process. Grazing her slender digits where her thighs meet her hips, she teased herself before rubbing her plump soft outer lips.
The professor's eyes never left her fingers, observing the girl's every little motion with almost wide-eyed wonder.
She pulled apart her outer lips, revealing her pink core and Lucien's sharp intake of breath filled the air. So beautiful. Licking his lips subconsciously, he started to pace slowly at the edge of her bed like a caged animal, trying to release some of his pent-up energy instead of pouncing on her this very instant.
Using her other hand, she started to circle her swollen nub, round and round. And round and round, he went, circling his mushroom tip with the pad of his thumb. Lucien began to feel heady and he couldn't tell if it was from her pheromones overwhelming his senses or the blood rushing down towards his hardening organ. Closing her eyes, the producer threw her head back, sliding a finger into her now slick vagina and pumped it in and out while she teased her tiny bundle of nerves up and down with her thumb. The atmosphere came alive from her moans and his grunts of satisfaction, wanking himself off at the same pace she was fingering herself.
"I want you to look at me when you play with yourself, baby girl."
Lucien's voice sounded so husky and gravelly.
It stirred things within her.
She could tell he was incredibly turned on and she felt butterflies flutter in her tummy from just the tone of his voice.
The girl opened her eyes and watched him jack himself off at the sight of her, licking her lips.
"Is this how you touch yourself when you're home and all alone? Perhaps while you're thinking about a certain next-door neighbour…"
His words were affecting her body and she felt her slick wetness coat her inner thighs.
"Yesss, but it...d-doesn't usually feel - this good because...you're n-not watching me," she whispered, biting her lower lip.
A laugh sneaked out of his luscious lips.
"Well, that can always be arranged, my precious plaything. Do you have any toys?"
"N-nope, this is how I always play with myself. I guess...you can say I'm a slave to my fingers."
I'd like you to make you my very personal, little sex slave, he mused.
Closing the distance between them, he let go of the constrictive grip around his penis and picked up his silver pen off her side table, stroking the top of the barrel where there were tiny patterned bumps fondly. He smirked as he thought about it buried in between her outer folds and passed it to the girl.
"Would you like to feel this brushing across your clit?" he inquired.
Shifting her stare from his hard-on to his pen, she gingerly caressed the curves of the pattern on it that was actually the letter X in a pale lilac butterfly design and lifted an eyebrow at Lucien before nodding.
Handing the slender pen back to its owner, she parted her labia majora with her fingers allowing Lucien to gently brush the pattern against her swollen button.
X sure marks the spot.
She cooed with pleasure at the heightened sensations, rocking her hips against his languid strokes.
"That feels so good, Lucien," she exclaimed which spurred him to press the pen deeper.
She reached her other hand out to grab his dick, squeezing it hard and jerked him up and down, making the professor close his eyes and grunt loudly. His cock twitched in her soft hand, responding to her squeezes. He was so thick, her hand could not even wrap all the way around him. As she stroked him, she let her fingers explore the veins that popped up on his shaft and thought about the pen he was using on her.
"Does the X on your pen stand for your last name, Xu?" she pried.
The neuroscientist's eyes opened slightly and he nodded, his pen now a blur on her sensitive little nub and she groaned, matching his pace with her strokes on his shaft, her thumb grazing his tiny ridge with every wank.
"I-it's actually an heirloom... that's been passed down - generations," he panted out, trying to control his breathing to delay his release.
"Ohhh?" she moaned out from the pleasure, ending it as a question as her whole body trembled.
She didn't know how to feel about being pleased by something so valuable to him. Reading her mind, as usual, it might as well be his middle name, he comforted her and dissipated her doubts.
"I don't mind at all. I'm glad...to satisfy you with something t-that means so much to m-me. In fact, I'm - beyond ecstatic t-that it's with you and I think...it's kind of hot. Just like… how you look - right now. S-such a naughty little girl."
"Only for you," she breathed, staring into his dark, stormy eyes whilst struggling to keep her orgasm at bay just like he was.
And, Lucien knew.
The myriad of colours that painted her bedroom increased in intensity before him and he knew she was close. Caressing the insides of her damp thighs with his other hand, he made his way to her heated core, slipping two fingers in her slit.
His pen continued to manipulate her swollen, hard clitoris and he buried his fingers deeper inside her, thrusting as she curled her toes and gripped his cock. Moaning in sync with him, the girl started brushing her thumb faster against his frenulum, chasing his climax as she squeezed the top of his shaft.
Lucien's tall form trembled, losing complete control of himself to her touches.
"I-I think I'm gonna cum, Luci."
"Tell me...who this pussy belongs to, sweetie," he instructed, arching his fingers so that the tips stimulated her g-spot, making her hips gyrate.
"Y-you, Daddy."
"Good girl. Look into my… eyes. I want you t-to… cum for me. Cum for me right now."
Her eyes bore into his as she buried her hand in the hairs on his forearm, squeezing hard as he sped up his movements. She stroked his thick member harder and faster, and he let out a deep growl from within, feeling how close he was.
