“I miss you.”
One sentence. Two words. It only took one breath for Lucas to enchant Velia’s consciousness. Despite the distance between them and without exchanging glances, it couldn’t prevent him from rendering Velia motionless.
The call had ended. Velia’s phone screen went dark, a sign that the call had ended quite a while ago. However, that’s just how Velia is. She remained lost in thought, unable to stop thinking about Lucas.
Velia took a deep breath. Now there was no more concentration for work. Instead, her focus shifted to the time. She grew restless as she felt time passing by so slowly.
Finally, it was time to leave the office. Velia hurriedly made her way, paying no attention to the people around her. She rushed to the parking lot and quickly got into her car.
Carter waited for Velia to settle comfortably and fasten her seatbelt before driving the car. He asked, “Does you want to stop by somewhere first?”
Velia shook her head. “No, please drive faster.”
“Alright.”
In reality, it did not take long to reach the apartment. However, it did not mean Velia could sit calmly. In fact, she was restless as she stared at her phone, filled with uncertainty. She wanted to contact Lucas but was afraid of disturbing his rest.
Velia’s patience paid off. The car passed through the security gate, and it did not take long for her to step foot in the apartment courtyard.
Velia hurried. She took the elevator in a rush and entered the passcode as quickly as possible. When she entered, she called out, “Luc?”
Velia went to the bedroom to put down her bag and shoes. Lucas’s absence made her immediately step out again.
Velia faintly heard a voice. It came from the entertainment room, and it turned out to be true. Lucas was indeed there.
Lucas turned when Velia appeared at the doorway. He looked relaxed in a white t-shirt and blue lounge pants. His face was bright, and he smiled.
“You’re home already?”
Velia nodded as she approached Lucas, who was sitting on the long sofa. The fresh scent she caught gave her an easy guess.
“You must have showered.”
Lucas laughed. He opened his arms to welcome Velia’s presence.
“Of course.”
Velia sank into Lucas’s embrace. Her lungs took full advantage of the situation. She inhaled the masculine scent emanating from Lucas’s body, savoring it.
“You look healthy now, Luc.”
The embrace loosened. Velia and Lucas locked eyes in a straight line. Their eyes sparkled as Velia’s hands traced Lucas’s face.
“Thanks to the care of the greatest nurse in the world,” Lucas said while holding Velia’s waist. He savored the touch on his face and couldn’t resist bringing their lips together in a fleeting kiss. “Of course, I’m healthy now.”
“I hope you’re really healthy. I don’t want you pretending just to be able to go to the office tomorrow. If you do that and get sick again, I won’t take care of you.”
Lucas grinned with a challenging look. “You doubt my health, Ve?”
Velia blinked. Lucas’s narrowed eyes as he looked at her brought confusion. She raised both shoulders briefly.
“Do I have to prove to you that I’m really healthy?”
Velia’s eyes widened. Her confusion ended with one possibility that immediately crossed her mind. The question and smirk made her realize Lucas’s intention.
Velia was flustered. She tried to pull away, but Lucas’s hands held her.
“Luc.”
Velia bit her lower lip unintentionally, but her soft voice gave the impression of a sigh. It was further enhanced by an unexpected huskiness.
Lucas raised an eyebrow, clearly aware of Velia’s voice change. Along with his chest rising and falling so prominently in an effort to suppress his restlessness.
It seemed difficult for Velia to remain calm now. Her hands, still on Lucas’s shoulders, began to tremble. The tangible effect when Velia realized that the atmosphere between them could change so quickly.
Velia swallowed her saliva. Her gaze returned to Lucas, and she was stunned. The way Lucas looked at her left her helpless.
Lucas smiled. It was faint, but very clear. He could feel Velia’s hands on his shoulders slowly moving as if wanting to hold on.
Another confusion arose. Whether it was Lucas’s hand that moved or Velia’s hand, the bottom line was Velia’s body floated for a moment. It shifted. Smoothly landing on his lap.
