At my sound, Apollo lunged.
Finally.
I was on my back in the bed, Apollo on me and he felt so good, so damned good.
What was better was his mouth on mine and his tongue in my mouth.
That wasn’t good, that was awesome.
But I wanted more and he’d made me wait long enough, I was going to get it.
I slid my hands in his sweater and yanked up. He broke contact with my mouth to arch back, lifting his arms. I tugged his sweater off and tossed it away.
He came back to me, lips to lips, tongues tangling and I moaned into his mouth as I bucked. He let me move him but I suspected only because he knew I’d move with him, and I did. He rolled to his back, me on top and then it was me breaking contact with our lips.
But my lips didn’t break contact with him. They slid down his neck, over to his corded throat, down his chest, the ridges of his stomach to the waistband of his breeches.
There, I broke away but only to lift up to straddling him. I clenched my fingers in my dress and tugged it off, the cashmere dragging over my skin in a way that made my ni**les ache and my cl*t pulse.
“Gods,” he grunted.
I was wearing nothing but green satin panties and a cream satin bustier with green ribbons, and my guess from his tone, he liked it.
I looked down at him staring up at me, his face dark, his eyes hot, feeling my lips curl in a little smile that made him say, “Gods,” again but in a groan this time.
I felt that groan shoot straight between my legs and knew it was time to get a move on.
So I did, moving off the bed. I grabbed him behind his knee and lifted up his calf. Straddling it, I yanked off his boot, then his sock. On to the next foot then I was moving to him. He’d already unbuttoned his breeches and I curled my fingers in his waistband, tugging down. Apollo helped by bucking his h*ps from the bed and they were off.
I tossed them behind me and entered the bed, crawling up him on all fours, my eyes on my goal.
And what a goal. His c**k was hard, thick and long, the veins distended in a way that demanded the trace of a tip of a tongue. So big. So swollen. So beautiful.
I had to have it.
I didn’t delay. Wrapping my hand around it, putting my lips to the tip then taking him so deep, I felt him in the back of my throat, my gag reflex g-o-n-e, gone.
“By the bloody gods,” he rumbled, sliding the fingers of both hands into my hair and curling them around my scalp.
I slid him out but didn’t take him back in.
He lifted his h*ps and surged back in.
Yes.
Oh, f**k yes.
I took his thrusts, whimpering and moaning against his cock, my body trembling, my cl*t throbbing and suddenly I felt him knife up. His hands went under my arms and he hauled me up his body.
“Baby, I wasn’t—” I started to protest.
But he rolled me to my back, dragged my panties down my legs and moved around so he was on all fours over me, backwards.
Yes.
Oh, f**k yes.
I lifted my hands and curled my fingers around his ass, using it to pull my head and shoulders off the bed as he spread my thighs. Then his mouth was there. Right there. Just as I slid the tip of his c**k between my lips and he surged in.