“You’re just as pink and delicate as the flowers you bloom.”
Persephone closed her eyes and in the next breath his mouth was upon her. His wet tongue glided sinfully and her hips arched without her permission. He drove her wild with teasing licks, and when she was aching for more he answered with the full force of his mouth.
She didn’t know what he was doing down there, she only wished it would never stop. A burning ache built in her belly and worsened with each wet swirl of his tongue. Persephone cried out, desperate for him to relieve the pressure.
“Let go, flower. Falling is the best part.”
She whimpered as he continued and, just when she thought she would die from the throbbing in between her legs, a dam broke. Pleasure burst from her center and tingled down every limb as her back arched from the velvet grass. Her hands flew to his head and held it in place as he licked and sucked at her furiously, wringing every wave of pleasure she was capable of giving.
When her body stopped convulsing, she lay breathless wondering what in the hell just happened. It was the most intense and pleasurable thing she’d ever experienced. And shewanted more. Stars danced behind her eyes as she urged the lids to open, but found them too heavy to move.
“Do you want more, flower? Do you want me inside you?”
“Yes,” she moaned and nodded vigorously.
“I knew you would.” She could hear the smile in his voice, but still couldn’t open her eyes to see it. The atmosphere shifted and as he positioned himself over top of her. “It’s going to hurt when I’m in deep, but you have to trust me. Okay, flower?”
“Yes,” she breathed. Persephone wasn’t sure what to expect. All of the maids were long since untouched and never spoke of their first times. Just as she felt the soft tip swipe up her center, she cried out, “Wait!”
He stopped, but didn’t take himself from her.
“Your name,” she said.
“My name?”
“I don’t even know your name.” Silence fell, and she flinched from the air of annoyance coming off from his stiff posture.
“Do you need to know my name?”
“Yes.” Her response was a whispered plea.
He huffed an agitated breath, but still didn’t pull himself from her.
“Narcissus,” he ground out.
She chewed that over, trying to recall if ever she’d heard that name spoken between the Olympians, but nothing came of it.
“Narcissus,” she repeated.
“At your service.” His smile was forced, but she was relieved he was trying.
“I just wanted to know so I could remember,” she blurted.
“Remember what?”
“I want to remember the name of the man I chose so I can think of you while I’m lying under a man forced upon me.”
His smile was genuine when he said, “Oh, my sweet flower. You’ll never forget me, and I’ll never let you go.” There was anedge to his voice, but as he slid inside her it became a fleeting memory.
***
Persephone lay in a breathless heap upon the ground, grass tickling her bare flesh as the breeze dried the damp sheen covering her brow. Her thighs were slick with their love making and the rumble of approval beside her made her smile. They lay like that for gods knew how long with his fingers entwined in her tousled pink hair.
“Is it always like that?” The question had been swimming in her mind since the hazy fog of orgasm lifted.
“With me? Always.”
She huffed a laugh at the haughty remark but couldn’t stop the corners of her mouth from creeping back up. That was until she caught the fall of the sun. Demeter would be finished battling the famine soon and Persephone would have to be back before then. Demeter did not like to be kept waiting.