Their lips met in a sweet encounter. A tangible proof where words became unnecessary.
Lucas groaned. He pressed his lips against Velia’s with a demanding force, leaving him no choice but to surrender.
Lucas tilted his head to the side, finding the perfect position to devour Velia’s upper lip. Then he kissed her lower lip, feeling its softness and igniting Velia’s simmering passion.
Lucas successfully awakened Velia’s instincts, urging her to reciprocate. It began with Velia’s hesitant movement, her hand shifting from his shoulder to wrap around his neck, intensifying their closeness.
Unfortunately, it was not enough. Velia wanted more when their embrace could not satisfy her desires. Her fingers moved and tangled in Lucas’s slightly damp hair. She squeezed it gently and let out a moan.
Lucas initiated the next step of escalation. He started with a passionate suction, erasing Velia’s tongue in a sensually captivating manner. It was a perfect choice to ignite the flames of desire even brighter.
Velia’s fingers gripped Lucas’s hair tighter. It was a natural response as Lucas’s suction engulfed her tongue, creating a tremor-inducing sensation.
Velia reacted instinctively. Her body leaned forward, her chest thrusting out, and she opened her mouth to give Lucas the freedom to explore every sensation she possessed.
Sweet. Intoxicating. Full of feminine passion.
A myriad of flavors and sensations greeted Lucas’s senses. He created an addiction that made him greedy. Lucas wanted to experience more, greedily seizing control of his consciousness.
A wave of heat surged, making Velia restless. Along with Lucas’s roaming hands on her back, she felt like she was on fire. The explosion of passion ignited within her, making her succumb to Lucas’s advances.
Velia’s tongue slipped away from Lucas’s suction, creating an opportunity for her to follow her instincts. Whether it was giving passionate kisses or teasingly sweeping her tongue, she did it all, and as a result, her body squirmed in response.
Tremors arose. Velia’s body trembled with waves of passion. Her toes curled, and she thought she would burst as Lucas’s moan reverberated in her mouth.
The temperature rose. Heat surged. Blood boiled, creating a dizzying sensation that left Velia swaying. She was almost helpless when the remaining shreds of her sanity taught her to tease.
Velia’s hand descended. She released the pleasure of feeling Lucas’s hair and now focused on exploring his solid shoulders with a shy touch. Then she moved to his broad chest, and masculine groans resounded once again.
Lucas mirrored her actions. As Velia traversed his body, he also explored as if unwilling to be outdone. From her back to her open thighs in his lap.
The kiss paused for a moment. Lucas withdrew slightly, his eyes clouded as he observed what Velia was doing.
Velia’s hand moved to her own chest. Her fingers hurriedly undid one button after another.
Lucas swallowed hard. His Adam’s apple bobbed up and down, and he couldn’t wait any longer. He assisted, also lending a hand to remove Velia’s shirt.
The shirt opened. Released. Discarded. It lay forgotten on the floor while Lucas immediately focused on the skin around Velia’s collarbone. He ignored the necklace adorning her there and landed his lips.
Velia moaned. Her face tilted upward, eyes closed. She savored each sucking sensation Lucas bestowed upon her skin.
“Oh, Luc.”
Velia’s moan darkened Lucas’s vision. He seemed blinded, and all he saw were the protrusions teasingly peeking from her bra.
Her breasts swayed and tantalized. She enticed Lucas, leaving no time to be wasted. Several choices presented themselves, and Lucas would indulge in all of them.
Lucas sucked on Velia’s breast, strong and rhythmic, causing her to whimper and grip his hair even tighter. Her chest heaved, craving more than just his suction alone.
Velia’s body arched sensually. She gestured without words, offering her breasts to Lucas. Of course, the offer was gladly accepted.
One of Lucas’s hands moved behind Velia’s back, unfastening the bra, and it flew aimlessly in the next moment.
Lucas remained still. He was captivated, as even a simple breath could be incredibly enticing when it came from Velia. His gaze never ceased to watch her rising and falling chest in a sensual motion.
