28| Sex in the Dining room

Senna's POV

She was nervous. I could see it in her eyes. I could read it in her expression. From the way her cheeks were lightly dusted pink to the form, her aquamarine eyes avoided my gaze. She had beautiful eyes. She had a beautiful face, and I wanted to fuck her face.

"Look at me, Balia," I commanded. She did. I smiled.

My hands were still buried between her thighs, and though I had stopped my movements, I could still feel her wetness on my fingers.

I wanted to touch her in ways she'd never experienced. She looked naïve. She looked like she had never been fucked to satisfaction, and here she was, seated on my thigh, her body begging to be fucked. She was a stubborn one, but her body was relatively easy to be manipulated.

She was wearing a pale orange dress, one that made her skin brighter than usual. I had been staring at the decent cleavage it left open, unable to stop my groin from tightening, and then she had flared, causing me to lose my cool.

She licked her lips. It was one