Silent Eyes

12, Monica's Little Gift

It was getting late, and Andreas decided it was time for Monica to leave the party. He bid farewell to Emil with a wave and gently put his arm around her. As they made their way out, he leaned in close and whispered, "Are you ready?" Monica's eyes sparkled in response, clearly showing her nervousness. She fidgeted with her fingers and nervously bit her lip, which stirred a desire in Andreas, though he composed himself and smiled confidently. "Yes," she nodded, and they walked hand in hand towards the car.

Andreas helped Monica into the passenger seat and took his place in the driver's seat. As they hit the road, the atmosphere was initially quiet. Gradually, he placed a hand on her thigh, giving it a reassuring squeeze, and kept his gaze fixed on Monica throughout the ride. "How did you find everyone at the party? Did anyone make you uncomfortable?" he asked, a touch of seriousness in his voice. Monica sensed the underlying concern and replied, "No, actually. Everyone was really friendly and made me feel at home."

He smiled, leaned in for a brief kiss, and pulled back. "That's good to hear. But if anyone ever disrespects you or makes you feel out of place, don't hesitate to let me know," he stated firmly, his gaze sharp. "I won't tolerate that. You have my support." Monica softly nodded, taking hold of his hand. "Hopefully, it never comes to that. But if it does, I'll definitely inform you."

Andreas' grin widened slightly. He reached out, gently cupped Monica's face, and planted another light kiss on her cheek. His hand then returned to her leg, inching closer to her thigh. "Mhmm," he murmured, inhaling her scent hungrily. "You smell so sweet, it's tempting." Monica blushed and giggled in embarrassment, but she also caressed the hand that ventured near her throbbing desire. "I wonder what surprise you have in store for me."

His fingers delved deeper under her dress, teasingly caressing her clit in circular motions. Monica closed her eyes, sinking back into her seat, and let out a soft moan. As Andreas continued his sensual play, his voice took on a darker tone. "Oh, many surprises," he smirked. Suddenly, Monica's eyes flew open, displaying a trace of concern. This made Andreas pause and he asked, "Princess, what's wrong?"

Monica hesitated, then gathered her courage. "Can you... be a bit more gentle this time?" she requested. Slowly, Andreas' wide grin returned. He leaned over, engaging her in a passionate frenzy of tongues. Nipping at her bottom lip, he chuckled deeply. "Of course, Monica. I'll do anything to make you feel comfortable, my baby girl."

Monica gasped as she felt his fingers penetrate her deeply. She watched him withdraw his hand and sensually suck his fingers clean. Andreas remained focused on her, and the growing heat between them was palpable. Amidst her racing heartbeat, Monica managed to say, "Keep your eyes on the road, or we might find it hard to resist temptation." Andreas smirked, diverting his gaze ahead. Now, his eyes were fixed on the road, allowing Monica to catch her breath. However, she was acutely aware of his watchful gaze, and it sent delightful shivers down her spine.

Excitement mixed with nervousness as Monica realized Andreas had a wild side. She didn't know what he had in store for her, and silently hoped he wouldn't overwhelm her. Lewd images danced in her mind, and Andreas playfully tugged at her ear. "Relax," he assured her. "I promise to be as gentle as can be."

They arrived at Andreas' place shortly after. While Monica headed upstairs to his bedroom, Andreas excused himself to attend to some business. As she entered the room, her attention was drawn to a collection of photos displayed on a nearby table. One particular image caught her eye-an adorable snapshot of Andreas as a child, cradled in the arms of his beautiful mother.

His mother had honey blonde hair and bright blue eyes, radiating happiness as Andreas laughed. However, the man beside them wore a different expression. His piercing blue eyes held tension and fear, his lips stern and devoid of a smile. Monica could now understand where Andreas inherited his scary demeanor.