"Back up on the desk, my darling," Lucien directed.
She frowned in slight confusion. She'd just told him that the way he took her on the desk like that was bad on her back. What was he up to now?
"Maybe clear it off first," he suggested.
"You want me to clean your desk now?" Jean asked incredulously.
Lucien grinned and leaned forward, swiping all the papers off the desk with one might sweep of his arm.
"I'm the one who's going to have to pick all that up in the morning!"
"We can clean everything together in the morning and blush and giggle about it in the light of day, I promise," he said somewhat dismissively. "Please sit on the edge of the desk and lie back," Lucien requested once more.
Jean wasn't sure what was going on, this strange mood of his. One minute, they were engaged in the most passionate lovemaking imaginable, so good that her toes curled and she forgot even her own name. The next minute, he was teasing her and making a mess of things while giving silly instructions. "You'd better make this worth my while," she warned.
Lucien saw that playful glint in her eye and grinned. "Oh I very much will."
She did as he asked, lying down on his desk. Her legs dangled off the end of the desk at her knees. Certainly not the most comfortable thing. And, of course, her body was sweaty and practically dripping from what Lucien had already been doing to her this night. Perhaps it was best for Lucien to clear the desk as he had. Oh, she was surely going to have to spend a lot of time cleaning up in here tomorrow!
But all such practical concerns flitted from her mind as she heard the chair legs scrape against the rug. Lucien was scooting himself closer to her. And before she could lift her head to see what he was doing, his hands were on her hips, pulling her forward. Half her bum was hanging off the edge now, but Lucien held her steady by draping her thighs over his broad shoulders.
Jean knew what he was doing now. "Lucien, are you sure?" she asked. "You don't have to…"
"But I want to," he interrupted. "I assure you, Jean, I didn't nearly get my fill earlier."
She might not have understood that sentiment before. Even that very afternoon—less than twelve hours ago!—Jean would not have fully comprehended how Lucien could take such pleasure in this thoroughly one-sided act. After all, she got all the enjoyment and he did all the work. But now, she knew better. She had gotten the sheer delight of getting down on her knees before him and taking him in her mouth and tasting his arousal, seeing his frenzied expression, feeling his pleasure as she gave it to him. The power and control and excitement it had brought her was a pleasure in itself. Jean could see now how he might genuinely want to do this for her more.
Lucien looked up at her and saw her smile that very specific naughty smile he was getting to know now. "Alright?" he asked, just making certain.
"I do wonder if it will be different, now that I know what to expect. If it will be as…"
"As what?" Lucien was fascinated to know what her description of such a thing might be.
"Earth-shattering."
He wanted to give a little laugh, but the compliment of his skills was enough to make him practically choke with his own arousal now. "I'll endeavor to do my best for you, darling."
And with a proud grin, he set to work on her. Jean sighed happily and let her head roll back onto the desk. Not as comfortable as lying on the bed earlier, but she was quite sure that Lucien could make her feel good wherever she was. It was actually better this way, having her legs over him like this; Lucien could hold her hips in place and move her more than he could when they were both lying on the bed.
Lucien took his time with her now. After all, they had to stay quiet. He didn't want to catch her off-guard and have her yelp in surprise. No, he would caress her with his mouth, lavish her with his kisses and soft brushes of his lips and sweet teases with his tongue. He would build her up slowly and let her shatter blissfully.
Jean did notice that it felt different this time. Less hungry, more loving. She felt his love for her in nearly everything he did, in one way or another. This was just another technique. Would his skill never cease? How much more could he do, how much more could he introduce her to? She had no way of knowing, but such a prospect did not frighten her now, not as it once had. She was excited to share anything and everything with this gorgeous man between her legs. Lucien would be her husband, and Jean would be his wife. They perhaps would not have an entire lifetime together, what with their marriage beginning so late in life, but they were not so old and tired as to miss their chance. Certainly not. They could take their time. For they had the time. They would be together for such a long time, she knew.
There was a quick change in his rhythm, making her gasp and buck her hips against him. His tongue had been languid thus far, but now found the spot that was her weakness. She grabbed his hair between her fingers and pressed his face right there grinding herself against his mouth. "Oh, right there, Lucien, please!" she moaned.
How could he deny her? How could he possibly hope to stick to a plan when she asked him for exactly what she wanted? He wrapped his lips around her and sucked hard, vibrating her with the rapid flicks of his tongue.
Jean's thighs were clenched tighter and tighter around his head as the tension coiled tighter and tighter deep in her belly. Lucien thrust his tongue inside her and a visceral scream escaped her.