Exquisitely.
He pulled me off and I was on my belly in the bed. I felt his knee nudging my legs apart, and still in the throes of my most recent cl**ax, I helped, spreading them wider. Then he was between my legs yanking up my hips.
He pounded in.
When he filled me, my head flew back, my hair drifting over my skin and I whimpered, “Yes,” as I started to push up to my hands.
I didn’t get very far as, still thrusting, I felt his hand in the middle of my back, pushing me down.
“No, Maddie, I just want your beautiful arse.”
I could do that. I so could.
I gave him my ass, tipping it high.
He took it, f**king me and I felt his wet thumb gliding between my cheeks and then it pressed inside the sensitive sweet spot.
Phenomenal.
I moaned as it overwhelmed me yet again, bucking back into him violently even as he pounded deep inside me and pressed his thumb in my ass.
“Beautiful, my poppy. Bloody hell, magnificent,” he growled, surged inside and I heard his grunts turn into a rumble before I heard his shuddering groan and just hearing it, another orgasm rolled over the one I was still having.
Hazy, still turned on, coming down, and even doing that, it building back up, Apollo pulled out. He gently rolled me to my back and covered me again, instantly sliding back inside and gliding slowly, his eyes holding mine, his lips a breath away.
“More?” he whispered.
“You up for it?” I whispered back.
I felt his lips touch mine and they were smiling, as were his eyes.
And in all the fabulous we’d just shared, that might have been the best part.
“Absolutely,” he murmured.
“Then yes,” I breathed and wrapped my legs around his hips. “More.” I wrapped my arms around his shoulders. “Please.” And I slid my tongue along his lips.
He slanted his head, those lips took mine, his tongue took mine and he gave me more.
* * * * *
Some time later, I was on top, Apollo inside me. I was sliding up slowly and down even slower, my face in his neck, my eyelids drooping.
I needed sleep. Like, bad.
But I had something to say.
Sliding down, filling myself full of him, my sex drenched with him and me, I pressed my face in his neck, slid my hand up the other side and brushed my thumb along his stubbled jaw.
“Thank you for not leaving me,” I whispered.
He had one hand resting lightly, almost casually on my ass. Paradoxically, he had one arm wrapped tightly, even possessively across my middle back.
At my words, both convulsed.
Powerfully.
I had no time to assess this reaction.