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 waitingmouth. 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.”
Chapter 28
Felix held to his word, which led to a much lengthier session that left both of them exhausted. He tried to convince her to stay the night, as he wanted nothing more than to fall asleep with her in his arms, but she wished to get home to Marcus, so he escorted her back and then returned home.
Heavy satisfaction weighed down his limbs as he traversed the streets between their houses. Dusk had fallen, late at this time of summer, and everyone’s work was done for the day. Laughter and music echoed from the taverns he passed, and lights glowed from houses and apartment buildings as families gathered to share an evening meal together.
At that moment, he realized he would love nothing more than to return home to Lucretia and Marcus after the end of a tiring day. Lucretia, if she wished to keep up her work, would have had a long day of her own, and a picture rose in his mind: the two of them relaxing on a dining couch together, feeding each other morsels of food with weary contentment. Could there be anything better?
But tonight, he had to return to his lonely house, empty but for his unobtrusive staff.
His mind ran over the events of the earlier evening. He had been looking for a sign that Lucretia felt something deeper than lust for him. Had she given it to him tonight? Surely she wouldn’t have letanyonedo what they had just done, agreement or no. Surely she had offered this because she harbored a true attachment to him.
Even something as small as her appreciation of the marjoram with which he scented his clothes reinforced his conjecture. Suddenly, his mind was made up: he was going to propose to Lucretia.
Again.
At the end of a productive day of work, Lucretia returned home as the shadows began to lengthen in late afternoon. She visited the kitchen to obtain a pre-dinner snack and then planned to catch up on some weaving before the sunlight disappeared.
Only yesterday, she had finally divested Felix of his virginity. Already, she was eager to have him again. Not tonight, unfortunately, but they had another meeting set up for tomorrow evening. She couldn’t wait to continue her debauching of him.
As she sat at her loom in the atrium, where the light was greatest, a knock came at the front door. Her household was busy with other tasks and Marcus had gone to the races with his friends after school—a rare break from his apprenticeship—so she rose and answered the knock herself.
Felix stood outside her house. “Good afternoon, Lucretia.”
Lucretia blinked for a moment, taken aback, but stood aside to let him in. “Good afternoon.”
This was strange. Felix had never visited her home. Was something wrong? Perhaps he’d had ill news from his family—could something be amiss with his sister or the new baby?
But he didn’t look as if anything was wrong. Wearing a tunic of emerald green that looked very pleasing against his fair skin and dark hair, he followed his greeting with a smile. His bearing was relaxed, but there was an eager intensity to his eyes. This visit was odd, but it didn’t seem to signal any mishap.
Seeing him here, looking composed and dignified to a fault, reminded her how undone and disheveled he’d been after their coupling. Cheeks flushed, hair tousled, barely able to form a coherent sentence…It had given her great pleasure to render him so thoroughly defiled.
“This is a surprise,” Lucretia said. “You couldn’t wait another day to see me?”
He slid his arms around her waist and pulled her close. “I couldn’t.” He lowered his head to kiss her, which she permitted for only a moment before breaking away.
“I’m in the middle of things,” she chided teasingly. “You think you can just show up at my house, give me one charming smile, and I’ll fall into bed with you?”
