Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 80576 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 403(@200wpm)___ 322(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80576 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 403(@200wpm)___ 322(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
Further words are lost as he lowers his mouth and kisses the top of my mound. The unexpected intimacy makes me want to beg him to stop, yet also leaves me oddly craving more. Every time he exhales on my bare skin, it reminds me of how foreign this sensation is, and yet I can’t help but like the fact that Apollo is actually touching me. His hands are on my nude skin, and the thrill of that knowledge almost makes the embarrassment of being in this vulnerable position in the fire's light disappear.
Almost.
I’m not sure if it’s the fact he spreads my thighs even further apart as he licks from the top of my pussy all the way to my ass, but my face feels as if it’s boiling beneath the surface.
Apollo continues to lick and kiss every inch of my heated sex. My face roasts even more when he uses his fingers to spread my pussy lips so he can lick that neglected skin as well. The man is being thorough.
The hardest part of this situation is the unknown. I don’t know how long this will last and if I should really allow the orgasm to come or if I should fake it like I’ve done before. I don’t know what I am supposed to be doing, and I don’t know what’s going through Apollo’s mind. Does he like what he’s doing to me? Does he like what he sees… my bare pussy writhing against his face as I purse my lips together to try not to cry out?
It feels good. Too good. I’m not sure if I should make my feelings known, but I’m not sure I can hide them either.
After a few more licks and kisses to an area of flesh where my thighs meet my pussy, he asks, “New rule in our marriage. If you want to come, then I’m the one to make it happen.”
I shake my head, not liking the fact that he’s trying to set a rule in a marriage that is nothing but a long list of Godwin rules. But when I get a finger shoved in my pussy in response, I practically howl, “Okay! I won’t try to make myself come again by myself.”
“You will ask for my help.”
“Yes.” Though I still am not sure I actually mean the words. But I don’t want to risk him getting angry and stopping. Not when I’m so close. So close…
Apollo continues finger fucking me as his tongue swirls around my clit. My skin burns in want, and sweat beads on my upper lip as my body continues to gyrate on his steady and perfect mouth. Moaning, gasping, whimpering, I close my eyes and give myself up to the moment…to Apollo and his perfect dominance. He’s demanding to please me, and I love it. I have no other choice but to release all my thoughts, my worries, and my resistance. My body submits to his tantalizing control over me.
“You’re fucking beautiful,” he whispers. “This is the sexiest pussy I’ve ever seen.”
Yes, this is what I need. After all this time, this is what I crave without even knowing it. Not just an orgasm, but an orgasm given by Apollo. Somehow, this all seems right. So right, when I had given up hope I’d ever feel this way again.
He pauses a moment, rubbing his hand along my heated flesh. Dipping his finger down the crease of my butt, he presses past the cheeks of my ass and rests his finger on the entrance of my tight hole, teasing me with the mystery of what’s coming.
Maybe I should stop him, or at the very least tense up, but I don’t. I don’t scream no, though I should. I don’t shoot up off the couch, though the woman even a day ago would have. I don’t curse him out in outrage, though I’d never allow this before. By licking my pussy, had he sucked all the resistance out of my body? Has he fingered me into complete submission? Or am I so desperate for any touch by this man that even his finger in my ass is welcome?
Slight pressure is added, but not enough to break past the puckered flesh and enter me fully. Slowly, he returns his finger to my silky folds, pulsing with desire. I can’t hide the fact that I’m dripping wet, and there is no hiding my hunger from Apollo, who now spreads the signs around my bare skin.
A deep moan rumbles in his chest and escapes as he thrusts his finger, followed by a second, into my hungry sex. I buck against his hand, mewling in pleasure. Lightheaded and panting with the need for more, I do everything I can not to beg to be fucked right then and there. The fingers aren’t enough. I need his cock buried inside of me. I need it thick, long, and hard, and I have no shame in admitting that fact.