Amilea blushes, trying to find the words. "It's just... Are you sure I'm what you want? Or is something like this what you want...?" Turning the pages of her book, Amilea shows Luke a passage which describes a woman taking control in sex. Luke takes the book and reads the first paragraph he sees on the page.
...She climbed on top of him, to thank him for his time, her wet lips hugged against his now erect rod. She begins to move her hips back and forth, covering his member with her wet juices. "It's so long." She said, feeling the tip jerk back against her rear. She begins to roll her hips in a circle as he moans, feeling him getting harder underneath. She reaches behind her, playing with the tip as his sweet juices roll out. Dripping some on her finger, she licks it seductively. "Can I put it in?"...
Luke feels himself become aroused, his hard bulge pressing against his pants. Before he can respond to her, he notices Amilea has sat down in the chair again, stroking the now protruding bulge. She looks up at him with her bright green eyes almost begging to see it. Without words, she unbuckles his belt, unfastened the button of his pants, and pulls him out. Her tiny hand wraps around the end as she pulls him closer, licking the juice beginning to drip.
Luke quickly looks around the room, ensuring no one else is around. He places the book down with one hand, as he caresses her cheek, moving part of her hair from her face. He begins to softly moan as she runs the tip of her tongue on the bottom of his rod. Slowly, she puts the end in her mouth. Her soft lips gliding over the tip into her warm, moist mouth. The feeling excites him further, as he leans into it, catching himself against the wall. She goes further down, pulling him in until she feels him against the back of her throat. She swallows, slowly pulling him back out. She pulls out enough to allow her to wrap a hand around the base and stroke along, moving up and down, teasing the tip with her tongue. He moans, gathering her hair in his hand behind her head so he can see her face more clearly. "I'm not going to tell you I'm not enjoying this, because clearly I am..." As he speaks, she lifts up, licking the tip as she does to look up at him. She moves her hand to the tip, stroking underneath. He lets out a moan as she does, slowly losing control. "I really am..."
Looking down at her innocent face, he pulls her up from the chair, sitting her on the table beside it. He puts himself in-between her legs, lifting her dress up, pulling her to the edge of the table. "But you don't have anything to prove to me..." He says gently kissing her. "But when you look like that..." Pulling her head back laying her down on the table as he follows. "I just can't help myself from taking that cute, innocent look..." He moves his free hand up her bare leg, to her hip, feeling her silky underwear. He moves his hand down feeling how soaked they are in-between her legs. "And turning it into lust."
Amilea lets out a soft moan as he leans in, kissing her deeply, sliding his tongue inside. Using both hands, he pulls down her underwear, her sweet juices clinging to them. He kneels down, pulling them past her knees, lifting one leg out, and letting them side down the other. He kisses her leg, up the thigh, nibbling a little with each kiss. He licks the juices from the sides, before licking the lips themselves. Amilea moans, lifting up a bit, her body already quivering with excitement. He starts teasing her with his tongue, coyfully licking and teasing her spot, before sliding his fingers inside.
Amilea gasps, moving her hips with his fingers. Luke lifts up, her juices still fresh on his lips. He licks his lips, as he pulls her closer, pushing his fingers deeper inside, curling them up as he does. He starts playing with her spot with his thumb, wiggling his fingers inside. Amilea begins to moan louder, digging her nails into his shoulders as he kisses her neck. He bites down, sucking on her neck, then licking up to her ear. He laughs a little, enjoying how easily he can cause her this much ecstasy from his touch.
Whispering in her ear, he says softly, "You know, you can let go when you have the urge." Amilea gasps for air, as she lays back against the table, feeling herself let go. Her hips rocking with every movement he makes. Her juices dripping onto the cold stone floor. Luke reaches his hand up, stroking her cheek. Gently touching her lip, he feels her kiss his thumb, then nibbling on it, slowly beginning to lick and suck on it. He pulls his drenched fingers out of her, bringing the up to his own mouth, licking some of the juices from them. Amilea lifts up, eagerly taking his fingers and licking them clean herself. Luke reaches behind her and begins to unclasp her corset.
As he does, Amilea reaches down rubbing the tip of his hard rod against her wet lips. He laughs a little, removing her corset, revealing her soft, bare breast. "Don't worry, love. I fully intend on pleasuring you..." He says as he lifts her hips, pushing the tip in, her fingers sliding against it, almost guiding it in. Amilea pulling him closer by his hips, pushing their bodies together until they meet. Once there he pulls out, almost all the way. "To my fullest..." As he speak, he slams in. The unexpected forces sends a shockwave through her and she moans loudly. Again he pulls out slowly, the tip resting between her lips. "Abilities." Plunging in again, Amilea digs her nails into his hips, the feeling pulsating through her. "Every..." Pulling out. " Last..." Pushing back in, pulling back out. "One..." This time he pushes in deeper. Her body shakes with lustful excitement. Luke can feel her inside clinching around him, her legs wrap around his waist. He lifts her up from the table, pulling the skirt of her dress over her head, throwing it to the floor. Now holding her around her waist, he kisses her passionately. He begins to thrust inside her, the wet sound of her body bouncing up and down echoes in the quiet library.
