ACOTAR SMUT

Spring, Lucien (Part 2)

I answer his question for round two by moving my hips against his, rubbing his length with my pelvis. He smirks before flipping us over, laying my back against the soft green grass growing around me. I bend up my legs, allowing him a view of where he still dripped out of me steadily.

He lifts me up, slipping my dress above my head before tossing it to the side. He trails a hand down my body teasingly before he stands up, allowing me to watch as he finishes taking of his pants before slowly undoing his buttons on his shirt.

I can tell he is doing it slowly to annoy me, so I slip a hand down to feel myself as he watches me. He growls softly, stopping what he was doing and coming over, taking me by the wrist and removing my hand. He takes it to his mouth, licking each finger in turn before planting kisses along it.

"That's only for me. You don't get to pleasure yourself."

I nod my understanding like a little girl before he continues with taking off his shirt. When he finishes I stare at his glorious, suntanned body before he returns to me. He is already hard from watching me and I watch his dick proudly standing up.

He blushes under my gaze before coming to lie over the top of me again. I leave a kiss on each of his cheeks as our bodies press together. He smiles before kissing me deeply again. I reply by lifting up my hips to meet his. He presses against me and I begin teasing movements with my hips, grinding against him.

He trails kisses down my neck and to my boobs as he lines himself up with me again. He begins licking and nibbling them softly, moving my nipple between his teeth. He lets his head enter me slowly, but stops there. I let out a small whine.

He doesn't go further as his thumb begins playing circles on my clit as the other hand helps with my boobs. Slowly he pushes another centimetre in before stopping. He removes himself fully before entering and travelling another centimetre further. He rests there for a few seconds before doing it again.

I try to rise my hips to meet his as the process leaves me wanting more and more each time. His hand working at my clit holds me firmly down and I feel him smirking against my boob.

"Beg for it baby."

I tremble as he stays in his spot, not even halfway in.

"Please, Lucien."

My voice is no more than a whimper that almost gets carried away on the wind that passes, blowing grass all over my body.

Lucien smiles as he gently brushes some of it off my stomach, his touch igniting flames all through my insides.

"I don't think that's going to be enough. Why do you want me so badly?"

"Because the feel of you pounding me endlessly sends me over the edge."

"Continue..."

The words are muffled against my breast but he moves out and in a little further once again.

"The feel of your long length filling me up to the brim leaves me wanting every inch of you inside of me all the time. Just thinking about it makes me wet for you. Your cock, slowly thrusting into me as you work my clit and my breasts is the best feeling in the world."

Again he moves, this time more distance than before.

"I enjoy fucking you because it brings us closer together and I can show you just how much I love  you."

He goes further in, and I can tell he is getting closer, perhaps just over halfway. I don't know how much more begging and waiting I can handle.

"Please, Lucien, I need you in me now."

My voice is a gasp as my back arches of the ground, my butt still pressed against the ground by Lucien's hand. Without warning, he pulls out, thrusting in deep and hard, hitting my tight walls.

"Oh fuck, Lucien."

His name is a moan on my lips as he continues pounding into me, but he quickly dials it down to easy sex. His thrusts are deep but smooth. They aren't fast and hard, as he focuses this time on doing it for love rather than want.

My fingers run through his long hair as he continues, my back arches of the ground, this time coming to meet his thrusts. My head is thrown back in pleasure, and my hands quickly move to grip the ground to keep me centred. My fingers grip into the grass, almost pulling them out as his thrusts get deeper.

He watches me intently as he fucks me, moving between watching himself slide in and out of me and watching my face as I moan out his name. I pull his face back to mine to continue our kisses, and as he moves to my neck I follow his scar again.

"Deeper Lucien."

He obliges, lifting my hips to get a better angle. From my view I can easily watch his actions, paying attention to the way his muscles flex with each drive. I release for a second time, clenching my walls, I feel the warmth spread around my body, my eyes close against the pleasure. Lucien continues his thrusts to finish himself and soon I feel him twitch before releasing into me for a second time.

He rolls us over so I am on top, our bodies tight against each other as again he doesn't remove himself. I bury my head into the crook of his neck, kissing him. His hands travel around my waist, holding me closer to him. His body is warm from the activity, and his hands are burning with his passion from his abilities.

"I love making love you to Lucien."

"An old man like me?! How could you? But yes, it is always a pleasure making love to you too baby."

I smile against his chest, content to lay with him peacefully for the rest of the afternoon before we dress and he winnows us back to the house.

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