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moment, the complete adoration. Him for her; her for him.
Far below, she saw that out of the mistletoe boxers was peeking the thick head of his cock, which glistened slightly with a dab of clear liquid. His beautiful, juicy cock which she’d wanted since the first moment that she’d seen it. She had only to hope that he wouldn’t make her wait too long.
“Eat me,” she said, pulling her right knee away from her left. “Make me come for you, Lucian.”
“Are you sure?” he asked, recalling the last time he’d been in this position.
Aria sat on the edge of the bed and took his face between her hands, fingers steering his mouth towards her sensitive slit. “I’m sure. Please, Lucian. I want you to lick me. Don’t make me beg.”
With that, he slid his tongue over her opening, coating her in a mixture of her wetness and his.
“Good,” she said. “Now kiss my clit.”
Gently he pinched the pink hood between his thumb and index finger before pulling it back to expose her perfect, delectable bud. Aria watched as his cock flicked in response, as eager to be inside her as she was to be invaded by its thickness. Following her command, Lucian laid a soft kiss on her exposed clit and she convulsed gently, her body taking over from her mind.
“Yes,” she said. “That’s it. Again.”
Another kiss. Soft lips landed on her repeatedly as Lucian allowed his hands to spread her open now, and for his tongue to explore her, to stab her opening gently as she moaned above him.
His fingers moved to her lips, replacing his tongue and sliding along their delicate wetness as he landed a gentle lick on her hardening bud, which seemed to twitch under the gentlest touch. He slid one thick finger inside, and then two, and then slowly, rhythmically, he fucked her with them as her pelvis pushed itself into his hand, encouraging and inviting him inside her.
With his left hand he reached up for the nipples which had risen to greet him, puckering hard for his touch. As he ran an index finger over the surface of one and then the other, Aria put her head back and moaned. She trusted him fully. This time there would be no blood drawn. Only the sweetest sort of agony imaginable.
“Touch yourself,” she said, looking down again. “I want to see how you stroke that gorgeous cock of yours. For me, Lucian.”
Oh, God. This woman and her assertiveness, he thought.
Without hesitation he yanked his boxers down with one hand. In an instant his fist was wrapped around his thick shaft, massaging the tight skin which ached to find its way inside her. Aria sat up, watching his large hand, whose fingers could barely get around his thickness as they stroked him gently.
He peered back at her, his dark eyes betraying a near smile as his tongue went at her again, flicking at her clit as he pushed his fingers inside her channel. She was so tight, so wet.
“Oh, yeah,” she groaned. “That is so good, sweet thing. I’m going to come watching you. Don’t stop.”
Lucian’s tongue responded to her words, flicking at her harder now as his lips pursed around her, his fingers driving into her as he pictured his cock, swollen to the point of bursting, inside her, spreading her wide open, pounding her.
“Oh….God…”
At last she shuddered against him, ramming her pelvis forward so that his fingers met her depths, and he felt her opening squeeze him hard once, twice, and again and again as she came in violent waves.
Lucian didn’t let her off easily, continuing to lick her in soft strokes even as the shudders died down. Her whole body trembled and darts of electricity shot through every nerve with each flick of his tongue. Everything in him was determined and designed for her pleasure.
“I want you inside me,” she said. “Now. Please. I need it.”
Lucian stood, licking her juices off his fingers, and grasping his cock in his hand.
“I’m scared of hurting you,” he said softly.
“You won’t. You won’t. Please. Give me that
Far below, she saw that out of the mistletoe boxers was peeking the thick head of his cock, which glistened slightly with a dab of clear liquid. His beautiful, juicy cock which she’d wanted since the first moment that she’d seen it. She had only to hope that he wouldn’t make her wait too long.
“Eat me,” she said, pulling her right knee away from her left. “Make me come for you, Lucian.”
“Are you sure?” he asked, recalling the last time he’d been in this position.
Aria sat on the edge of the bed and took his face between her hands, fingers steering his mouth towards her sensitive slit. “I’m sure. Please, Lucian. I want you to lick me. Don’t make me beg.”
With that, he slid his tongue over her opening, coating her in a mixture of her wetness and his.
“Good,” she said. “Now kiss my clit.”
Gently he pinched the pink hood between his thumb and index finger before pulling it back to expose her perfect, delectable bud. Aria watched as his cock flicked in response, as eager to be inside her as she was to be invaded by its thickness. Following her command, Lucian laid a soft kiss on her exposed clit and she convulsed gently, her body taking over from her mind.
“Yes,” she said. “That’s it. Again.”
Another kiss. Soft lips landed on her repeatedly as Lucian allowed his hands to spread her open now, and for his tongue to explore her, to stab her opening gently as she moaned above him.
His fingers moved to her lips, replacing his tongue and sliding along their delicate wetness as he landed a gentle lick on her hardening bud, which seemed to twitch under the gentlest touch. He slid one thick finger inside, and then two, and then slowly, rhythmically, he fucked her with them as her pelvis pushed itself into his hand, encouraging and inviting him inside her.
With his left hand he reached up for the nipples which had risen to greet him, puckering hard for his touch. As he ran an index finger over the surface of one and then the other, Aria put her head back and moaned. She trusted him fully. This time there would be no blood drawn. Only the sweetest sort of agony imaginable.
“Touch yourself,” she said, looking down again. “I want to see how you stroke that gorgeous cock of yours. For me, Lucian.”
Oh, God. This woman and her assertiveness, he thought.
Without hesitation he yanked his boxers down with one hand. In an instant his fist was wrapped around his thick shaft, massaging the tight skin which ached to find its way inside her. Aria sat up, watching his large hand, whose fingers could barely get around his thickness as they stroked him gently.
He peered back at her, his dark eyes betraying a near smile as his tongue went at her again, flicking at her clit as he pushed his fingers inside her channel. She was so tight, so wet.
“Oh, yeah,” she groaned. “That is so good, sweet thing. I’m going to come watching you. Don’t stop.”
Lucian’s tongue responded to her words, flicking at her harder now as his lips pursed around her, his fingers driving into her as he pictured his cock, swollen to the point of bursting, inside her, spreading her wide open, pounding her.
“Oh….God…”
At last she shuddered against him, ramming her pelvis forward so that his fingers met her depths, and he felt her opening squeeze him hard once, twice, and again and again as she came in violent waves.
Lucian didn’t let her off easily, continuing to lick her in soft strokes even as the shudders died down. Her whole body trembled and darts of electricity shot through every nerve with each flick of his tongue. Everything in him was determined and designed for her pleasure.
“I want you inside me,” she said. “Now. Please. I need it.”
Lucian stood, licking her juices off his fingers, and grasping his cock in his hand.
“I’m scared of hurting you,” he said softly.
“You won’t. You won’t. Please. Give me that
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