“You are the greatest gift I have ever received in my long life,” Cronus said, pulling away, his eyes more gold than usual. “And you’ve only added to it with our child.”
“You have other children,” I reminded him with a grin.
He smiled as well. “Yes, and I love them, even my asshole of a son who I’ll probably have to kill. But none of them were born of a true family. None of them were born of love like our daughter. This little one, I can already picture her, so much like her mommy. I will protect her no matter what, because even with her power she will be more vulnerable for the first few years.”
A few hard kicks and I wasn’t sure she was on the same page as Cronus, but I loved how protective he was about her already. “I need you to make love to me now,” I told him, my knees wobbly as my need for him grew. “Pretty sure baby hormones are going to keep you in bed for the rest of this pregnancy.”
Cronus’ slow smile did something to me. Really naughty things. “Babe, you’re going to regret saying that.”
Somehow I doubted it.
He kissed me again, long slow kisses, before he deepened the movement, our tongues clashing together. He tasted like power and Cronus and love; my weak knees were practically jelly. Slipping an arm beneath me, he lifted me closer to his face to reduce the awkward height difference between us. I mean, I loved me a tall man, but my guy was closer to giant than human, and my poor neck muscles didn’t appreciate being held at that angle for too long.
With his help, I crawled my way up him, arms wrapping around his neck, legs around his waist. As we kissed, he started to walk toward the bed, holding me with no apparent strain. I tilted my head back and his lips trailed from my mouth, down my jaw, and when he sucked on that sensitive part of my neck that he knew I loved, my moan was loud. Embarrassingly loud, but I didn’t give a shit.
Life was short. I’d lived through losing the love of mine and I wasn’t going to hold back on how I felt.
“You. Are. So. Fucking. Beautiful,” he said between peppering kisses across my skin, his tongue sliding across the tops of my breasts, before he managed to slip under the edge of my bra and find my right nipple.
Lord. Have. Mercy.
My lower body rocked against him as the ache increased. Cronus groaned as he tasted more of me, searching for the other nipple. “Can’t neglect this one,” he murmured. His tongue was warm and wet, the suction just enough that I was on the edge of screaming, and the dude had only touched my nipples. I’d probably combust when he moved on to other things.
When he laid me back on the bed, I barely even noticed how soft the comforter was under me; I was too interested in the man on top. My legs were still wrapped around his waist and he held himself up so as not to squish me, strong arms on either side of my head, his head lowering to my nipples once more.
Boy was thorough, not missing any skin as he used his magic to remove my clothing, piece by piece, and each piece of exposed skin got thoroughly loved. He was driving me crazy, but at the same time I wished it would never end.
When he reached the small swell of my stomach, he rubbed a gentle hand across it, just a glancing graze, but it warmed my heart. A warmth that fit with the fire zooming through the rest of me.
At the junction of my thighs, he took his time, kissing and caressing me, before his tongue slid right along the wetness that had been pooling there. I cried out, my fingers burying in his gorgeous hair. “Cronus, it’s too much.”
His chuckle was warm and low, sending air across my sensitive skin, and I almost screamed, pulling my hands from his hair and digging them into the bedding. He licked me again, those long thorough licks that caressed every pleasure point. Pressure built, the sensations so strong I wasn’t sure I’d survive the impending explosion.
I needed this orgasm like I needed my next breath of air.
“I got you, love.”
As soon as the wordloveleft his lips, he buried his face between my legs and sucked my clit into his mouth. I screamed his name. He didn’t stop, tasting me like he wanted to live there and never leave. His movements slowed as I breathed embarrassingly loud, and just when I thought he was done, his tongue swirled around my most sensitive spot again, at just the right pressure, and everything spun out of control as orgasm number two hit.
Cronus was too fucking good at that. His tongue … pretty sure there should be sonnets written about it. Like, angels from the heaven singing the tale of this god and his fucking ability to wring multiple orgasms from a woman.
“I want more,” I moaned, reaching for him.
Cronus lifted me, and in one swift movement positioned me on the bed beneath him. His fingers slid across the wetness between my legs, and I wondered if I’d ever been this horny before.#AnyoneKnowTheNumberForSexAddictsAnonymous
Opening my legs further, I didn’t even flinch as his monster came into view. The tip slid in just an inch, before he pulled it out again, and I wanted to scream when it slid in a second time, still only an inch or so.
No doubt at his size this was to prep me better, but fuck, it felt like I was going to die if he didn’t get inside me. I was almost certain I could handle his big dick energy straight up. Right?
He did it again, another inch this time, and reaching out, I dug my nails into his shoulders, eyes closed. “Please, Cronus,” I begged.
“Slowly, love,” he replied, voice strained. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
We had a choice to make: vagina damage versus therapy if I lost my fucking mind over the torture.
Damn him trying to be a good guy when all I wanted was him to rough me up a little.
The next time he slid inside, I braced myself and thrust my pelvis up, the entire delicious length sliding until we were fully together. Cronus’ groan matched my own, and then the devious light I’d wanted came into his eyes.
