Her fantasy

Chapter 2

Scarlett Wolff

“M…Mr… Lucien…” I called surprisingly when I walked inside the room from the bathroom and met him sitting on the bed.

“What are you doing here?” My voice came out almost in a whisper as I swallowed nothing, biting my lip.

He stood up, closing the distance between us, pulling me into his arms, wrapping an arm around my waist, his hazel eyes gazing into mine.

“You look…gorgeous, Scarlett… I don't know… I can't think straight. I think I'm losing my mind,” he said breathlessly, his long finger tucking my hair away. He stared at me lustfully.

Is my dream finally coming true? Does he feel the same way for me?

“I want you, Scarlett… from the moment I first set my eyes on you, I've always wanted you…” he hushed, and swallowed a breath before he continued. “I've suppressed this desire for years, but I can't do it anymore. I'm trying hard to control it, but with you here… with you here, I think I'm going to lose my mind if I keep trying to suppress it,” he gazed into my eyes lustfully like a desperate man who would do anything to have me on his bed.

I opened my mouth to talk, but words failed me as I was too overwhelmed by excitement.

“I…want you… Mr—”

He held my cheek in his big and warm palm, his thumb gently caressing my lips as he cut me off gently. “Lucien… call me Lucien,” he corrected, and I swallowed nothing.

“Lu…cien… I want you, Lucien,” my voice came out in a whisper, my heart beating rapidly in my chest. I felt my core tighten, warmth spreading through me.

He leaned close, supporting my face up to meet his as our lips collided in a spark of electricity. I felt the rush of adrenaline. An undeniable burning desire. It felt as though my body was on fire, and all I wanted was for him to quench it for me.

My pulse quickened, a gasp tearing through my throat as he trailed kisses all over my face and down to my neck, nibbling on the nape of my neck, forcing a moan off my lips. It felt like I was on another planet, and wherever I was at the moment, coming back was the last thing I wanted.

“Scarlett…” his deep baritone voice moaning my name sounded like music to my ears. A music I would never get tired of listening to. A music I wouldn't mind listening to every day for the rest of my life. The way he called my name was… It was just so sweet.

My legs trembled as my knees weakened, causing me to lose my balance, but he caught me in his arms right in time.

Lucien swept me off my feet, gently lowering me to my bed, his eyes didn't leave mine.

“Permission to do this…” he hushed, referring to taking my towel off. A man asking for consent is just so amazing. Isn't he perfect?

I nodded my head, and that was all he needed to gently unwrap the towel, unveiling my naked body which laid underneath it.

My cheeks flushed in embarrassment, and my heart pounded nervously. Many questions ran through my mind.

Does he find my body attractive? Was I good enough?

Again, I was suddenly unconfident about my body.

My thoughts were disrupted by the warm kiss on my jawline, tracing it down to my neck and proceeding to my shoulder. He pulled away, his eyes feasting lustfully on my hard nipples, pointing firmly at him, seeking his attention.

Lucien reached for my nipple, pinching it, sending shivers down my spine as my heart quickened. I bit my lip to suppress the loud moan that was trying to force its way out of my lips.

“Fuck, Lucien!” I groaned pleasurably, pressing his head against my chest and pushing my chest up when he took one of my nipples in his mouth, fondling the other one with his warm palm.

I pressed my legs together, tightening the walls of my pussy subconsciously as heat blossomed between them. My heartbeat was so loud that I literally heard it in my ear. He did justice to the other one.

I shuddered under him as he trailed kisses down my stomach, licking on my belly button.

Lucien gently patted my legs, inviting a cold breeze to grace my neatly shaved pussy.

“Don't do that!” His voice came out in a gentle scolding, scowling, when I tried to press my legs together, and I found myself obeying him as I parted my legs for him to have a better view of it.

“You look… beautiful down here,” his face brightened impressively, and my cheeks flushed excitedly. I was glad he liked it.

My skin tingled, anticipating his touch, and he finally did it as his hand crawled up my inner thigh, rubbing it gently and sending sparks down my spine. A sharp gasp tore through my throat, my heart pulsating, arching my waist as his hand made it up to my slimmy swollen pussy.

I shuddered as he rubbed his finger gently against my bare pussy, his eyes never leaving mine, a smirk dancing at the corner of his lips.

He leaned in, claiming my lips in a flamy kiss that spread warmth all over my body.

My core tightened, yearning for his touch.

Lucien gently rubbed his finger against my pussy, stroking and caressing it gently, igniting the burning desire within me.

“Ugh… fuck!” I cursed out loudly, grabbing the bed spread, my toes curling on their own. My hands flew to his back, digging my fingers into his bare back, pulling him in and arching my waist in a bid to push his finger inside me, but he resisted.

“Not so fast, momma…” the way he called me that, the way he looked into my eyes, and his warm breath fanning my face. Fuck! I might lose my fucking mind at this point.

Lucien gently tapped his finger against my pussy, teasing it. With every touch from him, unveiled the undeniable desire in me.

Lucien finally slipped two of his middle fingers inside me, gently rubbing his thumb against my clitoris. That was all it took for me to scream. The pleasure was so overwhelming that I couldn't control it.

This was a dream come true for me. Something I've been fantasising about and looking forward to for the past five years. It was finally here, and I couldn't get enough of it.

Lucien leaned his face in between my legs, his fingers moving gently inside me almost in a circular motion, his thumb never stopped rubbing against my clitoris.

My stomach twitched and threw my hands to my head, grabbing a handful of my hair and pulling on it as Lucien's lips caressed the tender flesh down there, his tongue exploring every inch of my clitoris as he moved his fingers inside me faster this time.

“Luc…ien… please…” I cried out in pleasure, pressing my head against the pillow, cursing silently. This was so good. So fucking good that I wanted this moment to last long.

He teased my bud, stroking me down there with his tongue, drooling on me, sucking, licking, and nibbling on me, his warm breath caressing me like his life depended on it.

My heart pulsated, my core tightened, and my breath quickened as I felt the rush of adrenaline pumping inside me.

“Ugh! I'm close…’’ I cried out, shutting my eyes tightly and tightening the muscles of my pussy as I felt my cum building up.

I thought Lucien was going to pull away, but instead, he thrusted his tongue inside me along with his fingers.

Relief coursed through me as I released my seed all over his face, and he licked all of it to the last drop without wasting any.

“Luci…” my voice trailed off when I heard a faint knock on my door, and I jerked up to find myself lying on the bed in a pool of my cum and wetness, my body drowning in sweat.

I looked around the room, breathing heavily. There was no sign of Lucien anywhere close, and that was when I realised that it was all in my imagination.

“Fuck!” I cursed, burying my face between my palms disappointedly.

“Scarlett?” I almost jumped out of my skin when I heard Mr. Lucien's voice outside, my heart missing a beat.

“Ye…yes… one second, please,” I quickly jumped off the bed and covered the wet bed with the duvet, then quickly changed my clothes before going to open the door, revealing my ever hot Mr. Lucien, looking as hot as always.

He stared at me with a blank expression on his face for some seconds before he asked. “Is the air conditioner not working? You are sweating,”

“Oh… that… I just showered. I guess it's the water, not sweat,” my voice quivered nervously as I lied to him.

He gave me a long suspicious stare before nodding his head.

“I'm heading out. I'll be back late. Don't wait up for me,”

I blinked my eyes, the urge to ask him where he was going surged through me, but I tried to maintain the boundaries and mind my business.

“Hmm,” I hummed, nodding my head.

He turned and walked away without sparing me another glance.

Where is he going?