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The water fell around him,steam curling in the air as he braced himself against the tile. He breathed deep, inhaling the steam as he fought the overwhelming desire to curl up on the floor and let the water rain down like a monsoon against his tight, anxious muscles.
And almost as if the Goddess herself could hear his prayer, memories resurfaced ofher.
Athena.
Blinding images of when they’d showered together, after a long and arduous fuck, only one of many that night.
The water sliding down her perfect, smooth skin, of her warm, wet breasts pressed against his chest, of his cock springing to life once more like it had a mind of its own, clearly not sated by the several rounds they’d already gone.
He’d never wanted so much sex in all his life, but something about the woman spurred a desire, an innate awakening that no one else ever had. He turned her around lightly, running his fingers through her hair, taking his time as he washed it for her, the haze of alcohol only a memory at that moment in time.
His fingers massaged her scalp and she let out a contented sound that made him smile.
“You don’t have to do this, you know,” she said with a sigh.
“I know, but I want to,” he said, and he’d meant it.
He wanted to worship this woman every way he could. She leaned against his back, the soft flesh of her ass brushing against his hardness, and he couldn’t help but groan.
“I’m sorry,” he said with a light laugh. “I don’t know what’s gotten into me, I’m not usually like this,” he said as she turned around once more, pressing her heated front against him.
She looked at him with glowing eyes, her dark lashes standing out like shadows against the oncoming dawn.
When this dream of a woman, this perfect night would end.
But Brian didn’t want to think about endings. Not when he’d only discovered the beginning of who he could be, in the presence of the right person.
“Don’t apologize for who you are,” she said, reaching out her fingertips to trace over his lips. His cock ached to fill her again, and again, until there was nothing left of him.
Until he’d become one with the Goddess that was Athena.
Her lips brushed his softly, and he sunk into her kiss with exaltation.
She breathed a life into him he’d never known.
Acceptance, understanding.
Love.
But it was crazy to think he could fall in love in the span of a few hours, wasn’t it?
He wasn’t sure, but he knew as he kissed her, as he caressed her tongue with his, as she wrapped her leg around his hip, drawing him closer once more, that perhaps love was as legendary as the tales of mythological beings and heroes’s journeys, but Brian believed in all of it like a child who believes in Santa Claus.
That the magic existed, all you had to do was look for it.
The memory of her skin, warm and wet against his, caused his cock to twitch, and he leaned his head against the cool tile, letting the water run over him. He groaned, knowing there was no use, sliding his hand around his swollen cock as he closed his eyes.
The world around him faded as he focused on finding his bliss, his peace, once more.
The memory as he lifted her, of her wrapping her legs around him. The sound of her back hitting the marble shower wall, the wet, warm slickness as he thrust himself inside of her, slowly, dragging out every sensation as his lips captured hers.
The memories mingled together of rushed, hurried sex, of slow, steady lovemaking, of soft flesh, warm blood, and of life-altering kisses, of glowing silver eyes that saw him as the man he longed to be.
Strong, confident, worthy of all the grandeurs life had to offer.
Resistance was futile as he came without warning, grunting out a stifled, frustrated moan, watching the thick ropes of his release slither down the drain with the memories.
