ACOTAR SMUT

Spring, Lucien (Part 1)

I smile as my boyfriend grabs tightly onto my waist, winnowing us far away from the Spring Court mansion. My feet hit the soft grass of a flower field some way away. Lucien doesn't let go off me until he knows I am steady.

As I turn to face him, i laugh as he grabs my upper arms, carefully pushing me against one of the trees nearby. He leers over me, smiling back down at me as he traps me between his body, his hands moving to rest on two branches just above my head height. I feel his toned body pressed against me as his hair hangs down near my face. He smells of pine wood and smoke.

"Lucien, let me go!"

I laugh, pushing against his chest playfully. He knows I am enjoying this just as much as he is.

"But I want to play babygirl."

His laughter is gentle, and it dances on the air between us. Slowly, he bends down, pressing a soft kiss to my lips. My hands grab the collar of his shirt. I pull him in again, my tongue teasingly touching his lips. His own responds, darting out, asking for entry. I allow him in and one of his hands move to the base of my own hair to draw my head up, allowing him a better angle.

His hand moves to rest on my waist to keep me trapped when he knows I will not restrict his access. He moves closer in and I feel him straining against his pants. Without breaking the kiss, I jump up and wrap my legs around his waist. I am higher than him now and I make my tongue fight back at his, tangling into a dance.

I let out a soft moan as he presses me against the rough bark of the tree, causing me to rub against his shirt. His grip on my waist tightens as I move from his lips and to his jawline, finding the spot he loves most.

He holds back a moan of his own before his eyes seek mine.

"Do you want to today?"

I smirk, looking back down at him.

"Always, Little Lucy."

He growls softly into my ear before his other hand helps him lift my gown up till it gathers around my waist. He notices I am only wearing a simple G-string which hardly covers anything, and he lets off a soft growl again.

"What would've happened if the wind blew, baby girl? Would you have let anyone see your prize which is just for me?"

He doesn't let me reply, shifting the soft fabric to the side before sliding his thumb between my lips, rubbing my clit in slow motions. He keeps it working as he slips two fingers in. They slide easily in the wetness that is already pooling up.

I hold back my moan as he continues working me, thrusting in and out in slow, deep motions. Our kisses get more frantic and I let go off him to pull my arms out of my dress, pushing it down to reveal my breasts to Lucien. Teasingly, I use my hands to softly play with them, massaging them in different ways, pinching my nipples all whilst he watches me out of his russet eye, his mechanical one also trained on me. His motions becomes more frantic and he slips a third into me. My head rests back against the tree as I continue my work on my breasts.

He feels me clench around his fingers before my orgasm, pulling them out to stop me. I pause my work, looking down at him with pleading eyes. Carefully he balances me against the tree, holding me there with one hand. He works on releasing his pants with the other. He grunts at the effort and I laugh at him, moving down to kiss a line down his scar. Eventually he gets them down, releasing his hardened cock. I laugh again at how his pants rest at his knees in his urgency.

"Better hold on."

His words are low, and I grip tightly onto his shoulders as both of his hands return to the branches. He lines himself up with my entrance, pushing into me slowly. I gasp as he fills me up and I sink further onto him until I sit flush against him.

He begins his thrusts, slow and steady, moving his hips to find where it feels best. My grip on his shoulders tighten as he picks up the pace. He moves his head in, kissing and softly biting my nipples. My moans fill the quiet field, as his groans do with each thrust. The sound of our skin against each other joins the symphony.

My back rubs against the tree as each thrust pushes me back. Again I am clenching around his dick as it continues it's thrusts, slowly slowing with the effort as he approaches his point. My legs wrap tighter around his hips as my hands copy on his shoulders, probably leaving bruises. I smell burning wood as I release as he does the same inside of me with one last thrust, reaching the furthest he can. Looking up I see Lucien has burnt his hand marks into the branches of the tree.

His thrusts slow before he stops inside of me, taking my mouth in his again as I catch my breath. His hands return to my face, warmer than before. He stays inside of me the whole time we kiss, and I slowly move myself against him. After a while he lets me down, allowing a flow of liquid to run out of me. It runs a trail down my thigh before I take my finger and scoop it up, taking it to my mouth to taste him.

He watches me with eager eyes before he moves to my mouth, his tongue working inside me again. He leads me to the grass patch, sitting down and pulling me onto his lap, his pants still only halfway. He begins playing with my breasts again, fondling them roughly but with care.

"Round two?"

He murmurs it softly into my ear after some time, though he already knows my answer.

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