“Yeah,” she says. “God.”
I’m still inside her, and I don’t want to move, but I’m also not entirely ready for this to be over, and if I want us to continue, we need to separate. But not quite yet.
Now that the frenzy has passed, I lean down and press a kiss to her lips. They’re soft under mine and taste sweet. Like a whisper of chocolate and a hint of rose. She’s perfect.
I keep kissing her as she lets her legs slip back down to the floor and we separate. But I hold her close, tangling my fingers in her hair until we’re both short of breath again. “Do you have anything on the schedule this afternoon?” I ask her.
She bites her lip. “Lifeguarding this afternoon. But I have a few hours. Why?”
“You haven’t realized?” I raise an eyebrow and smile down at her. “We’re not remotely finished.”
She takes a shaky breath and blushes, but she doesn’t look disappointed. “We’re not?”
Drawing my lips across her shoulder, I pull her away from the door and peel her out of the rest of her clothes so that she’s entirely naked in front of me. Seph is fucking radiant. A goddess that I can’t take my eyes off, and one that I plane to defile in ways that the gods would likely not approve of.
“Baby, we’re just getting started.”
9
Persephone
Present
I let Eric pull me over to his desk in a haze of pleasure. He just fucked me. Not just that, but took me in a way I can’t ever remember being taken. I’ve never had sex like that. Not ever. Not even the first time with him which was beautiful and amazing.
This is a memory I’ll cherish, and I should walk away. It’ll end badly, and I don’t want it to. But my mind is still swimming in the pleasure he pulled out of me, and I don’t think I would have the strength to say no even if I wanted to.
I don’t.
Seeing him naked in front of me is like a gorgeous dream. Perfect fucking body, those sculpted muscles I was eyeing when he was firing his arrows continue across his body, casting his form with dips and peaks and smooth skin. I want to run my tongue along the lines of his abs and pecs, and maybe taste those forearms while I’m at it.
And I haven’t even let myself think about his cock. It’s much bigger than the last time I saw it, and when he walked across the room towards m, fully hard, jutting out and curving upward, I don’t think I’ve ever been so wet. He filled me up to the brink, and I want that feeling again. I want him to take his time with me.
Eric shoves some papers across the desk and lifts me onto it in one smooth motion. “What am I doing on your desk?”
He grins as he sinks down in front of me pulling my legs apart. “It seemed like a convenient height.”
That’s all the warning I get before his mouth is on me, tongue tracing over the entrance to my pussy and circling my clit, stealing any bit of breath that I have left and any semblance of willpower. He’s gotten better at this too.
The brush of his tongue makes me wetter, and I’m slick with him and my own arousal, feeling him slide against me with ease. Oh fuck. My body is already primed and ready for pleasure, and it’s already rising through my skin, threatening to overwhelm me.
Eric’s hands are on my thighs, pulling me closer while he pushes his tongue deep inside me. Stroking, teasing, that intimate touch bringing me to the edge. I shove my hands into his hair to hold him still, and the noise that comes out of me is sheer raw need.
He licks into me with agonizing slowness. My legs are shaking, and I swear that all I can see is white. Slowly moving back up to my clit, swirling his tongue around it in patterns that leave me no air to breathe. Over and over and over again until I’m panting, moaning, saying his name.
Instead of pulling back he only works me harder, never letting up, driving me higher with that maddening tongue of his, until I’m dissolving around him. Pleasure spirals up and out and through, and I let my head fall back, my voice echoing off the walls.
The first orgasm was amazing, and this one is just as good. Fireworks shivering across my skin, and that perfect pleasure sinking deep.
God. I masturbate, but it’s been awhile since I’ve had sex. Even longer since I’ve had good sex. I flood Eric’s mouth with my orgasm, and he drinks me up, never letting up as I finish, drawing out every last bit of the climax until I’m gasping and limp. Bent over him as he kneels before me.
When he finally pulls away, he looks at me, his lips and mouth shining with me. Fuck that’s sexy, and I nearly lose consciousness when he licks his lips, one corner of his mouth tipping up into a smile. “Just like I remember.”
A furious blush races up my chest and across my cheeks. “Stop,” I say, embarrassed. “You do not remember what I taste like.”
He stands, stepping between my legs so our faces are close and perfectly level. So close that we’re only a breath apart. “I do,” he says softly. “You’re just as delicious now as you were then.”
My cheeks are so hot I must be as red as a tomato. He covers my mouth with his, and he still tastes like me. It makes me wet all over again, and I’m not a woman who can usually just keep going. But I just want more. All of him.
Now that we’re moving slowly, we’re exploring each other. Eric’s hands are running across my skin and I finally get to feel the hardness I was admiring in the way I want to. Muscles contract under my fingers, hardening and flexing. His cock hardens between us too.
He’s bigger than he was when we were first together. More than a little. And I explore that too, stroking him until he’s as hard as the desk that I’m sitting on. “You asked me how much time I had,” I say. “How much time do you have?”
His eyes go dark with hunger. “I’m the camp director. I can make whatever time we need.”
Lust curls in my gut, and the possibility of holing up with him unrolls before me. We can’t do that. I know we can’t. But I also can’t say that the thought isn’t appealing.
Leaning forward, I press my lips to his collarbone. “Good,” I whisper. We’ll make it last as long as it needs to last. And that’s that. Right now, I have plans to return the favor, because like him, I have some memories of our first time together, and I want to see how they match up.
I slip off the desk and down to the floor, doing my best to not let my lips leave his skin while I do. He goes still, watching me intently. I don’t even think that he’s breathing, like he thinks that if he moves, he’ll scare me away and I won’t want to do this.
“Seph,” he says. It’s at once a question and a plea.
“Fair’s fair,” I say with grin.
He shakes his head. “It doesn’t have to be about fair.”
I raise an eyebrow. “Maybe I remember what you taste like too,” I say.
Eric’s cock jumps in my hand, and I grin. I’m having a little bit of déjà vu, but this time is better. This time I’m not nervous. I know what I’m doing, and I want to hear the sounds he’s going to make when I do this.
I start with the tip of my tongue. Just brushing across the head softly. Eric shudders, rubbing his hands across his head. “Jesus.”