Accidentally Aphrodite - Dakota Cassidy Page 0,65

he used two fingers to spread her wet flesh, Quinn thought she’d die.

Still, he waited, taking his time, using his thumb and rolling it over her clit, licking her belly, the crease where thigh met hip.

Her pulse pounded in her ears until he took his first stroke, his tongue sure and hot, dragging along her clit, drawing the hard bud into his mouth.

Quinn fought not to cry out, stuffing a knuckle in her mouth, reaching her other hand down to grip Khristos’s silky hair. Pleasure, so deep, so intense her stomach coiled into a tight knot, settled over her, raced along her nerve-endings until she felt the white-hot need for release begin to wend its way upward.

Khristos slowed, pulled back, made her whimper her displeasure until he satisfied her craving once more by driving a finger into her. She was slick and wet when he thrust the digit as he licked her, and that was her undoing.

She writhed beneath his talented mouth, rose up, crashing against his lips until sweet relief found her. The aching swirl of desperation driving her to orgasm. Her neck arched, her back bowed, her legs widened as Khristos slid a hand under her ass and held her flush to him, letting her ride out her climax.

Oh God. If she died right now, she’d be at peace with the passing. Nothing had ever felt like that before.

But Khristos wasn’t done. He slid up along her body, his heated flesh finally pressed to hers, molding her to him, pulling her tight until her nipples scraped against his wide chest.

Her hands instantly slipped between his thighs, reaching for his rigid cock, grasping it in her hand, pumping it.

It was thick, long, blistering-hot and rock-hard. The dark of her room kept her from seeing all of him the way she wanted to, but her hands…her hands explored every delectable inch of him.

He groaned into her mouth as she stroked him, thwarted her from slipping away in order to wrap her mouth around the rigid flesh. “No,” he whispered, husky and deep. “I need to be inside you now.”

She shuddered beneath him, his words slicing through her ears like a knife through soft butter.

Without qualm, she lifted her hips, and wrapped her legs around his hips, inviting him to make love to her.

She knew this would only make the moment he left to go back to his life harder, but she didn’t care right now.

Now, there was only their naked flesh touching, their sweat gluing their bodies together. Their hearts pounding in time with each other. Their mouths, hot and needy, open and willing.

Khristos positioned himself between her legs, slipping his arm under her waist, hauling her against him as she clung to his neck.

His first thrust was fluid, deep, making her clamp her mouth shut to keep from crying out. Khristos seared her, stretched her, groaned hot against her ear, rolling his hips to drive more deeply into her.

That rush of lava, that unmerciful, unrelenting pleasure, began to build again as their bodies crashed together. She clung to him, letting her hands slide over every inch of available flesh, savoring his skin under palms, loving the feel of her nipples scraping against the small patch of hair on his chest.

And when his thrusts increased, when the rhythm of their bodies synced so perfectly tears stung her eyes, she cried out, unable to hold back. Khristos’s heavy weight, pushing her into the bed, his thick cock deeply embedded inside her, the amazing control he possessed as he waited for her to find relief first…

He pulled her tighter, taking her lips, driving his tongue into her mouth over and over, rocking into her with each slick stroke.

Quinn’s toes curled as her legs tightened around his lean waist, holding on to his shoulders and letting the wave of hot orgasm sweep her away.

It pulsed from somewhere deep inside her, dragging her upward, raging between her legs with sharp pangs of longing. Digging her nails into Khristos’s shoulders, she fought a scream of climax just as his body tensed beneath her, as his strong muscles flexed and tightened.

He kissed her deeper, groaning low and hot as he took one last thrust and came.

Their chests pressed against each other’s as they gasped for air and she buried her face in his neck, inhaling the scent of them, fighting tears.

She shouldn’t have let this happen. She was still in too much of a commotion about her life and her new job as Aphrodite to handle