Cupids Essence

by J Thompson

  “Mike?” she asked quietly, and he realised he had been silent for far too long. She would be, no doubt, thinking that he would be put off when, in fact, it was the complete opposite.

  “Belinda, baby it’s ok.”

  “Really?” she answered. “You aren’t laughing at me or put off?”

  “Fuck no,” he exclaimed, and moved his hands to take hers from his face, kissing her palms. “Gods, woman!” He grinned and kissed her fingers. “Do you not realise how fucking happy that makes me?”

  “What! Really?” she said once again, confused by his response.

  Mike nodded back as he stroked her small hands, running his fingers across the soft skin.

  “Yes baby, just knowing you want to give even a small piece of yourself to me brings out a side of me I thought had been locked away.”

  “You like the fact that I’m a virgin…” Belinda answered, still confused by his reaction.

  Mike chuckled and pulled her arms around his neck before he moved his own arms around her waist and tugged her closer once more. He kissed the tip of her nose before he explained what it was that didn’t repulse or make him not want to be there with her.

  “I like it a lot, honey. I like the fact no other man has touched you.” Mike pressed a kiss to her lips. “No other man had been inside of you or has made you scream out in pleasure.”

  Once again he kissed her lips and enjoyed her simple answer of “uh huh” and felt her shake. He loved that she was so affected by his words.

  “Does that make me a caveman Belinda? That I want to be the only one to do those things to you, over and over again.” He could feel her breaths on his face as they increased in pace.

  “Belinda,” he breathed, and moved his lips to travel down her neck once again. He would show her how good it was between them and that she could trust him. “Let me show you how good I can make you feel.” He bit down on her earlobe, loving her gasp and quiet groan. “Say yes baby.”

  Her whispered “yes” fired Mike’s heart rate up and pulled a groan from his own lips. Sliding his hands to palm her buttocks, he pulled her forward and tight against his hard length that strained against his jeans. Her hips bucked and forced Mike to suck in a breath. The heat her pussy gave off against his cock was intense and he fought the need to rip his zip open and free himself. It took all he had to stop, but this time was for Belinda. He would gain her trust, no matter how much time it took, and that alone gave him the control he needed.

  Mike wrapped his left arm around her waist, keeping her pressed against him, and slid his right hand back down her body and up her bare thigh. Her skin was like silk to the touch and quivered as his fingers quickly found the seam of her panties.

  He moved his fingers up and down over the material, feeling how soaked she had already become. He had done this, he had made her wet with desire, and she wanted him. He growled into her ear as he moved the material to the side and swept his finger across her pussy, collecting the juices.

  “Fuck, you are soaked baby.” His fingers moved up to her engorged clit and flicked the nub. Her hips once again bucked. “So fucking wet and all mine.” He growled again and moved his fingers against her clit in a circular motion, massaging the nub and pulling groans of pleasure from Belinda’s lips. Her nails dug into his shoulders and he grinned, knowing she was becoming lost in the pleasure he was giving her.

  “You want more, baby?” Mike asked, and stopped his massage, instead placing pressure on her clit. He wanted her to say out loud she wanted more. He wanted her moans louder in his ears. Damn, he wanted everything she had to give. Every scream and gasp of pleasure belonged to him. He had the rights and he would damn well collect the royalties.

  “Tell me you want more, Belinda.” He felt her nod a few times as if she couldn’t quite get the words out and her hips moved, eager for him to continue his ministrations, so Mike stopped the pressure and pulled her once again tighter to him. If she kept up moving like this on his lap, he would explode before he even had her half way to an orgasm. He was a man after all and he had pride, so blowing his load before her was not an option.

  “Say the words baby, I want to hear you say it,” he growled out and pulled his head back to look at her face. Another grin spread across his own as he looked at the dazed expression on Belinda’s face. Her eyes were at half-mast and her lip was swollen from being chomped on by her teeth. Her hair was down now, messy and framing her beautiful face. It made his heart ache. But he wanted his words.

  “Belinda.” He waited for her to open her eyes, he was desperate to continue but she had to ask.

  “Say it, baby.” She finally opened her eyes and started to chew on her lip once again. Her cheeks were red from the heat they had created and, he guessed, from a little hint of shyness at being asked to say the words. He pushed once more.

  “Baby…” Her voice, when she answered, was breathy and had a husky tone to it.

  “More,” she whispered. “Mike, please I ache.”