“Luc.”
The moan that escaped Velia’s lips snapped Lucas out of his reverie. It was like a signal urging him to continue the momentarily paused game.
Lucas’s hands moved in unison. He touched Velia’s nipples, causing her to close her eyes. Slowly, he began to move with purpose. Squeezing in a rhythmic manner that made Velia squirm restlessly on his lap.
Velia’s restlessness fueled Lucas. His blood surged and flowed swiftly towards a particular point. Proof of the desire that did not take long to manifest in passionate moans from below.
Lucas growled. One of his hands reached for Velia’s back, pulling her closer so he could devour her nipples. Sucking. Licking. Using the warmth of his tongue to tease that spot within his mouth.
“Oh, my goodness, Luc.”
Lucas’s eyes lost their clarity. The fog of desire intensified, stirring him up and shifting his attention to another nipple while both hands squeezed Velia’s buttocks.
Velia’s rationality was pushed to the limit. Her defenses crumbled. She clenched Lucas’s shoulders, holding on as her body involuntarily acted beyond her control.
Velia’s hips moved. Slowly, she rubbed her lower body against Lucas.
An unfamiliar yet familiar sensation arose. A tantalizing pressure tickled her femininity.
Velia tried to be patient within the tantalizing touch that intoxicated her. Unfortunately, Lucas could not cooperate. He released Velia’s nipple with a tight and firm pull, creating a long, melodic moan from Velia’s throat.
But it did not stop there. His tongue extended, licking Velia’s skin. He bestowed wet caresses as he trailed along her neck.
Moving upward, Lucas reached Velia’s ear. He nibbled on the lobe, giving a fleeting bite.
“Take off your skirt, darling.”
The breathy whisper and mischievous words opened Velia’s eyes. It awakened her to the desire that had shattered her defenses.
“I want to make love to you.”
Even if Velia did not desire the same thing, it seemed she could not resist. The seductive and teasing words held a magic that successfully hypnotized her.
Trembling, Velia rose from the sofa. She was disoriented in the tumultuous waves of desire. Her fingers felt weak, but eventually, she managed to unzip her skirt.
Lucas’s gaze quickly shifted. He noticed the traces of dampness imprinted on her pink panties. A clear indication that Velia was ready for him.
The sight successfully ignited Lucas’s initiative. He lifted himself slightly off the sofa, pushing down both her pants and panties in one swift motion.
Velia welcomed it. She assisted in freeing Lucas from the confinement of his pants while he quickly removed his shirt.
One particular point immediately caught Velia’s attention. Her eyes widened. Shocked, she was captivated by his proud and erect masculinity. Fully aroused.
Lucas reached out his hand, grasping Velia’s fingers. It was a faint but clear signal. He wanted Velia back in his lap.
However, it seemed Velia did not agree with Lucas’s desire. She was entranced by the hypnotic spell. Something within her awakened, making her realize that it was the first time she saw Lucas’s masculinity so clearly.
In the bright light of the afternoon sun, its warm rays penetrated through the clean window glass. It provided more illumination than Velia had anticipated.
Lucas swallowed hard. The intense gaze from Velia made his body tense.
Stiff.
Frozen.
A primitive urge emerged. He created a push that made Lucas pull Velia’s hand. Guided without words, Lucas led her, and Velia knelt.
Velia maintained her position on both knees. Right in front of Lucas, her hands gripping the side of the sofa.
Velia’s face tilted upward. For a moment, she looked at the pleading Lucas. He appeared pitiful and full of hope. Especially when his voice inquired.
“Do you want to touch me?”
Velia remained silent. Instead of answering, she took a deep breath. Gathering her courage, her hand extended.
Slightly hesitant. Impressionably unsure. But in the end, her delicate touch landed where it should.
A surge choked Lucas. He could not breathe. Even without a response, he already knew what Velia desired.
Velia’s index finger touched the wetness at the tip of Lucas’s masculinity. She caressed and spread it all around.
