Lucien turned briefly to the large coffee table and opened the drawer underneath to extract something. When he turned back, Sophie saw it was a little bottle.
"Turn over."
She sat up, then paused, as his cock was right there and irresistible. She dipped her head and licked him, then slid her mouth over him and took his length into her mouth. He groaned in appreciation, rocked his hips and stroked a hand over her hair. She felt him grow harder still, and then he wound her hair around his fingers and eased her head off him.
"Not yet, Princess." He leaned down and kissed her disappointment away, then released her hair down her back. "Lie down and turn over."
Sophie dropped back onto the rug and flipped over onto her front, her hands a pillow beneath her forehead and the heat of anticipation between her legs. Lucien brushed a fleeting kiss against the small of her back, then moved to straddle her thighs. As he settled, the tip of his erection nudged against her silk-covered backside, a reminder of what was to come.
Droplets of massage oil dripped one, two, three, down her spine, and then the same drip, drip, drip was over her shoulder blades. The lush scent of orange blossom tinged the air as Lucien placed the small glass bottle on the floor near to her face, and Sophie’s eyes wandered over the black label. Neroli Sensual Massage Oil. The now familiar silver Knight Inc. logo was discreetly imprinted across the bottom, a tiny shining star over the 'i' in the name.
In his name. Lucien Knight, the man behind the logo, and at that moment the man behind Sophie. His hands swept down her back, making long, sure strokes to work the oil across her skin. He was feather light across her shoulders, and his thumbs rolled in rhythm up each bump of her spine, then back down again one by one to the top of her knickers. He hitched them down so they lay across the tops of her thighs, and Sophie instinctively wiggled her bared bottom. The act of having her flesh exposed felt far more indecent than simply being naked.
Lucien's warm, slippery palms closed over her buttocks and squeezed, his thumbs sinful as they slid inside the seam with every new contraction of his fingers. Each time he passed over the tight little entrance he paused for a breath, and Sophie held hers. Each time he moved on she released the breath, for the most part in relief, and a tiny part in regret. The knowledge sat between them that he intended to use the butt plug at some point before nightfall and it had her on edge, waiting, half anxious, half excited. He applied a tiny amount of pressure with his thumb on the next pass, and she tensed, gasped a little. In response Lucien leaned his head down and nuzzled her neck, his breath a warm tickle against her ear.
"Relax, Sophie." His chest blanketed her back, his hand still on her bottom. The fire had her warm all over, and his body was slick on hers thanks to the neroli oil. "It's not time yet." His thumb traced slow, secret circles as his teeth grazed her ear. "But you like this, don't you?"
Sophie closed her eyes, breathed in deeply through her nose, and nodded. She did. She really, really did.
"Good." She heard rather than saw his smile. He shifted his hand a little, replacing his thumb with his index finger. Sophie moved against his hand. The flat of his thumb had felt sensual. The pad of his crooked index finger felt predatory as he stroked her, his touch more purposeful. "You've tensed again." He kissed the nape of her neck. "Remember back to the club, Sophie. In the cinema?"
Sophie remembered it in glorious technicolour, and yes, she remembered how his finger inside her backside had made her come. But this was different. That had been quick and dirty. This was slow and sensual, and the anticipation of the silver acorn had her gasping as Lucien pushed his finger just inside her, a gentle preamble. His lips trailed her shoulder as he slid his finger out again, and then in a little bit further second time around.
He had her, and he knew it. She felt him laugh softly against her neck when she pushed her bottom upwards, an instinctive attempt to make herself more available to his touch. He gave her what she craved, pushed deeper into her and crooked his finger a little.
"You have no idea how much I’d like to fuck you here," he whispered, his mouth hot on her neck.
If he had sheathed himself and done exactly that, Sophie wouldn't have stopped him. His fingers were magic, and she was under his spell completely.
But he didn't. He eased his finger out instead and sat up.
"Turn over."
He pulled her knickers down her legs and flung them aside, then straddled her thighs again.
Sophie sucked in warm air as she looked up at him, big and bronze in the golden firelight. His thighs held hers closed, and his erection rested against her hip. His eyes moved over her and lingered on her breasts.
"You're very beautiful."
Compliments were thin on the ground in her everyday life, and Sophie usually found them hard to accept, but in that moment she had no doubt about Lucien's sincerity. His eyes told her anyway, without the need for words.
He tipped a little more neroli oil into his hands and rubbed them together, then cupped his hands over her shoulders and massaged them lightly. His erection pressed against her stomach as he leaned forward, and Sophie sighed with pleasure. It was beyond sensual, being naked and warm here with his oiled hands on her body. He took his time, sliding his hands down the lengths of her arms, transferring the oil all the way to her fingertips. Her fingers curled around his, and he squeezed them lightly before moving his hands to span her ribcage.
Sophie closed her eyes and let her emotions wash over her.
Peace. Desire. Gratitude. Passion. Contentment.
And then Lucien's hands moved down to massage the apex at the top of her legs, and the only emotion there was room for was desire.
Lucien cupped her sex and worked an oiled finger inside her lips.
Jesus, she felt good. Hot, and wet for him already. Sophie seemed to have no idea just how sexy she was, especially times like this when she gave up her inhibitions and just let go. Her body gleamed in the golden light from the fire and her clitoris blossomed as he ran his finger down the length of her sex. Her breath quickened to shallow, as did his when she sunk her teeth into the side of her hand to stop herself from crying out. He leaned in and sucked her candy pink nipples in turn, gratified by the way her fingers delved into his hair and raked his scalp. He leaned back again, one hand still between her legs, the softness of her breast in the other. Watching her give in to her body's desires was just about the sexiest thing he'd ever seen, far better than porn made for the purpose. She was all curves and softness, and every time he touched her clitoris her thighs pressed against his as she tried to open her legs.