  Mike growled and melded his lips to hers as soon as the words had left her mouth. His fingers continued to assault her clit as he moved more of his palm underneath the material.

  “Baby,” he whispered against her lips. “You trust me to make you feel good, yeah?”

  Belinda nodded as he felt her hands sink into his hair and scrape her nails across his scalp.

  “Good,” he grinned. “Hold on baby.”

  Gently at first, Mike caressed and massaged her clit until he found the exact spot that made her groan and shake the most. He would have loved to sink his fingers deep inside her pussy and make her scream, but he didn’t want to push her too much, too fast.

  Mike’s own pleasure increased as she became more and more vocal in her pleasure and her hips started to buck in time to the movement of his fingers. Belinda felt amazing in his arms and the images of when he would finally get to sink deep inside her in this position nearly sent him over the edge.

  Focusing on Belinda, he increased his pace once more; along with sliding her across the bulge of his hard cock. He knew she was close and there was nothing he wanted more than to hear and see her erupt. He pulled his lips away and watched as her head fell backwards and she moaned, her mouth open as she fought for breaths.

  “You close, baby?” Mike asked, and was rewarded by a nod and another moan from Belinda. She was so close, her whole body was shaking and her hips bucked even quicker. Mike moved his thumb and forefinger taking her clit and pinching hard at the same time he whispered into her ear.

  “Come for me baby, let me hear you.” He pinched again and then pressed, pinched and pressed until her body stiffened.

  Mike watched as her head fell back, her eyes closed and a deep, husky moan erupted from her mouth as she fell over the edge, into her climax. It was the most beautiful thing Mike had ever seen. She was a goddess in his eyes and his heart ached that it had taken him this long to get her in his arms.

  This would be where she stayed.

  Her hips kept moving and Mike could do nothing but ride the wave of pleasure as it hit him. With her neck exposed, he leaned forward, pressed a kiss to the skin where her shoulder joined her neck then bit down, hard. Not enough to break the skin but enough that she gasped then moaned again. Mike growled into her skin as his own climax hit. Emptying himself into his jeans, he struggled to catch his breath.

  Gently, Mike removed his hand from her panties and once again wrapped both arms around her waist and pulled her close. Their foreheads met and so did their eyes, no embarrassment could be seen on Belinda’s face as she smiled shyly at him. This was what Mike had been missing in his life, a passionate, beautiful woman who made his heart ache and his head pound. He kissed her lips gently, mindful they were swollen.

  “Fuck,” he growled out and was answered by Belinda’s giggled response.

  “You can say that again.”

  Cupid sat, once more perched on a surface. This time on the brick wall of a large town house just down the road from wher
e his chosen mortal was having her jollies rocked. It was about time if you asked him. But who was he to comment on modern mortals wanting to stay untouched? Really, he should find out her name, but then again, that made the whole ordeal a little bit more personal and he was already in a bit deeper than he should be. Never mind him putting Psyche on a sex ban, the way shit was going, if she found out he would be banned, or worse.

  Shaking his head, Cupid tried to focus on the task at hand but the mere thought of Psyche banning him access to her lagoon of splendour or even trying to hurt Pedro was at the back of his mind. A man’s Man-dangle was his pride and joy; they were soulmates, never apart.

  “It’s ok Pedro, I won’t let anything happen to you,” he crooned at his crotch. No one got between Cupid and his Pedro.

  He looked once again down the road to the black truck that now sported steamed up windows and, to his sensitive hearing, moans of pleasure could be heard. Maybe now she would see what she was missing. It wouldn’t surprise him in the slightest if she started demanding an orgasm a day. Not that he would blame her. As the epitome of love he would encourage it and believed every man and woman should, in short, get their rocks off daily. He did.

  Cupid grinned. He had earlier and his beautiful wife was now in receipt of a detailed video of the event. He had hopes she would react to it better than his special picture.

  In a perfect world, she would be waiting for him stark bollock naked with only a pair of red killer heels on and bent over the kitchen counter after baking a tray of double chocolate chip muffins. No wait, not naked, he chuckled in his head. She would be wearing a pinny and the heels.

  “Bloody hell Pedro, that is hot shit right there.”

  Cupid shook his head to shake free of the new fantasy and tried to focus on what he was supposed to be doing in the current moment. He was starting to understand now when Psyche said he had the attention span of a goldfish.

  The couple were still in the truck and this made Cupid smile. This was what the mortal female needed, a man that would take control and treat her right.

