Page 45 of White Room Virgin

The door to the room was only ajar, and Lucien would be coming in at any moment. I quickly placed the photo next to the bedside lamp and hoped for a painless encounter. When Lucien entered and saw me, he stopped in surprise. “What are you doing here?” he asked irritably, looking around the room cautiously.

“What are you doing to me?” I asked, my voice shaking. “Do you enjoy messing with me?”

Lucien closed the door behind him and set his worn leather bag down to the floor. “I don’t understand.”

“Today! With that woman!” My voice sounded so demanding, accusatory, emotional, and strange that I covered my mouth in horror.

“Jo?” Lucien asked, irritated. “My sister?”

“What?”

“Josephine. She wanted to see how I was doing,” he explained, hanging his coat over the back of the chair and taking off his shoes.

“That’s … nice,” I said sheepishly, hanging my head. I wanted to sink into the ground. “I should go.”

When I looked up again, Lucien was already sitting next to me. “What do you want in my room?” he asked calmly.

My heart was beating like a drum and I felt hot. It wasn’t good to have him so close to me. I couldn’t let that happen. I glanced toward the door for help but was unable to run away. I was paralyzed. “I just wanted to …”

… feel a little better, I finished the sentence in my head.

Knowing that the woman was his sister had already helped. I should have been out the door by now.

“Can I kiss you?” Lucien asked out of the blue.

My heart stopped for a moment as I stared at him. “Why would you ask that?”

“I haven’t given you a choice yet,” he replied ruefully. “But I hope you won’t say no.”

The image that kept replaying in my mind since our last kiss was the moment I wrapped my hands around Lucien’s head and pushed him away. I thought, forever. But then he had sunk to his knees in front of me …

And now he was sitting next to me, looking at me with his bright green eyes, sad and hopeful at the same time. He fascinated me so much that it took my breath away.

It seemed inconceivable that I would never kiss him again. The longing to feel his lips lingered in my thoughts, prompting a solemn nod.

Slowly, he leaned toward me and kissed me gently. Fireworks ignited in my head when his soft lips touched mine. His warmth flowed into me, followed by a tingling sensation on my skin that felt like bubbling spring water. Overwhelmed by his closeness, his scent, and his sudden passion, I gasped, held onto the bed and pressed myself against him.

My heart raced as he put his hand on the back of my neck and moved closer. When I opened my mouth and let his tongue in, his breath seemed to penetrate me. This time, I joined in the game, nudging the tip of his tongue with mine, circling it like a dance and sucking his lips into me. My whole body throbbed, heat rose to my head, and the blood pooled in my middle. I hesitantly touched Lucien’s neck, played with a few strands of hair and stroked his cheek with my thumb. He didn’t have much of a beard, but it seemed like he’d only shaved this morning. I ran my hand over his chest and ribs, found my way under his shirt, and stroked his back. His skin was much warmer than I expected, and my touch elicited a sweet sigh from him.

Lucien pulled away from my lips and kissed my neck. At the same time, he slipped both hands under my sweater and touched my nipples. I gasped and bit my lip.

“Take this off,” he said, pulling the sweater over my head. “Sit on the bed.”

The way he told me what to do made my blood boil and I obeyed him without resistance, sitting on the bed and watching him expectantly. Although I was hot, I felt a cool breeze and shivered. But maybe it was Lucien’s gaze. He greedily eyed my upper body, running his fingers over my neck, down my chest to my belly button. I flinched when he reached my waistband. My pants had long since become tight and the pulling sensation spread through my whole body. Lucien licked his lips and caressed my belly. A muffled groan escaped me. I was on the verge of unzipping my pants myself.

Lucien clearly enjoyed torturing me. He smiled mischievously and watched me intently as he continued to rub my penis through my pants. And God, he was getting faster and faster.

I found it hard to keep my composure. My eyelids kept falling shut, and as I opened my mouth to take a deep breath,he surprised me with a passionate kiss. I sank back onto the bed, and he leaned over me like a predator. His intense kiss made me forget everything. I just wanted him; I had completely succumbed to him.

I longingly pushed my hand back under his shirt. I wanted to feel his warmth even though my own body was already burning. Finally, he undid the button on my pants and slipped his hand inside.

“Holy…” I gasped as he touched me. In my mind’s eye, I saw him kneeling in front of me again and putting it in his mouth. I felt the wet, warm tightness and then … I had already come.

Lucien smiled, still holding my penis and stroking one of my nipples with his other hand. I was breathing heavily, completely dazed by his intoxicating scent, and I still hadn't had enough. He observed my body with pleasure and continued massaging. “Do you want to know what it feels like?”

I nodded anxiously, and Lu leaned over me to grab a condom and lube from a drawer. Then he removed my pants and threw them on the floor. Everything happened so fast, and suddenly, he was kneeling between my legs and yanking his shirt over his head. The sight of his beautiful body took my breath away. His muscles looked like those of a shapely statue in the soft light, and his skin appeared flawless and clear.

He leaned down to me, kissing a trail from my belly button to my cock. Even though I had just come, my body was already pumping a lot of blood into my center again, and when Lucien kissed my glans, a soft moan escaped me again.

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