“Oh, that was nice.” My words are shaky and weak like the rest of me. So much so, I can’t be bothered to move when the cool air rushes over my skin as the water drains from the tub. “I can’t move,” I admit.
“Good,” Apollo says rinsing the soap off of me with the shower wand before lifting me and setting me on the edge of the tub.
As he wraps the towel around my shoulders and proceeds to towel me dry, the erotic fog in my head begins to clear. Guilt grips me. “This is too much.”
“No. What’s too much is how much of yourself you give everyone else without accepting anything from them. You earned this. You deserve it.”
My heart thumps hard against my ribs as he scoops me easily into his arms. With my head resting on his broad shoulder, he carries me to my room and places me on the bed.
“Where do you keep your night clothes?” He asks.
“Do I need them?”
He smirks. “Nope,” he says lifting my legs and draping them over his lap as he sits on the bed and starts rubbing my left foot.
“Have you seriously gotten off thinking about meeverynight?”
“Sometimes more than once. Tonight, though… Pretty sure I’ll be raw by morning.”
“Well, then. Seeing as you’ll be up all night anyway and I’ve got some catching up to do…” I bend my knee letting my legs slack open as I slip my fingers through my slit.
Apollo’s hands still on my foot, his lips part, eyes unblinking as I stroke myself to climax.
It’s strangely satisfying seeing Apollo speechless.
And that doesn’t change when I ask him, “So, how many more until we’re even?”
