Ares makes a sound deep in his chest. “Can I kiss you Laura?”
I answer without a thought. “Always, Ares.”
His head dips even lower and I feel the heat of his mouth as he leans in and delivers one long lick up my center. My back comes off the bed completely. Holy hell, Ihad no idea he would kiss me there. Ares’s hand comes up, and he slides it under my butt, pulling me closer when I would have inched away. Without giving me a chance to recover, he goes right back, this time his tongue stops near my clitoris and he flicks back and forth. I plant my feet on the bed and a low moan escapes me.
I reach down and grab a handful of his hair intending to pull him up, this feels damn good, but it’s almost overwhelming. I don’t feel like I have control over my body. Ares takes me tugging on his hair as an encouragement and licks me again, and this time when he reaches my clit, he applies some kind of pressure that has my legs shaking and a whimper leaving my lips. I tighten my knees and thighs around his head and shoulders. It’s too much. “Ares.” His name isn’t more than a whisper, and he looks up at me, his eyes hooded with a feral gleam. I shake my head no in denial and reach for him. Ares pulls his hand out from under me and my bottom hits the bed. I let my eyes fall closed and relax as he slides his body against mine.
“You want to stop, did I do something wrong, hurt you?” He brushes hair away from my face, his voice is full of worry.
I open my eyes. “No, you didn’t hurt me.” I cradle his jaw in my hand. “Ifelt like I was losing control.”
Ares’s eyes soften, he kisses the corner of my lips and he smells a little musky, like me.
“Do you like that, kissing me there?” I can’t help the question that pops out. I’ve been so alone for so long. NowthatI have him and the others to talk to, sometimes I don’t hold back. I can’t imagine he’d get anythingout of it.
Ares’s body tightens over mine, his hands sliding under my back. “Fuck yes,” he breathes into my ear. “Your scent all over me, the way you taste, the way you feel.” His hips rock against the bed. I feel his abdominal muscles contract between my legs.
I turn my face so I can meet his lips, and Ares kisses me hungrily for several long minutes. I reach to the side of the bed where I know the condom is and search with my fingers. When my hand closes over the foil packet, I bring it over and break the kiss. “Should we put this on now?” I’m about as ready as I will ever be, if he keeps kissing me and touching my nipples, I think I’ll come undone just from that.
Ares moves to take the package from my hand, but I pull it back. “Can I do it? I know how, we had to practice on a banana in class.”
Ares lets out a low chuckle, his eyes dancing like I’ve never seen before. With a smirk on his lips, he liftsupso he’s on his hands and knees and rolls over onto his back. He folds his arms behind his head and looks down at his erection. “Anything you want.”
I bite the corner of my lips and tear the package open. The rubber inside kinda stinks, and it’s super slimy. I pinch the tip and pull it free from the wrapper. I focus on Ares, excited I’m going to touch him.
Going up on my knees I shimmy over to him. He licks his bottom lip as his eyes scan over me. I touch his hip, swirling my empty hand over our mark and his penis jumps. Ares’s mouth falls a little slack, and he tips his head back. But he snaps it back up, his eyes opening like he can’t bear to look away from me.
I guide my fingers to his short crisp hairs letting my nails drag over his pubic area. Another jerk, this time his hips rotate a little too. Fascinated with the blunt head, I see a tiny drop of fluid near the tip. Using my thumb, I touch it, finding it slightly sticky but warm. “Oh, fuck,” Ares curses, his head fall back again.
I pull my hand away, and his chest is heaving up and down, and I can see the flutter of his pulse in his neck with his head thrown back. He’s excited. Emboldened, I reach for him and wrap my fingers around his shaft. My thumb goes back to the slit as I use it to smear thelittle bit of moisture that’s left over his tip.
Ares grunts, and returns to watching me, his eyes a wide sea of black staring down at me. I move my hand up and down much like he did earlier, watching his face for a reaction.
He doesn’t disappoint. A frown mars his gorgeous features as he bites his bottom lip. He’s completely at my mercy. Ares, the most powerful and in control person I’ve ever met, is utterly open and vulnerable to me.
“Should I kiss you here?” My voice is husky, I barely recognize it. If I thought his eyes were wide before then I was wrong, a blast of icy air stirs my hair.
“I can’tfucking believe I’m going to say this, but how about we save that for another day?”
I like how powerful I feel, likethathe’s letting me take the lead, even if it’s only perceived. “Just one little kiss?”
Ares’s eyes roll back in his head as his hips roll again. I take that as all the acceptance I need. Leaning down, I place a soft kiss right where the tip meets the shaft, under the slit. At the last second before I pull away, I deliver one small lick, wetting him.
Ares’s hips buck off the bed, and his eyes narrow on me, telling me that at some point he will get retribution.
I wisely decide I’ve played with him long enough. Holding the tip of the condom, Islide it down his length, finding the velvet over steel analogy to be apt. Ares’s hands join mine when I struggle to get it all the way down, the condom doesn’t reach his root, but it covers the important bit.
Ares grasps my arm and pulls me closer. “Come here,” he whispers, when I lean in close enough to kiss him. He taps the side of my leg and then taps the other side of the bed. He’s still in the somewhat reclined position as before, propped up on the pillows of the bed.
I straddle his hips, being careful not to knee him as I do. I settle back on his thighs, his penis jutting up between us. Ares moves up into a sitting position and wraps his hand around the back of my neck. Instead of kissing me, he places his forehead on mine and takes several deep breaths.
I drape my hand over his forearm, tying us even closer together. “Are you sure you’re ready?” I don’t answer. Instead, I place my lips over his and show him Idon’t have any doubts.
Not breaking the kiss, Ares guides me backward until he’s over me again and between my legs. One hand goes to my center and he runs his fingers up and down a few times, and oncehis fingersare coated in my wetness, he sinks one inside me.
I expect an uncomfortable pang, but it only feels a little foreign. My muscles tighten anyway with the intrusion. He works his finger in and out a few times until my hipsstart tofollow his movements, and that’s when he adds the tip of another finger. I inhale, feeling a little pinch, but still expecting it to be much worse, does this mean I’m not a virgin anymore?
Again, he continues with the sweet, soft kisses, and sliding his fingers in and out of me. When my muscles tighten because he pushes a little higher, he adds his thumb to the mix, circling my clit with his fingers still inside me.
