I looked over my shoulder. He was standing there like I had just done something extraordinary instead of very basic. His eyes were dark with desire, and my stomach fluttered in response.
I had never felt magnificent before, but when he looked at me like that, it felt true.
He crossed the room in two long strides, then stopped right in front of me. One finger lifted my chin, so I had to look at him, then drifted slowly down the center of my chest, like he was taking his time on purpose.
“I want to make love to you properly,” he said. “In a bed. Where I can take my time.”
My heart stuttered. “We’ll have to be quiet. My walls are super thin. Eloise even hears when my microwave dings.”
His mouth curved in that slow, dangerous way that made my knees weak. His finger traced just a little lower, just enough to make the point.
“I can’t promise that,” he said, then he kissed me deeply. My hands went straight to his shoulders, and we melded together. I felt how much he wanted me, how my body affected him, when his erection pressed hard against my abdomen.
I’d never felt so powerful.
I pulled back just long enough to look at him. “How did this even happen?”
“I don't know,” he said. “But I’m very glad it did.”
We kissed again, and this time I did not hold myself back at all. I fell into it, into him, into this strange, impossible version of my life where I was wanted and loved and somehow magnificent. His mouth claimed mine with a mix of urgency and care that made my heart tug. I felt like he was kissing me not just because he needed me, but because he couldn’tbelieve I was here.
His hands slid up my ribcage and closed over my breasts. I bit back a sound as his thumbs teased my skin. His tongue was insistent yet gentle as it invaded my mouth, tasting every corner of it with desperation. My heart raced in my chest as his hands moved down to cup my ass, squeezing tightly.
He stepped back then, looking me over with dark eyes that held a hunger I couldn't ignore. "You’re so beautiful." He breathed out roughly before pulling off his shirt and tossing it carelessly on the floor without ever taking his eyes off me, as if he was afraid I might disappear if he did.
Then he was on me again, pressing me back against the wall. One hand slid up my spine, while the other palmed my breast. His fingers worked there, slow and deliberate, drawing another sound out of me that I could not quite stop. He leaned in, kissing along my jaw, down my neck, until his mouth found my ear, his teeth gently grazing my skin.
He reached behind my thighs and lifted me with easy strength, bringing me up against him. I wrapped my legs around his waist without thinking, moaning when his erection pressed exactly where I needed it.
His hot breath fanned across my neck as he whispered, "Feel how much you’ve already affected me?"
My nervousness disappeared under wave after wave of lustful desire, and I nodded shakily. “I need you, Arthur.”
He carried me to the bed and laid me down like I was something precious. The look on his face made my heart pound just as hard as my body.
“Spread your legs for me, Artemis,” he said softly. “Let me see all of you.”
I did as he asked, feeling exposed and exhilarated at the same time. He crawled between my legs, his dark eyes never leaving his target as he spread me with his fingers and dipped inside me. My body responded immediately, clenching around him.
He moved his finger in and out of me, while he watched his work with hungry eyes. “So perfect. So ready for me.”
He kept his finger moving as he leaned down, kissing along my thighs, slow and reverent, before working his way higher. He paused for a moment as he stared at me up close. I would have felt shame if his eyes didn’t show total adoration. Then his tongue was on me, and a strangled cry slipped out me. He licked one long stroke from my entrance to my clit. His finger returned to its dance inside of me as he slowly added another one, rubbing and stroking in rhythm as he took another lick, then plunged his tongue inside me. It felt like fire, but the best kind of burning. I couldn't hold back the moans this time, they tore from my throat like cries for help.
He slowly moved his other hand up my body and to my mouth where he inserted two fingers. “That’s my girl,” he whispered against me when I gently nit down on them.
He groaned and thrust his tongue inside of me again along with his finger, curling perfectly around my G-spot as he added another finger. My body was close to exploding.
He sucked on my clit as he curled his two fingers upward and pressed on that glorious spot. A wave of pleasure crashed over me, taking my breath away with a scream that was muffled by his fingers against my tongue.
“Letgo for me, my love.”
I did as he asked, my body shaking from the force of my orgasm.
It wasn’t enough. I needed more of him. More of the way he looked at me. More of the way he touched me like I was something precious instead of something temporary.
He moved over me, settling his weight in a way that felt grounding and intimate all at once. When he lined himself up with me, it felt like everything inside me went quiet, waiting.
“Please,” was all I could say, and he listened.
