I can’t help the laugh that bursts out of me, enjoying how real and fun things still are between us. I squeeze my boobs so his cock is nestled between them, and he starts to move.
He looks like something inhuman, something otherworldly, like how authors describe the Fae as being so breathtakingly beautiful and bewitching. A dark wave of hair slips down over his forehead, as intensity burns into me through those delicious eyes of his.
Has he always looked at me like this? Has he always regarded me as something precious? Treasured? Adored? Fuck. I could get used to this euphoria.
He picks up speed as he fucks my tits, and I curve my neck, sneaking my tongue out to brush his tip. He taps my nose like he’s scolding a puppy. “I’ll blow my load all over your sweet face,princesa.”
“So?” I grin at him.
He slides himself down my body, the hard ridges of his muscles pressing me further into the bed. When his tip grazes my pussy, my higher brain function stops dead on a gasp. “Apollo, please.”
Brushing his nose against mine, he breathes me in. “I said I’d never make you beg again, Edith. But there’s no sound more fucking enjoyable than hearing you whimper my name, than knowing there’s something you need that you only want from me.”
He inches inside me, just the tiniest bit, and my body starts to quiver.
“Apollo.”
His name is a choked gasp.
“Please, please make love to me.” I barely finish my sentence before he’s sliding inside me, and finally, I can breathe.
CHAPTER31
Apollo
It’s fucking embarrassing how quickly I shot my load into my girl on our first time. My dick felt her tight, velvety walls and lost his shit. We’re giving him a hot minute to recover before we go again. But damn, I need to up my game.
Edith is like putty in my hands, supple, relaxed, with a blissful, hazy smile on her face. What did I do to deserve this woman?
Her back is to my chest, head tipped back, my cock nestled against her perfect peach-shaped ass as I trail my fingers down the length of her arm, dotting kisses on her shoulder.
She moves ever so slightly, the faint smell of strawberries meeting my nose from her hair, or her lotion, or... somewhere. I’m not sure where, but it makes me want to cover her in strawberries and eat them off her one at a time.
I’ve never had an oral fixation before Edith. I mean, I’ve given my fair share of lip service. But Edie is different. Her salty-sweet taste, her uninhibited mewls and pants while I suck her essence from her body. It’s so fucking hot.
She gets so wet we might need to put down mattress covers going forward. The sheets beneath us are soaking, there’s no way it didn’t seep into the mattress, and I’m totally fucking here for it. I love how messy my girl gets for me.
She moves my hand from her arm to her chest where the nipple I can reach is hard. Giving it a little twist, I smile against her creamy skin as she whimpers my name.
It doesn’t take long before I’m hard again, and my princess clearly knows, because she’s wriggling her ass against me, squirming like she’s trying to send messages without saying a word. But I don’t do subtext.
“Can I help you with something,princesa?”
“I need you, Pollo.”
I nip at her skin with my teeth, enjoying the little shivers and clenches her muscles do in response. “What do you need?”
I’m already hooking her thigh over my forearm, and lining my cock up against her pussy. I’ve never taken someone on their side like this before, but it feels like a perfect fit, so it’s worth a try.
“I need you inside me.”
Not letting her say please, or beg, I thrust inside her in one push, enjoying the resistance her tight little pussy gives me as I enter.
Okay. I totally lied.
I thought the second time would be easier for me to give her the seeing to that she needs. But from the minute I bury myself in her, it’s a fallacy. Maybe I’m doomed to short shoot my way through life with this woman. Her pussy grips me like it’s owned me forever, firm, demanding, and squeezes with each movement of my hips.
My lips skim the salty-slick skin where her neck meets her shoulder, and she softens in front of me. My girl doesn’t seem to be the type to come with g-spot stimulation at all, though if she was, I wouldn’t know yet, since I can’t keep my shit together long enough to pound the fuck out of her and find out.
