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The desperation within me climbed, yet I lay victim to his teases, unable to get enough. Ready to soar through the heavens from his touch and pleasure.
Slowly, he pushed up my shirt, and I lifted my arms. We broke the kiss so he could work the shirt over my head. I wasn’t wearing a bra, and his eyes slid over my breasts, my tight nipples. He didn’t say anything, and I was glad.
It would have ruined the moment. The rawness of him staring at me with such hunger had me clenching my thighs together, heightening the growing ache for him.
Ares traced my body with his fingertips, following the curve of my ribs to my narrow waist and out to the flare of my hips. He tugged my sweatpants down.
I wasn’t wearing panties, either.
“I’m the only one who’s naked now,” I whispered when he pulled my pants off my ankles.
“Yeah,” he breathed, as he grabbed the back of his collar and pulled his tee over his head. He dragged his jeans and jocks down and kicked them off, too. Everything about him was about restraint tonight. He touched me as if he intended to worship my body, not just fuck it.
But he was horny for me. His dick was rock-hard and standing at attention. The tip was wet with precum, and I resisted the urge to lean over and take him into my mouth. Part of me welcomed being the one getting the affection, letting myself drown in something other than my thoughts.
Ares held out his hand, and I put mine in his. He helped me up, and we walked to the bedroom together, naked.
He kissed me when we reached my room, and while he kissed me gently, taking my tongue into his mouth, he guided me to the bed. I climbed onto it, moving away from his touch and his body for only a moment before he followed me.
I lay on my back and Ares covered my body with his, holding himself up with his arms, his cock pressing against my lower abdomen. I shivered when he kissed me again, a chaste passion on the lips before he started moving down my body.
He left a trail of fire down my neck, his fingers tracing my jaw on the other side before moving to my chest. This time, he didn’t avoid my breasts. He moved onto the soft skin, kissing and nibbling until I squirmed, desperate for more.
“Please,” I moaned. He was driving me crazy, making me wait.
I felt him smile as he kissed me on the mouth again before he moved back down and drew one of my nipples into his mouth. I gasped when he sucked hard. His hands on my breasts, he scraped the nipple with his teeth, flicking it with his tongue, before he moved to the other side.
It made me impossibly wet, and I bucked my hips in a gentle rhythm, eager to take him. To fall completely under his spell.
“You’re a work of art,” he murmured when he finally moved away from my breasts and down my stomach. My hands were on his shoulders, feeling the muscles under his skin as he moved, leaving a trail of pecks on his way to the V between my legs.
When I opened my legs wide for him, he chuckled. It was a deep sound, delicious. He glanced at me, his eyes almost all pupil and outlined in almost impossible green.
Ares dove between my legs and licked a line from my entrance to my nub. I called out with pleasure when he flicked his tongue over my clit, making me squirm.
“You taste so good,” he said, glancing up from between my thighs, his gaze almost hazed over as if he were high.
I didn’t have time to answer. He pressed two fingers into me and closed his mouth around my clit. I cried out again, the sensation almost as good as when he pushed into me.
He started moving his fingers in and out while he licked and sucked on my clit and the attention brought me closer and closer to the edge. I hadn’t known it could be this intense without actually having sex.
I loved it. The world around us faded away. I writhed under his attention as he spread my legs wider with his free hand. Only Ares and I existed. All I focused on were his fingers as his mouth did deliciously wicked things to my pussy.
A moment later, an explosion ripped through so fast and powerful, I screamed from the orgasm owning me. I toppled over the edge, curling on the bed, crying out as euphoria gripped me. My muscles spasmed, my eyes closed, and I gasped and moaned, losing track of where I was, of everything that haunted me. All that existed right now was Ares and the way he made me feel.
After the orgasm subsided, I lay on the bed in a puddle of sweat, breathing hard, smiling so damn wide my cheeks hurt. Ares crawled up to me, his lips glistening. With his hands on either side of my head, he kissed me. I could taste myself on his mouth, and I loved it.
He lay down next to me and pulled me against him, facing each other.
“I haven’t even returned the favor,” I noted, though a heavy wave of fatigue pulled through me suddenly. I tucked my head under his chin.
“Tonight isn’t about me,” he said in a soft voice. “It’s all about you.”
I was so tired I couldn’t keep my eyes open. “What did you do to me?”
He didn’t answer. He didn’t have to. I knew exactly what he’d done. He’d taken the time to make me feel like I was worth it. Not asking for an orgasm, or even sex, seemed like something so small. But it was selfless, and I couldn’t explain to him how much it meant that he’d focused on me tonight.
I was lost, alone, and inconsequential. And he’d arrived at just the right time and somehow helped me forget about how awful I felt.
