My thighs rubbed together at the thought.
“Are you getting wet for me, angel?” he purred, eyes narrowing as his gaze tracked my shifting body. He took a single step closer to me, until there was barely any distance left between our bodies. Our heat emanated off of one another. His hair shifted, almost hiding his eyes from me as he stared down at me.
“Are you thinking of the possibility of someone watching my cock sink into your dripping pussy over and over again, until your walls are gripping me so tightly and you’re begging for my seed to spill into you and mark you as mine?”
My throat was suddenly as dry as the Sahara, and all I could do was nod.
That’sexactlywhat I was thinking, and he’d given me a glorious image that I absolutely craved to make my reality.
Feeling like I was going to combust if he didn’t touch me again, I turned–briefly taking note of the massive canopy bed that had to be near two kings in one in size–and padded toward the sliding glass doors. The balcony seemed quite large, outfitted with an overhang that was covered in string lights. The lights were glowing dimly, as if they were set off by the setting sun.
Pushing the large doors open, I felt the wind drifting over me and caressing my skin. The sweet breeze lifted to float around my face and shoulders, tickling slightly. Despite knowing what awaited me out here, the scenery still took my breath away seeing it.
Wrapping my fingers around the railing, I bent at the waist, keeping my legs straight as my back lowered. I was putting myself on full display for Lucien, in the exact way I knew he wanted.
He left me waiting, the anticipation making me an even bigger puddle of need. I fought the desire to look back and see where he was, loving the building energy and friction that the anticipation was building for the moment.
“So beautiful, on display for me and ready for my touch.”
His words startled me, shocking me from the silence I’d grown comfortable with in waiting. Knowing he was so close but not yet touching me fueled the ache building painfully between my legs.
I was more than ready for his touch. My entire body yearned for him and the pleasure I knew he would bring me.
Then, the faintest touch from the pad of his finger trailed down my spine and toward my ass before coasting over my pussy in the lightest ghost of a touch. I couldn’t help the full-body shudder that ran through me.
“Fuck, Lucien,” I moaned as my hips pushed back on instinct, trying to find relief. “Stop teasing me.”
A cry tore from my throat when his hands suddenly gripped my hips and his tongue entered me, stroking my desire higher with each thrust. My eyes fell shut as my grip on the railing tightened. A growl rumbled from him as he tugged my hips back further before snaking a hand around to brush his fingers over my clit.
“Lucien,” I moaned as euphoria flooded my brain.
His mouth disappeared, but the pressure and pace of his fingers on my clit increased. “That’s right, angel,” he growled, breath puffing against my lower back, “cry out for the heavens to hear you in this realm. Let them know that I’m your god as they listen.”
Oh. Oh my. I knew he had a sinful mouth and a wicked tongue, but there was something about those words that made my pussy clench as his fingers entered me from behind. Between his attention to my clit and the perfect pace and curl of his fingers, it was only a few minutes before I fell over the edge of pleasure.
“That’s my good girl,” he praised as I cried out.
My head was fuzzy with pleasure and felt heavy, but he didn’t give me a free moment to collect myself. Instead, his hands went back to my hips, and the squeeze he gave to them was the only warning I got before he slid into me with one long thrust that was made easy by the wetness coating me from my orgasm.
All it took was two thrusts to rev my desire up again, ready for everything he would give me with his cock.
Fingers threaded into my hair, lifting my head up as he commanded, “Look out there, angel. Look out at the sky that reminds me of your eyes, my favorite place to get lost in.”
His strokes grew fast and deep, making it hard as hell to keep my eyes open and do as he commanded. I wanted to close them and just feel this moment. His words were so sweet, such a contrast to the crass, dirty ones he uttered before finger-fucking me into oblivion. I loved that I could have the sweet and spicy sides of Lucien simultaneously. He was such a dichotomy of parts.
“This might be my new favorite place to be–surrounded by the color that will always remind me of my home in you while I’m buried deep inside of you and pulling out the sweetest little breathy moans to fill the space around us.”
His hips slapped against my ass as he increased his pace. The grip on my hair tightened, pulling on the roots ever so slightly, and it was just enough to awaken the fact that I loved being handled like this…Forced to look wherever he wanted me, arched out with my breasts exposed to the swirling wind around my nipples.
My core tightened, squeezing his cock with my pleasure.
He grunted in return. His voice was rough as he said, “Shit, angel. If you keep doing that, I’m a goner, and I need to hear you unravel for me at least one more time before I fill you up.”
There was something so primal at the thought of being filled by them, and I felt my power burning within my chest, needing to explode. I hadn’t even noticed the way it was building up, likely feeding off of Lucien’s reserves in a power share. The warmth from the power wasn’t painful, though. It somehow served to add to my own pleasure, and I felt the warmth through each of my extremities in a tingling sensation. It left me feeling like all of my nerve endings were working overtime.
The sensation was all-consuming.
“Come on my cock, angel. Show me you want my release to fill you up.”
