“Here? In the forest?” she asked, glancing around the glade where soft moss covered the ground, and the trees filtered the golden Olympus light.
“Yes,” he said again, more amused now. “Sex isn’t taboo here like it is in the Upperworld. It’s part of life here, nature, connection. Though,” he added with a grin, “things are a bit more toned down than they used to be. No wild orgies in the rivers these days.”
She gave him a look. “Please tell me that’s not a real memory.”
“I’ll save those stories for after the honeymoon,” he smirked. “Besides, no one is around.”
She paused, tilting her head as she used her shifter senses to catch any sound beyond their little haven. When silence answered, she turned to him, a sly smile curving her lips.
“I guess we can try something new,” she murmured.
A plush blanket materialized beneath them in a shimmer of golden light. She let out a breathless giggle, brushing her fingers over the soft fabric.
“Look at you, being all thoughtful,” she teased.
“Anything for you,” he murmured, leaning in, his breath warm against her skin.
But she pushed upright instead, and watched his brows lift in surprise as he straightened too. And then she reached for his jeans, undoing the button and zipper. He helped her as her fingers pulled his pants and briefs to free his erection.
Sliding her tight fist along his length, she drew closer with a grin that promised mischief. “Anything for me?” she echoed.
“Well, yeah, with my cock in your hand.”
“Hmm, I think it will be anything for you,” she said before trailing her tongue down the underside of his cock and started working it with her hand. He moaned as she swirled her tongue around the head before taking it into her mouth. And then she slid him deeper, sucking hard as she pulled back.
He gathered her hair from her face. “This is my favorite view, too.”
“Hmm,” she hummed, sucking just the tip. With her other hand, she reached for his balls, scraping her nails against the sensitive flesh.
“Fuck,” he groaned, hand tightening into a fist in her hair.
She moaned and cupped his balls so she could stroke his perineum, which never failed to drive him crazy.
He jerked into her mouth, and she quickened her pace. “Don’t stop, that’s so good.” Nothing could stop her now when she could feel his muscles tense beneath her touch. She heard her name and knew he was close. She thrust her head down, taking him deep as come shot down her throat. And she swallowed every pulse, until he was quaking and breathless.
Their eyes stayed fixed on each other as she licked his cock clean. Then, without warning, he hauled her up, and his lips crashed onto hers, hot and urgent, sending a jolt of electricity coursing through her veins. Her heart slammed against her ribs, heat flooding her skin as his grip tightened around her waist. Every nerve seemed ablaze, tingling under the press of his mouth, the scrape of his teeth, the possessive way he angled her head to deepen the kiss. Breathless, her body melted into his, a delicious tension coiling low in her belly as sparks danced behind her closed eyes.
“Let me guess, your greedy, little pussy is begging to be fucked.”
She smiled and climbed into his lap, deciding it was better for him to feel just how much she wanted him.
“Soaked, just like I thought,” he grinned and grabbed her hips to drag her pussy over his cock.
It was no surprise that he was hard again. Apollo’s recovery time was practically nonexistent, and that fact alone sent a wicked thrill through her. Nothing turned her on more than knowing just how much he wanted her.
Geri gave him a teasing grin. “You’re still overdressed for what I have in mind.”
With a snap of his fingers, his clothes vanished, leaving nothing but golden skin and sculpted muscle. She let out abreath she didn’t realize she was holding—no matter how many times she saw him like this, it was never enough.
Her fingers traced the lines of his abs and guided his cock through her slick folds, and that first slow slide—hot and edged with delicious friction—was always the sweetest. She took her time, knowing he loved to watch every second of it.
And, sure enough, his eyes were locked on his cock disappearing into her. So, she decided to give him a little something more to look at. When her hips were finally flushed with his, he managed to raise his eyes to hers. She pressed a soft kiss to his lips before leaning back, bracing her hands on his thighs. His eyes swept hungrily over her curves, and a slow, sinuous roll of her hips made him growl low in his chest.
Then she began to ride him, moving in a rhythm that shifted between slow, teasing circles and deep, steady thrusts. When his hands glided up her thighs, warm and possessive, a soft sigh slipped from her lips. Gods, she loved the way his touch made her feel—claimed, worshipped, and utterly undone.
“Look at you,” Apollo murmured, voice thick with awe. “You’re perfect…every move, every sound…you were made to drive me wild.”
She tilted her head, breath coming fast as she stared down at him. Sweat glistened on his golden skin, his blue eyes half-lidded with desire and yet still daring her with that cocky spark. She smirked.
