Lux sucks

Yes/No (Likely): Is Lux going to get what she wants? | [4,5] Yes

Olan’s scruples aren’t that strong

Lux grins up at Olan mischievously before letting out a partly-genuine gasp as his very erect cock springs free. Yes, she’s seen it before, but not quite so face-to-face. She remembers the feeling of it sliding deep inside her, the warmth, the fulfilment. Butterflies flutter in her stomach, or maybe lower down.

She feels a shudder go through Olan’s whole body as she leans in, extending her tongue to run it slowly along his length. She licks her lips, tasting him, letting the strong masculine scent of him fill her senses.

“We really shouldn’t…” Olan trails off. He sounds like he’s struggling to convince himself at this point.

Gently, Lux pushes at his legs, and – despite himself – he moves them apart, letting her go in closer. She inhales in anticipation before she opens her mouth and slowly takes the head of his cock between her lips.

As confident as she’s trying to seem, Lux hasn’t had a great deal of experience with cocksucking, and she has to pace herself as she gets used to the hard length in her mouth. Still looking up, trying to keep her gaze locked with Olan’s as his eyelids flutter with pleasure, she works her way deeper and deeper, taking more and more of him, tasting him all along her coiling tongue. Her own eyes water a few times as she almost gags, but somehow, that feels good too.

She’s not sure what’s so appealing about the whole experience for her, so satisfying. Is it simply the joy of freedom, of having the collar off, of not being at someone’s mercy for once? Is it the pleasure of an act of such submission while also being the one in control, setting the pace? The sight of his face, flushed with passion and the effort of his slowly-losing fight – the fact that he’s not only struggling to resist the pleasure itself, but also whatever qualms it was that made him so **** in the first place? Something about the absurd notion of corrupting this much older and more experienced widower has a perverse appeal all its own.

After a while, she has to draw back for air, continuing to lick at the head of Olan’s member while she pants for breath. He takes her hand in his, squeezing it, looking like he almost wants to ask her to stop – almost. She smiles at him, laces her fingers together with his, and eases her mouth back to work.

Starting slow once again, she regains her rhythm before gradually increasing the pace. This time she’s able to control her breathing a little better, bobbing her head up and down while trying to maintain eye contact. She can hear the loud slurps each time she pulls up, the inarticulate noises in her throat, her own soft, muffled moans and Olan’s groans of pleasure. He’s close, she can tell, and being able to make him feel this way gives her a pleasant tingle.

“I’m – about to – ” he gasps.

Forewarned and braced, but not willing to break contact, Lux pulls back enough to inhale one last time through her nose before pushing down as far as she can. Her eyes widen as his hard cock twitches at the back of her throat, and his hand squeezes down on hers.

She eases back as she feels him shudder, and then she can taste the warmth of his cum on her tongue, salty and sweet. She looks into his eyes while she swallows it down, watching his expression of dazed pleasure as his orgasm runs its course.

Once she’s gulped down all her has to give, she lifts her head up, her expansive chest heaving as she refills her lungs. She kneels there for a moment, almost as dazed as Olan is, thrilling for the moment in the sheer intensity of the experience they’ve just shared.

Olan is still trembling slightly as he recovers from his orgasm. Catching his breath, he asks quietly, “Do you want me to – maybe I can…?”

Shaking her head, Lux stands and climbs up into his lap, wrapping her legs around him. She can feel herself growing a little faint again. “Just – just hold me, please.”

He reaches over and pulls up the blanket from the bed, wrapping it carefully around Lux, before taking her in his arms. She leans forward, pressing herself against him, sinking into the warmth and safety of the embrace.