He started slowly again. He had to. Lucien needed to savor every moment of being inside her at long last. Why had he ever made them wait for this? Why had he not indulged sooner, when they both so clearly wanted each other? They could be in a bed, not making do on the desk like this.

But oh, even so, it was perfect. Jean was perfect. Her legs squeezed him, pulled him in close and deep. Her panting breath on his neck sent shivers down his spine. She felt made for him, moulded to fit him inside her. "I love you," he whispered, picking up a bit of speed.

Jean loved the feel of him in her. Every stroke touched the deepest parts of her, and the intimacy of finally being together like this was something altogether divine. This was not the first time Jean had noticed a near-religious blessing and miracle of exploring her relationship with Lucien in a manner that only became possible after turning her back on the church. Things worked out in mysterious ways. "I love you," she moaned in response, wrapping herself around him even tighter.

The angle, as good as it felt sexually, was not quite right, Jean realized. "Lucien, wait." He had spent so much time and effort making her feel open enough to tell him what she wanted and needed, she had no trouble telling him to stop.

Lucien immediately pulled out of her and froze. "What's wrong?"

She smiled encouragingly, not wanting to worry him. She traced the line of his beard as she explained, "Sitting like this hurts my back a bit. Is there a different way we could…?"

He relaxed, thankful that it wasn't something more serious, that she wasn't regretting taking this step. On the contrary, she wanted to try something else. "Of course, darling. There are quite a few positions. For now, how about…" he trailed off, trying to decide the best way to go about this. If sitting on the desk like that wasn't comfortable for her and they couldn't risk going to the bedroom, he'd need to be a bit creative.

An idea popped into his lust-addled mind that made him audibly whimper. Jean looked at him curiously at the sound. "Yes?"

"Will you trust me?"

"Always," she assured him.

Lucien couldn't help leaning in to kiss her gently. "Stand up and turn around," he whispered.

Jean was utterly lost now. But she trusted him, so she did as he asked. Lucien stepped back from her to give her space. She turned and faced the desk with Lucien behind her. She felt him step closer again. His breath blew against the tangled curls of her hair as he kissed the side of her neck, making her tremble with anticipation again. Jean could feel his hardness against her bum, slightly wet from being inside her already. A part of her wanted to be bothered by the untidiness of it all, but when everything felt so good, when it was Lucien inspiring all of these naughty things within her…she couldn't bring herself to muster any complaint.

"Lean forward," Lucien instructed. "Brace yourself on the desk and spread your legs apart."

She gasped slightly when she realized what he was going to do. But Jean trusted him, and before she could even think that this was undignified and no better than the animals on her father's farm, Lucien had thrust inside her again. And this different angle was something altogether new and wonderful. A low, deep moan fell from her lips as she felt Lucien's enormous hands grip her hips and massage her flesh. She rocked back to meet his every movement, wanting more and more.

Lucien had honestly never dreamed of taking her like this, rough and somewhat impersonal. He liked to watch her and feel every bit of her, and this gave only the barest contact between them. But the feel of her hips and her bum under his hands was intoxicating. The slope of her spine was elegant and beautiful. And Jean's instincts about sex were once again absolutely spot on, the way she matched his thrusts with her own.

He wanted to give her more, however, to explore every possibility they could. He leaned forward, covering her body with his. His thrusts were not as powerful this way, but it allowed him to take her breast in one hand and let his other journey down through her curls. Jean gasped as he applied pressure and rubbed her while he stroked inside her. His mouth left wet kisses on her shoulder as he gave her nipple a sharp pinch. Her head fell back and her body snapped.

As much as he wanted desperately to stay inside her as she came, to find his own release along with her, Lucien did not want to come this way. He pulled out of her, and practically collapsed into the chair nearby.

Jean felt his absence quite keenly. "Lucien?" She turned, feeling like her legs were made of jelly. Her body was still pulsing with the pleasure of the climax he brought her. "What's wrong?"

He was breathing heavily but smiled up at her. "Nothing, darling. Nothing at all. I just…need a moment." He wanted to hold her in his arms the first time he came inside her, to see her face and kiss her lips. And he needed to figure out a position that would allow that.

"You're sure you're alright?" she asked with concern.

Lucien nodded. "I told you, Jeanie, I'm not as young as I once was. Takes a great deal of effort for me to give you everything I want to give you."

"But I want you to enjoy yourself as well," Jean replied, trying not to feel mildly hurt for the inequity of their relationship. He wanted to give her so much—he could give her so much—and she felt very keenly her inexperience now, knowing that he was working so hard and she was only reaping the rewards.

"Oh darling, I'm more than enjoying myself. You can't imagine how incredible you are, how resplendent you are in everything we've done, everything we're doing. So if I can only go one round myself, I want to be sure we get the most out of it we can."

"And we're not finished yet?"

A rather naughty grin spread over his face. "No, Jean, we're not."