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Dionysus did not know what to say. There was a part of him that could not believe this was happening, no matter how much he’d desired it, no matter how many times he’d fantasized about it, no matter how often she’d aroused him just by being…her.
She rose to her feet and pulled her shirt over her head, baring her beautiful, full breasts. Her pants followed, and for a few glorious moments, she stood completely naked before him, the firelight and shadow dancing over her skin.
His cock thickened and throbbed.
She placed her hands on his shoulders as she lowered into his lap.
“Touch me,” she whispered, guiding his hands to her breasts.
He obeyed her, squeezing her soft flesh, letting his fingers trace lightly over her nipples until they peaked, then he drew them into his mouth. All the while, she ground against his length, careful and slow. Each thrust made his head rush, and when he lifted his mouth to hers, he timed the thrust of his tongue with her body’s movement.
“You are glorious,” he said, tearing away from her mouth. “Up.”
He was so used to her arguing that he expected resistance, but in this, she obeyed, and as she rose, his face was level with her center. Her curls were dark and he could smell her sex. It made his mouth water.
He let his hands slide down over her ass and met her gaze as he kissed along one thigh and then the other before guiding her to brace one of her feet on the log where he still sat. He rubbed his fingers along her opening, her skin like silk, hot and warm, and when he buried his head between her thighs and gathered her moisture against his tongue, she tasted just like the fucking fig—honeyed and sweet.
She breathed in tandem with his strokes, her fingers tightening in his hair as he directed most of his attention to a single point inside her while Ariadne rubbed her clit. He pulled his head back to watch her expression as they both worked together, moving at an equal pace to chase her release.
She clenched around his fingers hard and her hands clamped down on his shoulders as her whole body shuddered. Dionysus released her and rose to his feet, capturing her mouth against his, pulling her hard against him, ready to feel her heat on his cock. He lifted herinto his arms and carried her to the wall, unwilling to take her on the hard ground of the cave.
It wasn’t how he’d ever imagined this, but he would never miss the chance to know her in this way.
He pressed her back into the smoothest part of the wall as he kissed her, and when he pulled back, her eyes smoldered like embers. He could feel the impact of her gaze like a blow to the chest. He wanted her to look at him like this every fucking day.
“Undress,” she said, pulling at his shirt.
He let her slide down his body and obeyed, and as he removed his shirt, she went for the button of his pants, kneeling before him as she pushed them down his legs. She didn’t wait for him to step out of them before her hand closed over his cock and her mouth was on him.
He took a breath and then groaned, bracing one hand against the wall, twining the other in her hair.
She concentrated on the tip of his cock while she fisted his length, gently squeezing until he thought he would explode. He pulled her to her feet, slamming his mouth against hers as he took her into his arms again. He shifted her so that her shoulder blades met the wall. His cock was between her thighs, nestled against her heat. It made the bottom of his stomach knot with anticipation.
“Where do you want me to come?”
It wasn’t the most romantic question, but it was important all the same, and he’d rather know now before he was too lost in her to think.
Her lips hovered near his as she answered, “Inside me.”
The only way to describe how he felt was giddy, like he’d never fucking done this before, but he hadn’t, notwith her, and this mattered in ways he couldn’t explain. He managed to lift her enough to settle the head of his arousal against her opening, and then he gripped her ass, spreading her as she slid down his length. They both groaned, and Ariadne’s head rolled back against the wall as he moved her and his hips.
“Gods, you are perfect,” he said, leaning forward to press a kiss to her mouth, then her jaw, then her chest. She felt sogoodand her muscles clenched around him like a hand jerking him off. He could not ask for more. He could not ask for better.
She was all there was, the center of his universe, and the more she responded to his body, the more powerful he felt.
“Fuck,” Ariadne moaned, her voice vibrating with his thrusts. “You feel so good.”
“Is it what you imagined?” he asked.
“Yes,” she breathed, one of her hands moving to her breasts, and he marveled at how she touched herself. “Gods, yes, yes, yes.”
Her voice went higher and her body tightened around him, and then she released all at once, suddenly heavier in his hands. But he did not care as he held her, driving his hips forward toward his own release, and when he came, he let his head fall into the crook of her neck, his legs shaking.
He couldn’t move for a long moment, fearful he might fall and take her with him, and when he finally set her on her feet, he felt cold, the heat they’d shared suddenly gone. As he stared down at her, he realized he didn’t know what to do now that they were finished.
Did he kiss her?
“Are you okay?” he asked instead.
