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With surprising force, she pushed him flat on the bed and climbed on top of him, palms braced on his chest. His hands grazed her thighs as he looked up at her. She was as magnificent as he had imagined—all flushed curves and hazel eyes burning with lust.

She wrapped her hand around his cock, which gave a demanding throb that made Felix catch his breath. “Are you ready?” she asked.

“Yes,” he hissed.

She anchored her hand at the base of his cock, then moved herself above him. Felix wanted to watch exactly how she positioned herself, but his eyes fluttered shut as soon as he felt the warm heat of her enveloping him.

His fingers sank into the flesh of her hips, gripping her as if that was the only thing tethering him to reality. She lowered herself slowly. She was somehow pleasurably slick and achingly tight at the same time, the sensation like nothing he had ever felt.

She settled all the way onto him with a little sigh.

His hips flexed of their own accord, driving into her.

“Fuck, Lucretia,” he breathed. Now he understood why she wished to be on top their first time; he was already perilously close to losing control, and if he was atop her, he wasn’t sure he’d be able to stop at the requisite moment.

“Good so far?” she murmured. She wiggled her hips, working him deeper.

He groaned. “Very good.” The words were hideously inadequate, but he was fast losing his ability to compose a rational thought.

She leaned into her hands, still braced on his chest, and moved her hips up and down. The rhythm was slow, tantalizing, the friction delicious.

A familiar tingling pressure built at the base of his spine. He tightened his grip on her hips. “Lucretia,” he ground out. “You may want to s-slow down…”

She ceased the motion. “Already?” She let out a dark, smug chuckle that did nothing to calm his ardor.

“Perhaps we should return the focus to me, then.” She removed one hand from his chest and slid it between her legs.

Her back arched, hips angling forward as she touched herself.

Each movement, no matter how small, sent stabs of pleasure through him.

And when her muscles twitched around his cock—he had to bite his lip.

Given his tormenting of her earlier, it took little time for her to lose herself in pleasure. “Fuck,” he grunted through gritted teeth as she shuddered atop him. Her quim was clenching in a way that seemed designed to make him lose control, and the writhing movements of her hips didn’t help.

But somehow, he managed to hold on, and when the climax left her, she gazed down at him with a satisfied smile.

“That nearly killed me,” he growled.

Her smile widened into a grin. “I’m sorry,” she said with mock pity.

“Will this make it up to you?” She leaned forward onto her hands and began to ride him.

Once she established a slow, deliberate rhythm, it was easier to anticipate the movements, to breathe through them as he grew accustomed to the sensation.

He wanted to make this last as long as possible, so he strove to gather every ragged thread of control he could.

But when she did something—he wasn’t sure what—that changed the angle of connection and sent him even deeper into her, he knew all hope was lost. “Lucretia!” he managed.

The urgency in his voice must have been enough to warn her. She pulled herself off of him, and the absence of her warmth made him groan in near-anguish. It didn’t last for long, though: a moment later, her mouth clasped around the head of his cock, her hand stroking the shaft.

The sight of her full, pink lips wrapped around his cock was enough to undo him once and for all. Finally, he allowed the pleasure to swell and burst, emptying himself into her waiting mouth. He might have cried out her name, or a curse, or an appeal to the gods—he wasn’t sure.

The climax receded, and he was left panting and dizzied, trying fruitlessly to catch his breath. Lucretia settled herself next to him, running a soothing hand up and down his chest. “You’re trembling,” she murmured.

That made sense, given that he felt as if his soul had been ripped from his body, taken a quick journey to Elysium, and then been reattached.

She propped herself up on one elbow to survey him. “Was it all right? Your first time?”

“Dis,” he swore. “If I’d known it could be that good…why did I wait so long?”

She chuckled. “You were waiting for me, weren’t you? It may have disappointed with another.” She lay back down next to him, stretching a warm arm over his shoulders.

“Did you find it passable?” He assumed mediocrity was the most he could hope for at this point, but he was determined to reach excellence with some practice.

“You lasted longer than I expected, for what it’s worth.

” She nestled her head into his chest. “It was very passable.” Her fingers stroked a sensitive place on his neck, which made his depleted cock give a twitch.

“If you’re able to try again in a bit, we may have the opportunity for some… lengthier practice.”

“Give me a quarter of an hour,” he said with fierce determination.

She laughed, the sound husky in his ear. “I’ll find a water clock and hold you to that.”