“That’s… You’re unreal.” I’m about to question why someone as perfect as him is with me but then he says, “I’m just me, baby.”
He’s right. He is just him. Not some mythical creature. And I believe that he’s with me because this is where he wants to be. I’m going to take him at his word. Because I never take anything for myself. And I want this. I want him. All of him. Even if all I get to do, for now, is watch.
“I could use a little help,” he says reaching a hand between my legs and dragging it through my still-wet center then gripping his thick shaft. “Fuuuck,” he moans his eyes rolling back as he slides his hand, wet with my desire, down his length.
I’m breathless again. Mouth and eyes wide.
This—He is by far the sexiest thing on the planet. In the universe.
I can’t help myself. This hands-off deal has to end.
Not wanting to throw off his rhythm or give him a reason to stop, I don’t try to take over, just use two fingers to swipe the glistening bead of precum over his broad tip.
Apollo shudders and thrusts his hips skyward chasing my touch.
I catch his eye with a question in mine hoping he won’t deny me this. When he nods I let my hand follow his and we work together until he comes in thick ropes all over his toned stomach.
“Wow,” I say with a quick exhale having trouble catching my breath.
“Lily, I—.” Apollo starts but stops when his eyes, dark and thoughtful, meet mine and instead he cups my face in his hands and pulls my lips to his in an earth-shattering kiss.
“Will you stay—Sleep here tonight, I mean?” I correct my question realizing how the first way I phrased it could be interpreted to mean much more than one night. I don’t want him to think I’m expecting that much of him already. He might be choosing to stay but I don’t want him to think I’m asking him to give up his life.
“Whatever you want, Lilypop,” he says and kisses me senseless.
