by Layla Piper
When the cool oil dripped over my hot pussy, it clenched.
Lucien placed both of his hands over my mound and began rubbing the oil into my skin. He didn’t touch my clit directly but made circles with his thumbs on either side.
The heat rose in my stomach as he circled closer, finally slipping a thumb inside my pussy. His other thumb brushed up and over my clit. The combination of the long drawn out massage and the thumbs sliding over my sex made me almost desperate with need.
He kept up slow circles, one thumb around my clit and one inside my pussy, circling round and around. He put pressure on the walls of my pussy in every direction.
My breath grew short.
He slid his second thumb into my pussy, dipping a slippery finger round and over my clit. Slowly, he began to fuck me with his thumbs, running his fingers over my clit as he did.
I began to pant.
He moved slowly and deliberately, but shoved his thumbs further into me, stretching me. He kept up the rhythm, though I could see the need growing in his eyes. In and out, in and out.
My stomach fluttered and my pussy clenched around him. I was so close.
He groaned. “Yes, mon amour. I want to feel your passion. Cum for me.” He sped up, pushing faster. Rubbing slippery oil into my clit.
I shouted as I came, clenching around his thumbs, his fingers holding firmly against my clit. Over and over I rose up off of the table as the waves of pleasure rocketed through me.
He groaned and held on as I spasmed.
When I trembled after the orgasm was over, he pulled his hands away from my pussy. He scooted back and dismounted from the table. He came to my side and lay his head down beside mine, pulling me into his arms. “You’re so beautiful, my darling. I find myself falling for you.” He pulled me to a seated position and turned me so that my legs dangled from the side of the table. Then he let go of me, fumbling for a moment before unfastening his pants. He dropped them to the ground and put his arms around my waist, pulling me against him.
His erection pressed between my legs and he rubbed it against my still pulsing clit. I looked at it, his dark skin against my light. His cock was full and uncut, and when he rubbed it between my legs it responded, precum on the tip.
I scooted to the very edge of the bed and leaned back, propping myself on my elbows, so that he’d have plenty of access to my soaked pussy.
He grabbed the base of his cock and rubbed the precum over my clit before sliding the thick shaft into my pussy. He groaned and stopped, shaking. “God you feel so good. I can’t stand it.”
As he slid further, my insides stretched to accommodate him. I tilted my head back.
He put one arm around my waist. His other hand reached to my nipple, gently caressing and rolling it between his fingers.
I found my pussy responding, squeezing his cock as it slid back. He swung his hips forward again, sinking deep into my pussy. I moaned.
He began to swing in and out. He started out slowly but began to pant and fuck me harder and harder. He took my breast in his hand and bent his head, sucking the nipple into his mouth as he fucked me.
I was getting close again. “Oh, God, I’m gonna cum.”
His hand tightened before he released my breast and put that arm around me, pulling me against him harder and harder. He switched sides and sucked my other nipple into his mouth.
I cried out and came. My pussy clenched around his cock and I shook, milking him.
That was all it took. He shoved hard and came, emptying his shaft into me, shaking. Then he collapsed onto me.
I stroked his hair back from his face, watching the bliss in his eyes. Overwhelming exhaustion settled over me. “I’m so tired.”
He looked up at me. “I’ll take you back to your room.”
He stood and reached for a robe. “Here. Put this on. No sense in getting dressed.” He put one on too and gathered our clothes, placing them in a bag from the shop.
I was too tired to argue, so I wrapped myself in the soft robe and followed him back to my room. He tucked me into my bed and stood looking at me for a moment, unsure.
I said, “Stay with me.”
He smiled and nodded before dropping his own robe to the floor and climbing into bed behind me. He pulled me against him, and I felt so safe and cared for. Something I hadn’t felt in much too long. Instead of examining the feelings, I fell asleep straightaway, and dreamed of hot steamy nights on cool sand beside the ocean.
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