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are,
delicia.” As though to prove it his mouth devoured hers once more
in a kiss that melted her bones and opened her heart.
    Never breaking his kiss, he slid his hand
down to apex of her thighs. Pushing her legs apart again gently
with his knee, he cupped her pudenda in his huge hands. He slid one
long finger into the folds of her labia, avoiding the clitoris and
stroking the tender flesh of her vulva instead.
    The tantalizing nature of his caress built up
such pressure within Anthea that she broke away from his kiss
because she was breathless. Nearly mewling, she rocked her hips
hoping to bring his finger in contact with the one spot guaranteed
to bring her release.
    Ignoring her silent pleas, he slowly thrust
his finger into her depths. Her vagina tightened around him and
even more moisture flooded the area. Moving his finger within her,
he pressed upwards.
    What the hell is he doing? Anthea was
nearly insane with the need to come. My landica is the other
way, dammit.
    Anthea cried out as his finger pressed a
place inside her she wasn’t even aware she had. She was close to
begging when he withdrew from her, but thankfully he used the slick
dew of her own body to glide over her clitoris. Repeatedly he
penetrated her with two fingers all the way to the pressure point
inside her that felt so good, and back out and over the small bulb
of her sex. The tempo of his rhythm increased until she was
squirming and jerking against him.
    The pleasure built up to the point it was
nearly pain, and then exploded throughout her body. She cried out
as the ecstasy throbbed in her sex, waves of bliss pouring through
her and ripping her with velvet claws. Lucillus plunged his fingers
deep inside her, letting her contract around them as her orgasm
shook her.
    When the last pulse of delight ebbed, Anthea
let her head fall back against the wall. She wasn’t sure she could
bear her own weight, and was glad Lucillus’s strong body was
keeping her from oozing boneless to the ground.
    She felt him kiss her temple tenderly, and
nuzzle into her neck. “I want you so badly, carissima.” His lips
grazed along her cheekbone. “I’ve wanted you from the moment I saw
you walk into my office.”
    She languidly wrapped her arms around his
neck and sighed. “If I had known you could make me feel this way, I
would have hired another lawyer and immediately started an affair
with you.”
    Lucillus laughed and pushed off from the
wall, bringing her with him. With a susurration of pillow talk in
her ear and his kisses along her jaw, he walked her the few steps
backwards toward her bed. The edge of the mattress hit her behind
knees and she tumbled onto the pillows. Her lover leaned down over
her and began kissing a path down her chest toward her breasts, but
Anthea grabbed his face in her hands to stop him.
    “No,” she demanded, “I want you inside me
right now. I can’t wait for you any longer, Lucillus. I need
you.”
    Lucillus closed his eyes briefly. “Don’t say
that or I am going to come the instant I breach the gate and I
really, really don’t want to disappoint you.”
    “I swear to you,” she told him earnestly,
“you haven’t.”
    She pulled his head down for another kiss.
His kisses were the kind Jupiter must have used to lure maidens out
of their father’s gardens. Lucillus could turn into a bull and she,
like Europa, would allow him to abscond with her.
    Ending the kiss, Lucillus stood up and pulled
his tunic over his head and threw it on the floor. Anthea finally
saw the pectoral muscles she had felt beneath her hands, a vision
that gladdened her heart and heated her vagina further. Her ogling
continued down the ridges of his belly to his sex, and she gasped
involuntarily.
    I wasn’t far off with the bull metaphor.
    Lucillus mistook her gasp for fear and
hastened to assure her, “Don’t worry, mellita. I won’t hurt you.
Tell me when it’s too much and I’ll stop.”
    Anthea swallowed and nodded. “I am going to
give it a