Lucian steps back, his hands falling to his side as his face goes back to being stoic, his cold red eyes staring at her disheveled body as she tries to compose herself, the look of confusion on her face. He walks back to the couch and adjusts his trousers before he sits, his boner visible. Leaning back, he spreads himself on the sofa, his form occupying half of the couch, his back against the coachrest, his arms resting on top, his legs spread wide. His eyes are trained on her, watching, taunting, and daring her.
She knows what I want, she knows what this means. Now let's see if she has the balls to do it in here…
He watches as Silica drops her bag on the coffee table and her hands reach for the tightly tied belt around her waist, slowly untying as she maintains eye contact with him, her newfound bravery showing on her face in the form of a sly smirk. The belt comes undone, the ends falling towards the side of her torso. Next, she begins opening the large black buttons, starting from the one shielding her cleavage from his eyes. His eyes fall from her face to her hands, following every motion they make, keenly paying attention to the glimpses of her skin showing from every opened button. As the last button comes undone, the coat now fully open, his eyes burning with desire as he watches her slide the coat off her skin, letting it fall in a pool on her red pumps.
FUCK…
Her body now fully in view, he could not take her eyes off her. he watches her step away from the coat on the floor and walk towards the coffee table. Her hands slowly come up to her hair, running her fingers through the wavy strands and pulling her hair to the side of her neck, the hair now slightly covering her right pink nipple. He feels his dick throb in approval of the tease she is giving him, the view of her full perky breasts threatening to break all his self-control he has so very skilfully mastered.
She bends over, her legs shifting slightly apart as she places her hands on separate sides of the coffee table. His eyes drop to her breasts, her nipples now pressed against the glass surface. The smirk on her face gets wider as she lifts her upper body slightly, her nipples turned to a hard bud from the contact with the cold glass. Lucian watches as she stretches her right arm, and slowly pushes the table towards her as she walks a few steps back, creating some distance between the couch and the table. She stretches her right hand once more towards the center of the table, her breasts back on the glass table as she crawls onto the table on her fours, her round bottom up in the air. The view of her red thong disappearing at the back of her ass suddenly makes his throat feel dry as he swallows hard. He trails his eyes from her ass down to her sexy back, following the spine tattoo etched on her skin to her face, maintaining eye contact as she crawls from the table and onto the carpet, enjoying the view of her on the floor as she slowly and sensually crawls towards him. He couldn't help his eyes from wandering to her perked-up ass since she deliberately lowered her upper body towards the floor, the tiny thong clearly a tease of what was underneath it.
Lucian watches as she reaches the bottom of his feet, positioning herself on her knees in between his legs. Her hands come up, each on one of his knees, as she caresses his thighs slowly. The feeling of her sharp red nails softly running on his thighs makes his shaft throb in excitement and anticipation, his angry boner threatening to tear the material of his suit trousers. He follows her hands as they grab onto his belt, taking her time to unbuckle it, followed by her opening the button and finally opening the zip of his trousers. She runs her hand lazily over his roaring shaft, the only barrier left being his boxer shorts. He swallows a grunt, not wanting to express how good her touch felt even before he could feel her soft hands on his bare shaft. He watches as she opens the two buttons that would have popped on their own with a little more teasing from her hands. She leans in closer to his shaft, her lovely breasts now in full view as she abruptly removes her hands from him and pulls her hair back, removing the small hairpin she had on her arm—which he had not noticed until now—and ties her hair into a high ponytail, a few strands falling around her face.
She's always looked better with her hair up, I wonder why she rarely does that. Her breasts look amazing, and her pink puffy nipples are always turning me on so much since she hates wearing bras and her outfits are always skimpy. Nothing beats this view right here...
His thoughts get interrupted by her right hand taking hold of his shaft, and she slowly runs it up from his base to his slightly wet head and back down a couple times before she wraps her hand around his girthy length, which clearly she couldn't wrap her hand around it fully and starts to stroke it. He grunts, loving the feeling of her soft hand moving up and down his shaft, her nails lightly teasing his throbbing veins. Her face comes closer to his head, and she sticks out her tongue, licking the top of his head that was now covered in precum, her eyes never leaving his. He could see how much she was enjoying everything she was doing from her desire-filled eyes that indirectly dared him not to steer his gaze away from them as she lowered her head down his length, swallowing the top half of his shaft.
Fuckk! She always does this so well, but today will take the medal... I've missed her tiny warm mouth around my shaft... so tight and warm...
He notices her eyebrows furrow as she slightly struggles to take him, a reaction she never fails to get. Saliva dripping from her lips and sliding down his shaft, she uses it as lubrication as her hand never leaves the bottom half of his length as she starts bobbing her head up and down on it, her hand stroking his base. The hard suction from her mouth as her head comes up his length combined with the feeling of her tongue teasing by twirling alongside his length has his face scrunch up in pleasure as he grunts, his eyes watching intently without blinking, fearing he'll miss it all if he even dares to.
I need more, she's teasing too much…
Lucian reaches his right hand out and grabs a fistful of her hair, her ponytail making his work easier. He holds her head firmly, her movements coming to a halt with her lips wrapped around his head, his eyes lowering to look at her hand holding his shaft, lingering there for about a second before he meets her eyes once more. She gets the signal and slowly unwraps her hand from his length, letting her hands fall to her sides before she takes them behind her back, linking her fingers together. He smirks in satisfaction, loving the fact that she knew all too well what she was supposed to do and did it without any resistance. He was to be thanked for her obedience; he trained her himself.
If anyone saw her in this position, they would not believe their eyes, the all-too-proud daughter of The Nouxians on her knees for me... Ha! Fucking hilarious…
"Good girl. Now, open wide for me."