Athena blinked. “For what, exactly?”
“For what I... did. I’m not... usually like that...” he said with remorse.
His fingers softly massaged at her hip and she could feel a soreness where he touched her. Her eyes dipped to see the faint markings of blush colored bruises the exact shape of his fingertips.
Realization dawned on her, and she immediately shifted gears.
“Oh no, don’t be sorry about that. Please... I promise you, it’s not an... issue.”
Brian curled closer to her, avoiding her gaze.
“I’m serious. I liked it. In fact...” She brought his face up, hooking her long nail beneath his chin and forcing him to look back at her.
In his golden eyes she could see fear, heartbreak. She hated to see such things in such beautiful eyes, understanding at this moment that whatever qualms he had about what had happened, it was because at some point, someone had made him feel this way.
Like he was something to regret, like he was someone to forget.
Discarded.
He looked at her in awe and wonder, refusing to break her gaze as his hands trailed over her flushed skin.
The ache in her loins had returned, desire flooding her as the world seemed to converge once again.
This man had quite a hold on her, and she did not wish to let him go.
She rolled herself on top of him, gently pushing him back into the mattress among the array of pillows. The sheets twisted around them as she did so, and a small gasp escaped his throat as he stared up at her. She straddled his thighs, gazing down at him in the morning light, fully able to appreciate him in all his glory.
His long, slender arms, his messy hair, his sizeable cock glistening with the tiniest bead of precum like a diamond in the light.
Brian’s hand slid over her hip, resting on her ass.
“My God, you are beautiful,” he murmured.
“You are quite a sight for sore eyes yourself,Brian.” She tasted his name on her tongue, liking all too much how it sounded.
Easy, smooth.
“And I believe it ismy Goddess,” she teased, her insides twisting with renewed anticipation.
“My Goddess,” he murmured, his tone full of worship and adoration.
Athena wrapped her hand around his cock, relishing the feel of his smooth hardness against her heated palm.
Brian’s eyes fluttered closed as his head fell back farther into the pillow.
“Fuck, that feels so good...” he said, his voice already getting tight and screwed up.
Athena smiled and continued her rhythm before bending down and licking his head. His back arched instantaneously and he swore again.
“I don’t know if I’m going to be able to...”
“Then don’t. Come for me,” she cooed before taking him into her mouth.
Brian let out a spine tingling moan that sent shockwaves of desire all throughout Athena as she swallowed him down.
She smiled as she swallowed the last of his release, staring back down at him as she dismounted and curled next to him, feeling quite victorious. She watched his chest heave as he tried to catch his breath, setting her hand over his heart. The quickening beat made her feel a sense of excitement.
He turned toward her, pulling her in for another kiss, his tongue exploring her mouth with fervor and equally met desire. And when his tongue caressed hers, she melted completely.