It was a touch that Velia had never imagined in her lifetime. Including Lucas’s reaction, which prompted another surge of courage in Velia. Doubt and uncertainty were pushed aside, replaced by the play of five fingers.
Stroking. Caressing. Gripping.
Lucas was overwhelmed. His eyes blinked unfocused, and the world seemed to spin.
“Oh, my goodness.”
Lucas’s deep voice conveyed suffering within his desire. He was tormented by the surging passion.
Velia was stunned. She could not believe it when she found that her touch could make Lucas throw his head back. His breath was erratic, and he was gasping.
Velia’s courage multiplied. Lucas’s suffering made her braver. Braver still. Even braver than that.
Lucas moaned, and Velia remembered something important. Details that were embedded in her mind about everything Lucas did to her femininity. Some things involving caresses, strokes, and…
Lucas’s moan was cut off. His eyes widened. A warmth and moisture enveloped his masculinity suddenly.
Without Lucas anticipating it. Without him being prepared.
“Ve.”
Lucas looked at her with an incredulous gaze. Velia’s luscious lips engulfed his masculinity. And she did it with a face that seemed to be thoroughly enjoying it.
A groan shook Lucas’s chest. The repressed desire made him press Velia’s head. Then he closed his eyes dramatically.
Velia’s tongue traced along Lucas’s masculinity. She licked it as if it were the most delicious delicacy ever tasted. Curiosity took over, and she continued to explore.
Up and down. Velia ended with a deep kiss at the tip of his masculinity.
Lucas held his breath. Not only because Velia’s mouth was wreaking havoc on his body, but more than that.
There was a gaze that made Lucas freeze. The way Velia looked at him and aimed at him was even more powerful in freezing his soul and body.
Lucas tried to breathe. He tried to hold on to the notion that his torment had been enough. But Velia shattered that thought in an instant.
Those slender fingers did not want to be left out. They wanted to play a part in teasing. Not too ambitious, they could play with Lucas’s testicles.
It was a small touch. It seemed insignificant, but Lucas groaned even louder in uncontrollable pleasure.
Velia too. Lucas’s groans ignited her courage and self-passion. Without hesitation, she once again enveloped Lucas’s masculinity in the warmth of her mouth.
In and out. Velia fully enjoyed Lucas’s masculinity. Her body writhed in a sensual dance, and she pressed herself almost chokingly.
Lucas gasped. Both hands acted and he held Velia’s shoulders. Slowly, he pushed her away.
Another sight made Lucas feel like the world stopped spinning. In a blink of an eye, everything became so clear.
Little by little, his masculinity left Velia’s lipstick-covered mouth.
“Oh, my goodness!” Lucas swallowed his saliva while Velia looked desperate.
“Don’t you like it?” Velia asked.
Lucas was flustered. “Believe me, Ve,” he said while caressing Velia’s face. “I like it so much that I almost faint. Your mouth is delightful, but…”
Sweat dripped down Lucas’s forehead. He took a deep breath to calm himself a little.
“… I want to be inside you. I want to make love to you,” Lucas pleaded. “Come here, my love. I know you want it too.”
Velia stood up without waiting for the second trance. She approached, and Lucas immediately grabbed her waist, guiding her to his lap.
Lucas saw the glistening wetness of Velia’s femininity. He parted it slowly and descended towards his eagerly waiting masculinity.
Velia let out a moan. Her head fell back, filled with the sensation of Lucas’s masculinity thrusting inside her.
“Oh, Ve.”
Lucas groaned. His breath was heavy, and he needed time to calm himself from the euphoria of their union.
The same went for Velia. She tried to compose herself as her femininity had a will of its own. Her muscles moved and tightly embraced Lucas’s masculinity.
It seemed that Velia did not need much time to adjust to Lucas’s presence inside her femininity. Just a moment, and then she began to move.
Her hips swayed. Her body writhed. Velia did not need any cues when her primal instincts took over and became the ruler.
