“Mm… yes,” I replied as two fingers found my entrance.
“Your ass looks amazing right now,” he said, fingers curling inside me. “I could fucking eat you.”
I moved my hips greedily toward him. “All yours,” I nearly whimpered.
His laughter was deep as he dripped more wax on my skin and then flipped me over a few minutes later. I was met with his lips on mine, his stiff cock brushing my entrance as I lifted my hips to guide him inside.
But he pulled back, one hand landing on my stomach. “I’m not done with you yet, baby,” he said as he picked up the candlestick again.
I cursed as the heat almost blistered my tits, rolling down the curves, settling between them—hotter than it had been on my back.
I sat up and pushed Gavin down onto his back, almost sending the candles to the floor, though he just laughed as I straddled over him.
I rubbed some oil on my hands and rubbed it into his chest.
“Careful, baby,” he said when I lifted the lit candle.
I let the purple color dribble between his pecs, making him almost gasp. He gripped my hips, slapped my ass, and then moved his thumb between my widened thighs, the pad working over my clit. My shoulders limped with that touch, so much more intense with how sensitive my skin was.
“Bring that cunt right here,” he said, sticking his tongue out. “Let me taste how wet you are from that pain.”
I blew the candles out and stared at him. “I don’t think I’ve ever done that before,” I admitted. “Sitting on someone’s face, I mean.”
A crooked smile lifted the right corner of his mouth, and he took my hand, his lips pressing to my knuckles. “Then the word ‘euphoria’ is about to get an entirely new meaning,” he swore. “Come up here and grab that headboard, baby. Don’t make me handcuff you to it.”
I almost smiled, the thought of hovering over his face making my clit throb. “Are you sure?” I asked, already knowing the answer. “These are a lot.” I gave my thighs a teasing slap and squeezed the tops, and his tongue darted across his lips.
“Fuck. You know what that does to me. I love the way your body moves,” he hissed under his breath. He reached my chin and gave it a tug, tilting my head down so that I was looking directly into his eyes. “I’ve had millennia’s to think about all the ways I’d prefer to die. You are the most beautiful creature to ever walk this earth, and you’remine. So, when I say I want you to sit on my face, I mean suffocation by that pretty pussy of yours is a demise I welcome with open arms. Let me ruin you.”
“You’ve already ruined me,” I admitted breathlessly.
A quiet scoff left him, the rumble of that noise embedding within my bones. He grasped my ass and pushed forward, making me move up on my knees, and I slowly ascended his body, grabbing the headboard hesitantly. When I was hovering over his face, his nose nuzzled against my inner thigh, the word “fuck,” escaping him in a desperate whisper.
“Feel free to pretend the headboard is the horns of a minotaur since you love that fantasy so much,” he said, and I bit my lips together to keep from laughing.
“You’re okay with me fantasizing about a great beast while you’re tongue-fucking me?” I asked.
“You’re on my face. You bear my name. I’m not worried about a little smutty fantasy taking you away from me,” he said. “Get comfortable, baby. I don’t intend to make your first sitting experience a quick one.” His lips pressed to my clit, and my knees weakened, arms somehow already heavy as they rested atop the headboard. Gavin’s arms slipped around the undersides of my thighs, his hands pressing down on the tops, and he forced me lower. I shifted until my legs weren’t burning, and I felt him smile against my pussy.
“Such a good girl.”
Every stroke and suck of his tongue on my clit made me almost forget I was sitting on his face. He teased me to the point of languish surrender, and I held that headboard with both hands, my forehead lying atop my knuckles as I fought each orgasm.
Shit. I was weak. Spent. Every noise I made grew louder and louder, to the point that I forgot we were in a mansion surrounded by other gods and goddesses who undoubtedly could hear us.
I supposed the God of Lust had a reputation to keep up.
My teeth imprinted on the board as I screamed into it, his tongue lashing inside me, mouth sucking on my clit to the point that I began to shake. Oh, god, this torture, this absolute wrecking pleasure. I could still feel the sting from the wax all over my body, heightening his tease.
My body reached—reached—with the desperation in my listless muscles. I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think. And when I came, my entire body shuddered, my thighs trying to squeeze together, pushing on his head. Gavin didn’t seem to care. He grabbed me under my arms and threw me onto my back. I didn’t have time to catch my breath before his cock slid into me, and I lifted my hips to give him more room.
My orgasm hadn’t even finished, and I was already on the precipice of another.
“Look at me, baby,” he said.
My eyes opened to his beautiful face, his mouth still wet from my pussy, his eyes such a dark shade of green that they were almost black. That slight glow emitted around him—aroundus, and I reached to his cheeks to pull him down to my lips. He pulled my thigh into his hand, opening me up as he sank deeper.
“Gods, I could fuck you all night,” he groaned, his forehead against mine. “You feel so fucking good. Shit, you’re perfect.”
