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bed and lay her body gently down. He quickly positioned himself between her legs. His hands began to caress her generous breasts. His mouth covered her pink nipples, and he began to lick and suck until they were taut. She let out a tiny moan of pleasure. His tongue moved from her nipple up her neck to her ear, where he bit her gently. She turned her face to his and kissed him on the lips. His tongue explored her warm, wet mouth as he slid his hand further and further down until he found her nub. He stroked her gently at first and then faster and faster as she moaned more and more. Then he took his finger and slid it inside of her. She gasped, and he kissed her again. He took his other hand and guided her hand to his hard shaft. He moved her hand up and down so she would know what to do. She took him with both her hands and slid them up and down. He groaned quietly and stopped her hands. He wanted to draw out the pleasure. He moved himself back and bent his head over to kiss the inside of her thigh until his mouth covered her nub. She gasped and sighed as he licked her.
    “Androcles, wait,” she whispered breathlessly.
    Androcles moved away quickly. “What’s wrong?” he asked.
    Araceli didn’t answer. Instead she sat up on her knees. She placed her hands on his chest and leaned him back gently. She smiled at him mischievously and bent over. She took his hardness into her mouth and licked the tip. Then she began to stroke him again as she sucked. Androcles groaned, and his hips began to move slightly. He couldn’t hold back any longer. He gently twisted their bodies around until she was back underneath him. He pushed his way gently inside of her. She gasped in pain at first. He waited a moment to let her adjust to him before he began to move.
    “Kiss me,” she said. Androcles kissed her passionately, and he began to thrust softly and then harder and harder. Her body moved in sync with his, faster and faster until they both cried out in ecstasy. His body shuddered and he arched his head back on his final thrust. He gazed down at her face and she smiled.
    “I love you, Araceli,” he said.
    “I love you too, Androcles,” she said, smiling wider.
    Androcles removed himself from her and snuggled up beside her. He stroked the hair away from her face.
    “How long can you stay?” she asked.
    “A while, but then I must return before someone notices my absence,” he said regretfully.
    “Can you come again tomorrow night?” she asked.
    “I will try, my love,” he answered. Araceli buried her face in his chest. His skin was warm. He wrapped his arms around her. “We must be extremely careful. If we were to be discovered it would surely mean my death in the amphitheater,” he said.
    Araceli shuddered at the thought. “I wish I could choose you,” she said sadly.
    “Me too,” he agreed and held her tighter.
    Androcles held her until she fell asleep, and then he slipped out of the bed. He dressed quickly and walked to the secret passageway in her private bath. He pressed the switch and squeezed through. When he got to the exit, he listened for a few minutes for any signs of people in the corridor. When he thought it was all clear, he slipped out. Androcles walked speedily and quietly through the villa to the guards’ quarters. He made it into his room unnoticed and crashed on the bed and tried to sleep.

    Androcles was able to slip unnoticed into her room every night for the next few weeks. They didn’t just make love. They talked, and she would even arrange for food so they could pretend they were actually having a normal life together for a few fleeting hours.
    One afternoon Araceli was playing the lyre in the courtyard. Her father and his guards and slaves were away on business, so he felt a little more relaxed. Androcles stood off to the side, listening to her play a happy melody. When it was over, her slaves offered her water.
    “Some water for my guard,” she ordered. The slave girl looked at him strangely