Lucien's POV
I knew everything about her, at least the most I could find out. Before Gonzalo told me what he knew about her, I had already gotten the information I needed and I didn't even have to look it up or ask anyone to trail her or find out anything about her. She felt so familiar and right now, she tasted so warm and sweet I could barely keep myself from tearing this annoying outfit she wore.
She needed me just as much as I needed her and I could tell by the way she kept pulling me closer and closer. My hands were all over her body and our tongues synced in the hottest way ever. I leaned in further and grabbed her boobs with my free hand while the other clung to her waist.
I gently reached for her boobs while trying to free them from her bra's grip. When my hands finally found her boobs, they were poked and sensitive, and her body was covered in sweat. My fingers caressed the skin around her nipple and she let out a moan that almost sent me over the edge.
I moved my lips from her mouth to her nipples and sucked in gently. Her body shivered under my breath and I knew it was my cue to keep going. I bit down softly again and probed more and more on her sensitive nipples, and the way she gripped my head, like her sanity was hanging by its last thread of consciousness, propelled me to keep going.
My hands started moving all over her body and while I was trying to get to her core, I was trying to get through amidst the annoying dress she was putting on. My fingers found their way to her core, and she was so wet down there I could feel it through the outfit's thickness. I began rubbing at the feel of her skin against the fabric's surface and she began to move her body according to the rhythm of my fingers.
"Damn it!" I muttered under my breath. She was so wet and so ready for me it drove me nuts wondering who else had her before me. I wanted to know that I was the only one who made her feel this way, the only one who had gotten so close to making her body yearn for something so unholy. Me. I wanted it to be me and me alone. But it didn't matter either way; I was going to be her last. I didn't care if there was someone in her life or someone she would have permitted such access; it was going to be me and just me alone from hereon.
I pulled at the fabric and gently used my fingers to circulate the outer layer of her core, and I could feel it under my fingers as she kept getting wetter and more relaxed under my touch, and that was when I knew it was time. I lowered myself from her upper body and made my way to her center.
I tugged at her panties and she showed no form of hesitation, and I knew that was my cue to go on. I pulled her panties all the way down and reveled in the intoxicating feeling of her scent. I was this close to owning her panties and keeping them just so I could have her scent with me for as long as I could. I finally got her panties off, and I could almost taste her wetness.
It was the closest to the most primal feeling I had experienced, and I looked up, and the expression on her face was enough to send me into a spiral of rage, but it wasn't at her; it was at myself for not finding her sooner.
I slipped one finger into her wetness, and I could tell she ached for more, and that was when I knew it would take everything in me not to plunge into her heat and fully claim her, but I couldn't do that yet. I wanted to make her beg me to take her before I plunge into her wetness.
She was so wet and yet so tight; it both surprised me and made me want to let loose all of my normality. I slipped a second finger inside her core, and she let out a deep moan. I looked up to peak at her face and I could tell she wasn't pretending or forcing the reaction, and it only propelled me further.
Oh, the look on her face was to die for, and it was all it took to get me more and more into the mood. She was everything I had ever wanted, everything I had ever yearned for, but I couldn't make it obvious , I just couldn't because it was too risky for me and everything I stood for, but right now, all I wanted to do was send her to the highest possible point of pleasure.
I leaned in to slip my third finger inside of her warmth, and that's when it dawned on me. She wasn't tight simply because her walls were contracting; she was a virgin. How did it take that long for me to realize? She lay there, and I could tell from the look in her eyes that she wasn't yet ready, and even at this point, with the setting we were in, I wasn't sure if that was something I wanted to do. I mean, I was going to have her in the ways I wanted, but after this new discovery, it would be an insult to take her virginity in such a simple way.
She deserves a better moment, a better place heck, even a better person and, though morally it was the right thing to do, the thought of another getting to take her other than me almost sent me to the edge. If that's what she wanted, I wouldn't stop her, but for now, at this very moment, her body, her mind belonged to me, and I wasn't going to let this rare opportunity slip through my fingers.
I lowered my head and gently placed soft kisses on her stomach and slowly made my way down to her core, and her breath became more and more tense. I wanted her to watch me take her into my mouth; I wanted to see the way her body reacted to my tongue licking and probing at her essence, to see her face curve into the perfect picture for my daydreams, to see her eyes dilate and watch her reach further and closer to ecstasy, the ecstasy that only I could give her. Of course, I wanted to do all that while taking her in with my length and filling her up with my thickness.
Fuck, I would give anything to feel her warmth wrapped around my length, to lean so close to her, knowing I could pierce through her quietest thoughts and pleasures with each stroke, bringing us an inch closer to our climax but for now, this would have to do.
"Look at me, Lana. I want to see your face as I take you in my mouth." And almost instinctively, she responded with the same yearning, and I knew that even if I wasn't sure about a lot of things, I was sure of the fact that she shared the same passionate feeling that I did too.
Her eyes met with mine, and I lowered my head and took her warmth in my mouth. Her body began to rise and move with the rhythm of my tongue, she had no idea how much pleasure this brought me, probably more than it felt for her.