“Theo,” she cried, her entire body starting to shake as she braced for the oncoming wave of pleasure.Again.
Every nerve in her body felt strung like a tight wire and her muscles ached, her body hot as sweat formed beneath her breasts, among other places.
Theo ground his cock against her hesitantly, the smooth fabric of his briefs cool to the heat of her exposed flesh.His mouth latched onto her nipple and continued his appraisal of her breast with his tongue.And once again, without warning, Calliope’s entire body unraveled like a spool of thread.
Theo disappeared between her legs once again, his mouth kissing and sucking at her clit again, his tongue sliding inside of her, and she cried out because everything felt soheightened.
But her spark grew like a wildfire in a brittle forest.
Theo looked up at Calliope from his spot between her legs and she noticed his hand on his covered cock once more.
“Tell me whatyouwant, Theodore,” she whispered, her voice shaky as a fresh bout of moisture bloomed between her legs, but she was not sure if it was from his mouth or the sight of him like this.
Hard.Needy.
“Tell me and I will give it to you,” she whispered, her words an echo of a familiar sentiment.It wasn’t the first time she’d said them, and she knew this wouldn’t be the last, either.
It seemed the tables had turned.
Calliope knew it was easier to give thantake.She had never been a greedy woman, but perhaps that was truly her curse.What separated her from the gods and goddesses.As badly as she wanted to be praised, shelikedpraising others.As badly as she wanted to be worshipped and adored, she needed a human to worship and adore to feel inspired, herself.The balance was never quite equal, though.
But her desire togiveTheo the pleasure he had given her was beyond craving.It was a desperate need.
I need to please him.I need to feel the spark he ignites within me...
He looked at her with hazy eyes, licking his lips.
Calliope sat up, the motion driving him back and further from her pulsing core.She ached for his sweet, wicked mouth, knowing what it was capable of, but she pushed the thought aside.She had takenenough.It was time to give her darling little chipmunk the treat he deserved.
Because no matter what he asked of her, Calliope vowed she would give him what he wanted.And he would take it the same way everyone else did.Without hesitation.She would give him the spark he needed, and then he would leave her.And with that spark, he’d do something wonderful, magnificent, and she would never know.And in time, she would fade from his memory.Become nothing but a story, a tale of his youth.
He’ll forget my name, but he’ll never forget the spark I gave him.
But I will remember it all.I will remember his cocky assertion of likening drinks to personalities.I will remember his phthalo green patinae eyes and his wicked tongue.I will remember his perfect, golden Adonis body, and the fire he ignited within me for one, perfect night.
Calliope reached for his hand, the one covering his cock.She pushed his hand away, and he let her.Her fingertips grazed over the head of his cock, feeling the faint wetness against the fabric of his briefs.
“I want to make you come again,” he said, his voice dark and thick with lust.
Calliope sauntered over him, pushing him until he fell over, his back hitting the bottom left foot of her easel and knocking some paint tubes onto the floor.She didn’t let up, though, as she positioned herself over his cock, slipping her fingers through the hole in his briefs.
Theo tensed.
“If you want me to stop, I’ll stop.”she told him.She needed him to trust her, trust that shecouldgive him the pleasure he deserved.He hadn’t asked for anything.Even when he offered to buy her a drink, he did not ask for one in return.He did not ask to take her home to his place.And even after two leg-shattering orgasms, he had not once asked Calliope to touch him, to taste him.She was not certainwhyhe was holding back.Or what he was afraid of.
Unless I am not what he truly wants...
She froze at the thought.
“No,” he shook his head.“I don’t want you to stop, I just?—”
Calliope slowly wrapped her hand around his cock, slipping her hand inside his briefs, feeling the size of him.He filled her hand perfectly, her insides aching to know what he felt like, how he tasted.How he would feel stretching her with his cock.
But this wasn’t abouther.
“Is this what you want?”she asked, squeezing him lightly before she tugged down his briefs.
He gently lifted his hips, allowing her to remove his briefs completely, his eyes falling shut as his cock bobbed free.The glistening arousal pebbling his cockhead caught the light, and Calliope had to stop for a moment to appreciate the sight before her.
