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My chiton tunic pools around my hips and Apollo are gripping my bum. Pulling me back and forth against him.
I need there to be less barriers between us.
Less clothes.
Less space.
Pulling at his toga, I loosen his straps, making to slip it off him.
But with our bodies pressed so close, it remains hung up between us.
Apollo pulls at my clothes, trying to accomplish the same.
Neither of us are willing to pull away. Not even for a second.
In a flash, the smell of bonfire smoke rolls across the room. Burning away our clothes, Apollo picks me up and presses me against a wall.
“Hey! That was my favorite dress,” I moan into him as he grips my nipple. His other hand is playing with my core.
Not really but he doesn’t need to know that.
“I'll buy you a thousand new ones. Better than the last,” he replies.
Bucking my hips, I moan. No longer caring about the ashes that were once our clothes.
Wrapping my hand around him, I bit his lip.
Gods, he is so thick.
My entire hand can’t quite fully wrap entirely around him.
Sliding my grip back and forth, I wonder if he’s going to split me in half.
“Apollo,” I whisper against his mouth. “I need you inside of me.”
He groans as I pick up my speed.
Suddenly we were on the move.
The cool panes of the window are pressed flush against my body from my bum to my head.
Plopping my bum onto the cool ledge, I wince from the chill.
“Patience my sunflower,” his kisses trail down my body. Between the valley of my chest, past my navel, and hovering around my core. “We aren’t in a rush. Enjoy yourself.
I want to retort. Begging for us to quicken our pace. I’m not sure how much longer I can hold myself together without becoming undone.
Kneeling between my legs, Apollo tosses my lower limb over his tone shoulders.
His hot breath teases my core. My fingers weave themselves deep into his golden curls. His tongue was almost painfully slow. Treading against me like a ghost.
My hips press closer into him as his hands grab tightly around my ass.
“Is this how you reward everyone who saves you?” I ask as I buck my hips against his lips which are tracing, sucking, and dragging me into a blissful Elysium.
Arching my back, I roll my body against him. Craving to be as close as humanly possible.
A finger traces my entrance. Begging to be let in.