Bending over on unsteady knees, his lips captured hers in a soft kiss as they both came apart, his warm, sticky cum spraying across her firm tits. With his release, he saw fireworks under his eyelids.
In colour for the very first time.
What a wonderful euphoria.
He rested his forehead against hers, shaken to the core by the power of his orgasm and opened his eyes, still breathing hard. They widened ever so slightly at the sight before him. The world was now awash with colours so beautiful, it looked as amazing as she always did to him.
A consequence of his orgasm in her hands? Or their mutual orgasm, perhaps?
Whatever it was, he could definitely see himself getting addicted to this high. She was just like a powerful drug he could never get enough of. Briefly, he wondered if he'd ever be able to satiate his desire for her. Doubt crept up in the dark corners of his mind. He did not think his feelings for her were something he could get out of his system. Ever. He focused his attention back on the girl and continued his fingering at a slower pace bringing her gradually down from her climax.
As the pair caught their breaths from their mutual masturbation, the producer let out a cute mewl bringing a smile to Lucien's eyes. While he lowered himself onto the bed next to her, the girl massaged Lucien's cum into her boobs and all over her torso before scooping some of it on her index finger and looked at him innocently.
He eyeballed her keenly as she brought her finger up to her lips, coating them with his essence before sucking on her finger hard. She moaned as she peeked under her eyelashes and smiled around her finger in her mouth as Lucien's Adam's apple bobbed up and down.
What a fucking tease, he reflected.
Well, two can play that game.
He brought his wrinkled fingers up to his mouth too, pushing them past his darkened lips and lapped at them, closing his eyes at her taste. His face betrayed no emotion and she was curious about whether he enjoyed it.
"Well, do you like it?" she asked impatiently, her brown eyes full of hope.
He lightly tapped at her nose with a smug smile on his face.
"I don't quite know yet. I'm unable to deduce from such a small sample. I think… this requires further research. I need a larger sample size. Perhaps directly from the source itself... For science, of course," he teased, his velvety tone affecting her physically.
Just like a moth drawn to a flame, Lucien lured her in.
He was danger. Pure danger.
But that was not what the girl saw in him. And, she had developed a craving for him. Rising from the bed, Lucien climbed atop her, straddling her with his wide thighs and kissed her passionately, their tongues twisting and lapping against each other before he moved lower to nuzzle her neck.
He tugged her down on the bed so that she was now laying on her back and proceeded to knead her soft mounds.
"You're so incredibly sexy, you know that?" he whispered in between nibbles on her sternum, leaving lovebites all over her torso.
She ran a hand through his hair while the other lovingly stroked his warm, broad back as she felt his smile on her skin when he kissed her under her breasts, licking to taste the salt on her flesh. She closed her eyes, relishing how Lucien was absolutely worshipping her body and purred with pleasure.
Thinking back about Lucien's pen play, she wondered if she was the first woman he had used it to play with. Despite holding the scientist's undivided attention, her insecurities were reeling its vicious head under the surface.
"Lucien. Can I ask you a question?" she vocalised quietly.
His persistent tongue had now descended to lap at her ribs, and he marveled at the way her body quivered from being teased at a ticklish spot. He yearned to research every single inch of her body to uncover all the secret little places he could tease and please his Queen.
Sensing the seriousness in her tone, he caught hold of her right hand on his back in his left and intertwined their fingers, squeezing it as he felt how small it was in his.
"Yes, of course. You can ask me anything and come to me for anything. Anything at all. And, I don't just mean this in a sexual way."
"Your pen felt soooo good on me earlier. How did you know it would?"
"I didn't. It was just a hypothesis that came to mind and we've tested it out now. You know… I'd actually like to give my pen to you. I like that it can make you feel this good."
She instantly felt relieved and tried to mask her facial expression, not wanting Lucien to know the full extent of her insecurities. Lifting her head slightly, she focused her eyes on the mirror before her, watching Lucien's languid form atop her, his back gleaming with sweat and admired the sexy curves of his ass cheeks. His body felt like a furnace against hers.
"I could never. It's your heirloom. That would be very selfish of me."
He had all but made up his mind to give it to her. She had earned it after all. This marvelous woman was the first person who had unlocked his ability to feel again. She was his key.
"Silly girl, I have my selfish reasons too. It'll turn me on knowing you're pleasing yourself with something that is mine. Something that belongs to me. Please don't refuse me," he expressed before drawing letters with the tip of his tongue across her tummy, spelling out his name.
As he swiped the wet tip to draw the curve of the letter C in his name, the brunette let out a gasp while her body shuddered.
She raised herself on her elbows and watched his pink tongue working on her skin. He looked up into her eyes once he was done, planting a soft kiss at the end of his name on her torso. The way he was looking at her with adoration and caressing her body made her feel valuable.
Worthy. Worthy of his affection.
Flattening his tongue and dragging it across her stomach, he dipped its tip in and out of her belly button over and over again, watching as the woman under him squirmed uncontrollably, grabbing fistfuls of his hair and moaning out loudly.