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ke you to that bed back there, and I’m going to put my mouth on every single inch of your body. And then, I’m going to bury my cock into that sweet pussy that the universe made just for me.” His voice is low, dark, and sultry. I shiver and nod. He lays and a few minutes later, I hear his breathing deepen. I close my eyes and start counting the minutes.
Two hours later, I scowl at Graham as I stand up to walk to the bathroom. All that talk and I’ve been waiting for him to wake up for the last hour. I stand up and walk past his seat to the door marked as the lavatory.
A small scream rips from my throat when his hand darts out, snags me by the waist and drags me backward until I’m sitting in his lap.
The scream morphs into a giggle when he buries his face in the back of my neck, his jaw still smooth from his shave this morning. His lips tease my skin, and I gasp when I feel his rock-hard erection pressing into my ass. I rock back and forth, and my dress rides up.
“Where you going?” he murmurs into my neck before he sinks his teeth into me.
“Ohhhh.” My moan is short and breathless. “I can’t remember,” I murmur.
I whimper when his hand slips into my hair and groan when he fists it and tugs my head back until it rests on his shoulders. I spread my thighs so my legs straddle his.
“Stand up,” he orders gruffly into my ear and then releases me.
I scoot off his lap and do as he asks.
As soon as I’m standing, I feel the zipper of my dress coming down. The tips of his fingers trail down my back as the fabric falls away. “Your skin is so beautiful, Sunshine.
“Take it off and turn around,” he commands softly. I peel the dress off my shoulders, and it falls into a pool of fabric around my ankles. I step out of it and turn around. His eyes are hooded as he watches me. My pussy quivers.
Oh, yes. I’m so ready. I take a deep breath and take a step toward my future.
Sun And Star
Graham
I commit this view of Apollo’s bare, elegant, lightly muscled back, the perfectly rounded bare ass to memory. The thin string of her thong is the only break in the expanse of honey-colored, smooth skin on display in front of me.
My lungs seize, my mouth waters, and my heart lurches to a screeching halt before throttling back to life with a deep-throated roar that sends blood rushing to my cock. She’s been completely naked under her dress this entire time.
And then she turns around. The sun streaming through the airplane windows bathes her in a warm, hazy light that makes her look like she has a full body halo.
She’s even more breathtaking than I remembered. Her small breasts with those small dark honey nipples are still pierced with the tiny arrows.
My fingers itch to touch them. My tongue longs to flick the arrow. My lips ache to kiss the tip before closing over the small peak. I close my eyes, but I can’t stop the rush of blood that surges in my cock.
It’s been a long time since I’ve been aroused by a woman’s nudity and not felt any shame. This is the woman I love. I may have been with other women, but I’ve never wanted to give myself to anyone but her.
My eyes move down the rest of her body. She’s got a tattoo on the side of her ribs. In scrawling script, it reads The Star is my Universe. And I am his. I stare at words.
Fuck me.
I surge to my feet just as she’s turning around. I cup the back of her neck and kiss her. She opens for me, and the taste of her sweet mouth and the slide of her warm tongue against mine are like fuel on my already raging lust. Her hands grip my shoulders, and she whimpers into my mouth. I break our kiss, bend slightly, hook an arm under her knees and walk her through the door on the right to the bedroom.
“This first time, I want to lay you down on a bed and make love to you. But after this, I’m going to fuck you wherever and whenever I want.”
“As long as you start right now, you can,” she says and cups the back of my neck and kisses me.
I kick the door of the bedroom open and lay her on the bed and start to strip off my clothes. I pause to look at her right when I’m down to my briefs.
Her eyes scan my face, my neck, shoulders, and chest, down my stomach. When she gets to my hips, her eyes widen, and she bites her bottom lip. Her eyes, when they slide back to mine, are hooded—desire turning them into pools of melted dark chocolate. She lifts herself up on her elbows, cups her breasts and pinches her plump, rigid nipples, and moans.
Her head falls back, and her chest juts forward. I lean over her and take one nipple between my teeth and circle it with my tongue before I pull it into my mouth and suckle her. Her skin tastes like salt and sweet, and I feel so fucking greedy for her. I want to devour every single inch of her. I skim my fingers down her stomach and tease the lace edge of her panties.
Her lids flutter, and she whispers, “Please, touch me.”
“Your wish is my command,” I murmur and slide my hand over the mound of her pussy. I reach her wet lips, and she hisses when my fingers, slick with her wetness, slip right past her clit. She groans and tilts her hips, and I slip my hand farther down until my first two fingers find the entrance to her pussy. I gasp and try to savor this moment. This intimacy is something I didn’t know existed in sex. There has been a part of me that was afraid that I might be defective because I’d never been with anyone who made me feel more than just physical pleasure. Until now. With Apollo, just like everything else, it feels as natural as breathing. My body wants to do this. There is no guilt, no shame, no resentment. Just need, desire, and us.
