Page 12 of Make Mine Nymph

DAPHNE

But first⁠—

“Oh, gods.” His breath is picking up, his hands fisted at his sides as I give his length a leisurely stroke, then another, firmer one. “Oh, gods, I dreamed about what it would be like to have your hands on me, but this… this is better than any of my fantasies.”

Yeah? Well, if he likes the way I’m stroking him, he’s going to love this.

Kicking my leg out, I use the bottom of my foot to scoot my silky dress closer to me. It’s not much padding against the tile of my floor, but it’ll give me something to kneel on. Once it’s in reach, I sink down so that my mouth is on level with his cock.

And then, with Alex muttering something that’s a mix between English and Ancient Greek, I grab his dick by the base of the shaft, then begin to nibble the head. His hands go right to my hair, as if he needs something to hold onto, but I don’t mind. He could rip out every strand right now and that wouldn’t stop me from my task.

I want Alex to lose all fucking control. I want to shake him from that confident, cocky attitude he shows to the rest of the world, and I want to make him putty in my hands. To prove it, I start stroking his shaft again, taking more of his length inside my mouth until I’m sucking half of him while stroking the rest. Hollowing my cheeks, I increase the suction, before encouraging him to fuck my mouth.

He was already hard before we started. With some guys, a little head gets them going, but with Alex? It’s been forty years since he got laid last. Assuming that he’s a little out of practice—and remembering Noelle’s story about her first time with Hunter—I want to take the edge off of his need.

He’s a god, right? I can’t imagine his recovery time being more than a couple of minutes. I’m going to do what I can to make him go off in my mouth, then I can do whatever I want with this gorgeous body when he’s ready for round two.

I can tell that he’s holding out. He doesn’t want to come so soon, but since the rest of my night relies on this happening first, I become more determined. Humming in the back of my throat, Alex grunts when the vibrations leads him one step closer to exploding in my mouth. He’s still fisting my hair. I follow the movement of his hips, letting him guide my head where he wants me. I’m breathing through my nose, but I take a second to gulp in another breath as I stroke him off.

Then, because the way his jaw is clenched makes his struggle obvious, I look up at him and grin. “Let yourself go, baby. Just feel how good this is for you, then we can get on that bed and you can show me how good we can be together.”

“What… what about you?”

I’ve always been a generous yet demanding lover. Though he doesn’t come out and say it, I know he’s asking about giving me oral. “Oh, you will. But you’ve been waiting longer than me.”

“My Daphne. So… unh… so kind.”

My Daphne… “You got that right, bud. But if I’m your wife, that means you’ll be my… how do you say husband?”

“Ándras.”

“Right. That. We’ll have forever, right? An eternity to pleasure each other. So let’s not worry about keeping score, okay? Let’s just do what feels right.”

The whole time I was talking, I was still stroking. Bucking his hips faster than when I was blowing him, Alex gasps, then begins to come as soon as I say ‘forever’. Ropes of white spend shoot out of him, covering my hand, though he slows his pace as I finish instructing him.

Hey. He did what I said. From the blissful look on his face, no doubt he did just that.

When he finally comes down from his orgasm, my confident god actually looks a little bit sheepish. “Sorry. I thought I’d last a little longer than that.”

I didn’t, but I don’t want to make him feel bad. Especially since, when I glance down at his dick, I discover a very pleasant surprise.

“Um. Hey… why are you still hard?”

Ah. There’s the cocky look I know so well. “What did you expect? I’m a god, Daphne. Didn’t you ever wonder why the ancient legends make all the gods out to be horny bastards? They’re insatiable.”

I match his grin. “Glad to hear. Because, baby, I’m more than ready to see what you can do with that thing.”

Alex waits until I’m standing again before he lunges forward, tipping me into his arms. He encourages me to wipe my come-covered hand on his chest, while he uses the flat of his hand to massage the rest into my tits when I turn down his offer of a quick shower.

Why, when I’m going to get dirty again? Because, if we do this right, I will be.

Once he’s sure that I’m sure, he leads me over to the bed. Laying me flat on my back, I settle myself against the mound of pillows he provided for me as he slowly climbs in beside me. My god is prowling like a fucking lion toward me. If I wasn’t already so turned on, that would’ve done it for me.

I open my arms up to him. Only a split second of hesitation before he’s swinging one leg over mine, his dick prodding me in the belly as he gets into position. I give him a daring nod—something I know he’d never be able to resist—and don’t even have to say another word. With a growl I never would’ve expected from him, he uses two fingers to test how slick and ready I am, then grabs his cock by the base and places it right at my entrance.

I’m sopping wet. From the moment he walked into my room and I knew this was going to happen, I’ve been waiting for him to fuck me. It takes a second for him to line our bodies up just right without him slipping away, but once he does? It’s been a while since I got laid, but I open up for his cock as if I was meant for him.

And, yeah, I guess I was.