The call of instinct was fulfilled. Velia moved according to the desires of her body and heart. Forward and backward, in a sensual rhythm, repeatedly.
Velia was carried away. She was so selfish that Lucas felt the same. She invited Lucas to drown with her.
Sensations filled Lucas’s senses. It greeted every nerve with indescribable pleasure.
Intoxicated and turning the world upside down. Lucas was too busy enjoying himself. Not only because of Velia’s femininity, but there was another part that tempted him as well.
Lucas would not let Velia’s breasts go unnoticed. Like a lover who always pleases, he made sure that part received its adoration too.
Lucas’s mouth and hands joined in. He squeezed and nibbled. Relentlessly, without pause, without hesitation.
Lucas’s touch fueled Velia’s arousal. Her movements became more passionate. She became more consumed by the overwhelming desire.
Heat was generated. Every friction produced sparks. It ignited other flames, making it burn brighter. It brought tingling sensations, making Velia tremble.
She felt dizzy. The world seemed unreal in Velia’s eyes. Everything was uncertain, like mere shadows.
Truly, it was a love that made them float. While Velia was busy creating the harmony of love, there was Lucas who incessantly teased. His squeezes and nibbles were a perfect combination.
“Oh, Luc.”
Lucas growled. There was a change that could not escape his sight and touch. Velia’s change forced him to leave the pleasure he was savoring.
The squeezes and nibbles ceased. Lucas’s hands moved to Velia’s back. He held her there as her movements intensified significantly.
“Luc.”
Velia grew more passionate, unable to contain her moans. Her once rhythmic movements became chaotic. She lost her direction and purpose.
Lucas’s embrace-maintained Velia’s position. He held her as tightly as possible when Velia thrusted deeper and faster.
Lucas clenched his jaw. His strong embrace managed to bring Velia back to the proper rhythm. Not only that, she became more focused and controlled.
Velia returned Lucas’s embrace. She clung to his neck and intensified her movements.
Sweat poured down. They were drenched in sweat. Their breath became labored, and amidst it all, Velia could only moan in anguish.
Lucas was no different. He suffered as well from the tingling sensations along his masculinity. He felt tortured, especially when Velia pressed harder.
Desperation approached Velia. She felt as if she was standing on the edge of a precipice, and her desire made her burn even more, submerging Lucas’s masculinity.
Velia kept pushing. She engulfed every inch of Lucas within herself. Sinking and submerging. Buried in her femininity that thrashed in the throes of passion.
Lucas did not remain idle. He ignited one final spark in Velia in the form of nibbles on her earlobe. Biting and nibbling, he caressed Velia’s pleasure point.
There was no defense left to hold onto. Velia was truly cornered on the edge of helplessness. She could only scream when the fire that Lucas had ignited grew larger and finally consumed her. Devouring her, turning her into scattered ashes.
“Luc!”
Velia’s feminine muscles tightened. Lucas immediately took control of their lovemaking, pushing and pulling Velia’s waist.
Once. Twice. Three times.
Lucas’s face hardened with a clear purpose that loomed in his eyes. He held his breath. Kept pushing. And then, a similar pleasure struck.
Lucas pulled Velia’s body with all his strength. He forced it until the peak of his masculinity entered and collided with Velia’s cervix.
An explosion occurred. Seeds of love scattered.
Lucas gasped with an indescribable shock. The pleasure was not just a fulfillment of his biological desire, but more than that. There was an overwhelming surge of happiness and euphoria that filled his heart.
“Wow!”
Lucas grinned as Velia dropped her head on his shoulder. She looked exhausted and covered in sweat.
Lucas’s kiss landed on the side of Velia’s head. Along with his gentle strokes on her damp back. He took a breath and whispered softly.
“Ve?”
Velia responded weakly. “Hmm?”
A tickle made the corners of Lucas’s lips twitch. Velia’s feeble response tickled him, prompting Lucas to ask.
“Do you think I’m completely healed now?”
*