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She’ll hate you anyway. I close my eyes. This is what I do with my clients. It always works. But I can’t keep them closed. Not with her. I can’t detach myself. This feels like I used to think sex would. Her bare skin on mine is electrifying. My cock is throbbing, begging me to set it free. My whole body, my heart, my mind—all are on fire with the need for Apollo.
She lifts up and slips three fingers inside of her cunt and starts to fuck herself. “I have a dildo at home. I sit on it and ride it and pretend it’s your cock inside of me.” She puts her free hand onto my chest for balance and closes her eyes.
I almost weep. The strain of sitting through it is killing me. I want to flip her over, fold her in half and sink my aching cock into her wet, hot pussy.
She starts to call my name, and then suddenly she screams. The expression on her face is that of true ecstasy. But still, I don’t move. Not even when she drapes her bucking body over me, presses her forehead to mine and sobs my name as she comes.
She collapses onto me and we lie there, heaving bare chests pressed together in complete silence. My mind is reeling, my heart is beating so hard I know she can feel it, just as I can feel hers.
My hard, throbbing cock is pressed into her, and even through the denim of my jeans, I can feel the heat of her pussy. I try to adjust my hips, and she gasps. I wait for her to move. A minute later, I hear a soft snore.
“Apollo?” I call softly. When she doesn’t respond, I give her a gentle nudge.
She’s passed out cold. I lie there and try to calm myself down.
The rustle of the sheets is the only warning I have before her warm, supple body is pressed into my side. I tense at her touch, butshe just burrows herself into my side. I glance down, and her eyes are still closed.
This is fine. We’ve done this plenty of times. We’ve always shared a bed, and I like holding her while I sleep. But holding her will never be enough again.
When I close my eyes, all I can see are her swaying breasts. I imagine that I had leaned forward and taken the tip of her breast in my mouth.
I feel like a fucking animal thinking of her like that. Of using her the way those women use me. She’s the only person, besides my mother, who knew me when I was just Graham. She is the last good thing about me. And I’m about to lose her.
I slide away from her and start to get off the bed.
“Where you goin’?” she groans, and I jump.
“Sleep, Sunshine. I have to use the bathroom.”
“Hurry back,” she commands.
She’s grabbed my pillow and has wrapped her body around it. I watch her press her nose into it and take a deep whiff.
“I love the way your soap smells, by the way,” she says as I start to close the door behind me.
I turn on the water right away and hope that the sound of it disguises the sounds I’m about to make.
I take a second to catch my breath and try one more time to rid myself of this hard-on. I close my eyes and think of Nanette. I try to remember what her hands feel like. But, I can’t.
It’s like the air is infused with the essence of Apollo and every breath I take only makes my cock harder.
I hurriedly shove my sweatpants down and fist my cock. I prop my other hand on the edge of the sink while I stroke myself. The water is loud and hot, and soon the room is dense with steam, and I can’t even hear the sound of my harsh, ragged breathing.
I’m so lost in my pleasure and so close to coming that I don’t realize I’m not alone until I hear the door slam shut.
My heart nearly bursts in my chest when I turn around to see Apollo standing there. She’s got a small smile on her face. Her eyes are hooded and trained on my cock. I let go of it and start to pull my hands out of my pants.
“Don’t stop,” she drawls, talking over the sound of the running water and I freeze like a deer caught in the headlights. I groan but don’t move my hand away.
“Apollo, I was just …”
“I know,” she says, her voice catches on the last word. “Please … I want to watch you. Like you watched me.”
She walks over and turns the water off while my blood deprived mind races to catch up.
“We shouldn’t,” I say, my voice clogged with the tension of my throbbing cock.
She steps to stand right in front of me. I lean back against the sink, and she presses into me.
