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“You know I do. I haven’t changed that.” Has it really been that long since he’s last touched me, that he doesn’t remember that I remove any trace of hair almost obsessively?
I can feel the heat of his stare on my bare pussy, but I don’t conceal myself. I stand and await his next command.
“Good.” His eyes look back into mine. “Sit down and spread your legs,” he directs, his voice husky.
Suffocated by the fear of the unknown, I do exactly as he asks with no hesitation, though missing the way he hungrily gazes at my body. Spreading my legs, I lower my head to see his face now that he’s kneeling between my thighs. The strong features, the firm air, the sensitive but unyielding eyes.
He places his palms on my legs and spreads me even wider as heat ripples over my body in waves, leaving me breathless. “Apollo,” I whisper. “I—”
Further words are lost as he lowers his mouth and kisses the top of my mound. The unexpected intimacy makes me want to beg him to stop, yet also leaves me oddly craving more. Every time he exhales on my bare skin, it reminds me of how foreign this sensation is, and yet I can’t help but like the fact that Apollo is actually touching me. His hands are on my nude skin, and the thrill of that knowledge almost makes the embarrassment of being in this vulnerable position in the fire's light disappear.
Almost.
I’m not sure if it’s the fact he spreads my thighs even further apart as he licks from the top of my pussy all the way to my ass, but my face feels as if it’s boiling beneath the surface.
Apollo continues to lick and kiss every inch of my heated sex. My face roasts even more when he uses his fingers to spread my pussy lips so he can lick that neglected skin as well. The man is being thorough.
The hardest part of this situation is the unknown. I don’t know how long this will last and if I should really allow the orgasm to come or if I should fake it like I’ve done before. I don’t know what I am supposed to be doing, and I don’t know what’s going through Apollo’s mind. Does he like what he’s doing to me? Does he like what he sees… my bare pussy writhing against his face as I purse my lips together to try not to cry out?
It feels good. Too good. I’m not sure if I should make my feelings known, but I’m not sure I can hide them either.
After a few more licks and kisses to an area of flesh where my thighs meet my pussy, he asks, “New rule in our marriage. If you want to come, then I’m the one to make it happen.”
I shake my head, not liking the fact that he’s trying to set a rule in a marriage that is nothing but a long list of Godwin rules. But when I get a finger shoved in my pussy in response, I practically howl, “Okay! I won’t try to make myself come again by myself.”
“You will ask for my help.”
“Yes.” Though I still am not sure I actually mean the words. But I don’t want to risk him getting angry and stopping. Not when I’m so close. So close…
Apollo continues finger fucking me as his tongue swirls around my clit. My skin burns in want, and sweat beads on my upper lip as my body continues to gyrate on his steady and perfect mouth. Moaning, gasping, whimpering, I close my eyes and give myself up to the moment…to Apollo and his perfect dominance. He’s demanding to please me, and I love it. I have no other choice but to release all my thoughts, my worries, and my resistance. My body submits to his tantalizing control over me.
“You’re fucking beautiful,” he whispers. “This is the sexiest pussy I’ve ever seen.”
Yes, this is what I need. After all this time, this is what I crave without even knowing it. Not just an orgasm, but an orgasm given by Apollo. Somehow, this all seems right. So right, when I had given up hope I’d ever feel this way again.
He pauses a moment, rubbing his hand along my heated flesh. Dipping his finger down the crease of my butt, he presses past the cheeks of my ass and rests his finger on the entrance of my tight hole, teasing me with the mystery of what’s coming.
Maybe I should stop him, or at the very least tense up, but I don’t. I don’t scream no, though I should. I don’t shoot up off the couch, though the woman even a day ago would have. I don’t curse him out in outrage, though I’d never allow this before. By licking my pussy, had he sucked all the resistance out of my body? Has he fingered me into complete submission? Or am I so desperate for any touch by this man that even his finger in my ass is welcome?
Slight pressure is added, but not enough to break past the puckered flesh and enter me fully. Slowly, he returns his finger to my silky folds, pulsing with desire. I can’t hide the fact that I’m dripping wet, and there is no hiding my hunger from Apollo, who now spreads the signs around my bare skin.
A deep moan rumbles in his chest and escapes as he thrusts his finger, followed by a second, into my hungry sex. I buck against his hand, mewling in pleasure. Lightheaded and panting with the need for more, I do everything I can not to beg to be fucked right then and there. The fingers aren’t enough. I need his cock buried inside of me. I need it thick, long, and hard, and I have no shame in admitting that fact.
“You have such a tight pussy,” he praises.
His two fingers are soon followed by a third, as he pumps in and out of me, demanding my passion. Crying out as he stretches me wide, I know it’s required so I can comfortably take the size of his dick. It’s his silent way of warning me of what’s coming. It’s as if I can read his sinful and dirty thoughts.
It’s been so long since we’ve last had sex that he’s preparing my born-again virgin pussy to accept him.
With my thighs spread wide, I can do nothing more than allow the climax to build. And when he removes his slick fingers and presses one into my anus without warning, the orgasm rocks my body at an intensity that has me screaming out. Submission explodes through my body like the crack of a leather whip. Moaning, I press against his hand, driving his finger deeper into my forbidden channel, his touch entrenched within me as I melt against him. I like his finger inside of my ass and have no shame in admitting that I do.
Why have we never done this before?
It’s so fucking good.
We should have done this before.
With one hand buried in the taboo place, he places the palm of his other hand on my still needy pussy, continuing on with the finger fucking. One, two, three. I finally free my mind and allow another orgasm to build. My breath catches in my throat as I hold back a cry of erotic yearning and years of need. I can’t focus, lost in a haze of ecstasy. Pleasure and a biting pain from the stretch weave themselves together, escalating until I cry out my husband’s name.
