I relaxed into him.
He kept whispering, his words soothing into my skin. “You please me.”
I closed my eyes but lifted my hands to his forearms, curling my fingers around tight.
He gave me another squeeze even as his h*ps pushed in, pressing his c**k deeper between the cheeks of my ass. “Are you tender, dove?”
“Yes.”
“But all right?”
“Oh yes,” I breathed.
That got me another squeeze.
Then his arms relaxed (slightly) and his lips glided up my neck to my ear. “Some other time, I will take this arse,” and his h*ps pushed in again so I knew what he was saying.
A tremor shook my body.
I’d never done that.
But I wanted Apollo to do that to me. I wanted him to take me any way he could. I wanted to take him any way I could. I wanted to own him and I wanted him to own me.
And this knowledge shook me.
He wasn’t done.
“Your arse again red, your fingers working between your legs, you’ll cl**ax with me buried inside it.”
Okay, now I was thinking I wanted that immediately.
“We’ll need oil,” I said softly and his teeth sank into my earlobe, which got another tremor before he shifted his lips to the skin at the back of my ear.
“I’ll get some,” he murmured there.
Goodie.
His arms moved. The one at my chest slanting to cup my breast. The one at my ribs doing the same to cup my sex.
“You give me this,” he said gently.
“Yes.”
“Freely,” he added.
“Yes.”
“With abandon,” he finished and he didn’t hide this pleased him as well.
I said nothing but I felt a lot. God, so much. It was almost impossible to contain.
He pulled me deeper into his body and again shoved his face into my neck. “This makes me happy.”
Oh God.
“I’m glad, Lo.”
His mouth went back to my ear. “Is my dove happy?” he asked tenderly and I bit my lip and felt even more.