Page 73 of The Devil

“Now, we both know that’s not true,” he says, grinning darkly, but then pulls back, realizing he’s just made things sexual between us. But before he’s out of reach, I pull his arms back to me and hold his eye contact with mine. He stares at me, searching my face for what to do next.

“Kiss me properly, Lucius,” I ask, hoping he doesn’t turn me away. “Kiss me, and touch me,please. I haven’t had anything like this since the last time I saw you, back when we were in Spain. I haven’t had anyone touch me lovingly in all those years, Lucius.”

“I don’t want to push you, Helena,” he says, still looking conflicted. “I don’t ever want to be like him or my bastard father.”

“And you’re not, you never could be,” I reassure him. “I know that if I say stop, you will stop. Kiss me!” I whisper as I pull on his arms.

He cups my face with one hand while he leans on his other elbow to steady himself. Lucius is a big man, and I am tiny by comparison, so I reach up to wrap my arms around his neck as he leans in to kiss me. We move softly at first, but it’s not long before we let each other in and our mouths collide more urgently, more passionately as he wraps his arms behind my back and our chests press together. He slips between my thighs, still wearing his sweatpants, and me in my pajama shorts. I feel his hardness against my sex and moan with a need for him. He freezes before looking at me nervously.

“I’m sorry,” he says, frustrated with either himself or with the situation, I’m not sure. I giggle because he has no idea how different he feels to Evan. I literally winced under any touch from Evan, but with Lucius, I have only ever felt excitement at the mere thought of him touching me.

“Lucius,” I whisper before kissing him on his lips, “I’m in my thirties and I thought all of this was it for me. I thought my sex life was over when I threw Evan out. But now?” I take a moment, needing to release a long breath of nervous anticipation. “You’ve given me a reason to bring that side of me to life again.”

“You were going to give up sex in your twenties?” His eyes widen, as if horrified over such a notion, which has me laughing.

“Shocking, huh?” I mock his surprised face and he laughs at me. “I want you right here, right now, all of it.”

“Willingly?” He grins as he raises an eyebrow. I laugh at the sound of his familiar words; they’re like old friends you’ll never forget.

“Completely,” I reply.

“Mine?” he continues, reaching down to kiss my neck. I close my eyes at his touch, biting my lip when his hand reaches under my shorts and moves my black cotton panties to one side, so he can gently swipe his fingers through my sex. He’s so tender; I had forgotten what consensual sex and foreplay felt like.

“Always,” I whisper into his ear. He pulls back and helps me take off my tank top so that my naked breasts fall in front of him. He grins cheekily over how much bigger they are after having had a baby.

“Fuck!” he says, taking them into his hands. “Your tits are phenomenal!”

“Kind of went up two cup sizes after Jess,” I explain before nervously biting on my finger. “I don’t like them but…”

“Why the fuck not?” He looks at me, seemingly shocked over my not being in love with them as much as he is. “You are still the most beautiful woman I have ever laid eyes on, Topolina, so stop putting yourself down before you even start.”

He tears his shirt off to reveal that same tanned, muscular body that I know so well.

“Jeez, you don’t look any different, Lucius!”

Fortunately, I had Jess young enough to avoid stretch marks, but my abs aren’t as tight, and my general body self-confidence has declined dramatically over the years. Not helped by Evan of course, whose constant cheating and consistent bullying frequently brought me down.

“Yeah, but I’ll let you in on a little secret,” he whispers, so I lean in theatrically to listen. “I have to work a damn sight harder than I used to.”

“Your efforts are appreciated,” I laugh, stroking my hands down his huge biceps and over his rock-hard chest. “Take those sweatpants off so I can see the whole package.”

It feels good to take charge over a man again. I lost all control when I found out I was pregnant with Jess and my father practically forced my arm into taking Evan up on his offer of marriage. Lucius smirks deviously while he obeys my command so that he is soon on top of me, fully naked and looking at me with lust.

“May I remove your panties, Miss Carter?” I make a show of thinking about his question before grinning and nodding. He whips them down within seconds then leans back to take in my naked form. I wince as he looks over my post-baby body.

“Fuck, I’ve missed this,” he says before licking his lips.

I giggle, pushing him back off and nudging him so that he is lying on his back, naked and with his erection facing up to the ceiling. Smiling at him, I shuffle down the bed and begin to apply gentle little kisses around his thighs, his testicles, and his erection. He laughs softly at my touch.

“Teasing, Miss Carter?” he murmurs. “I’m enjoying it.”

“I’m actually a little nervous,” I admit, “I haven’t done this in a long time. I remember when I did this to you for the first time on that boat. You helped show me how to do it back then. Are you going to help me now?”

My confidence is growing by the minute with Lucius, especially with the way he is letting me control everything; this is so empowering.

“Whatever the lady wants, the lady shall have,” he says with one of those intense smiles on his face.

I look back down at his long, thick, dark cock, which is smooth to the very tip. I lick from the base to the very top where a few drops of precum have escaped. I lick it around the tip, swirling my tongue around the most sensitive part while he hisses slowly between his teeth. I suck the top before reaching a hand around the base to pump him slowly. With each suck, I take more of him into my mouth until I can’t take anymore. It’s not long before he is thrusting into me to help me take him how he likes it. I kind of like the way he isn’t treating me with the kiddy gloves anymore. Now, he’s letting me have it, the whole time cursing under his breath. Eventually, he groans, and my throat is filled with the taste of him.

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