This was the first time in his life that Lucian had performed o******x on a woman.
In the past, he had adhered to a simple, almost primal philosophy when it came to the bedroom: direct, fast, and efficient. To him, the best s*x was the kind that resolved mutual desire with surgical precision. He had always been disdainful of "tricks" or "theatrics," and he certainly never had any interest in pressing his lips between a woman's thighs.
He knew it was a center of pleasure, but in his mind, it was also a place of waste. By the same token, he never forced women to perform oral on him; if they were willing, he enjoyed it; if not, it didn't matter.
He preferred the raw, original way—taking a woman into his arms, driving into her, and pinning her to a bed, a sofa, or even the grass of the coun