  The male would, that Cupid had seen. The man had given his heart to the female- that was obvious. All that was left was for Belinda to open her heart to him, only then would the Essence become devoid of power.

  The problem was, until then, she would continue to garner the interest of other males. Maybe that would work in her favour, though. The male seemed to be very protective over her. Cupid could hope; he didn’t have long before his wife would be checking up on him and if she found out he had interfered again… Well, he was not prepared for a spanking ban at all.

  Swinging his legs, Cupid looked up at the sky, watching the stars. It was the little things in life that the mortals now missed and took for granted. How many actually sat down and took stock of the important things like love, and family and companionship?

  Upon looking back at the truck, he couldn’t help but laugh as he watched the female get out of the vehicle and try to smooth her clothes out. She turned and looked up at the huge male who had rocked her socks off. Another passionate kiss ensued and Cupid smiled. Right there was his reason: love and passion. No one should have that missing from their lives.

  They exchanged more words; a promise of meeting in the pub later, and then she left and went into the building. The male watched her go in before he adjusted himself- which made Cupid snort- got back into his truck and drove down the road to his own property.

  Cupid again used his god-like abilities to hide himself from mortal eyes. Or what he liked to call his very own ‘Spidey senses’, only he shot a completely different stream of white stuff than the famous Spiderman did, and if he ever decided to don an all in one lycra suit, he would look a dam sight sexier too.

  Pedro didn’t like Lycra though, so Cupid’s dream of being a superhero was dashed in the conception. Cupid once again shook his head, yet again he had become distracted by random thoughts, but he was happy to see the spell would be soon drawing to a close so the prospect of getting caught was becoming slimmer. So he would go home and pretend he had been a good boy all this time.

  “Cupid! It’s been a while,” a low voice called out from the shadows of the building he was sat in front of. It had Cupid jumping from the wall. Although he was still wearing his favourite grey joggers he was still a formidable figure and one most wouldn’t fuck with.

  “Show yourself,” he demanded. There weren’t many beings in the world that would be able to see him whilst he was cloaked; only fellow gods and a handful of mortals had that ability. He didn’t like the fact he could be seen, as that may just ruin his chances of getting away with his scheme scot-free.

  He watched as a young male stepped from the shadows and into the light of a street lamp. Cupid recognised him as the male that had got a little too handsy with his mortal in the library. This was no normal mortal male- that was obvious; his eyes held a god-like glow and his aura swirled with hints of black and gold. This mortal was possessed and Cupid had a bloody good idea who by.

  “Apollo,” he said calmly. “Didn’t think I would see you around for a while. How’s the underworld treating you?”

  “Tut, tut, tut, you really shouldn’t speak to your elders that way.”

  “How about you kiss my peachy, pert buttocks?” Cupid answered, and folded his beefy arms across his chest.

  “No need to be testy,” Apollo replied, and then grinned. Cupid felt for the mortal that had become prey to this god’s interference and hoped there was something he could do to help. But love was his forte, not battle; although he was always up for a good brawl.

  Cupid was already well aware of Apollo’s situation. Gossip was rife within Olympus and Psyche always gave him the run down when she got home from lunch with the ladies. Turns out Apollo had been a very bad boy and had pissed off a few gods and mortals, and had been banished to the fields of punishment. Apollo had gained power from somewhere to be able to possess a mortal body and that alone didn’t bode well for the mortal, or Cupid’s plan of staying off the radar.

  “Is there something you want Apollo? I am rather busy; I have plans that include The Great British Bake Off, buttercream and baby oil.”

  “Enough!” Apollo called out and walked closer. “You should have more respect for the elder gods of Olympus, Cupid. Although, you can’t really class yourself as a god, can you? You are more a shadow of Aphrodite really, not even worthy of the status of god,” Apollo sneered out and walked back towards the shadows and away from Cupid.

  Whatever the sun god’s plan was, Cupid wasn’t really fazed. His words were those he had heard many a time and was one of the many reasons why he never ventured to Olympus, if he could help it. If Apollo thought to anger him, he would be mistaken, but if he made him miss tonight’s episode of Bake Off then shit would most definitely go down.

  “You quite finished?” Cupid asked. “If you were expecting me to blow smoke up your arse then you are sorely mistaken. I couldn’t give a shit what you think. After all, I’m not the one trapped in the underworld and having to rely on the possession of a mortal to do my bidding, am I?”

  Cupid unfolded his arms and stepped forward. He knew that he could often be selfish, but this god took it to a whole new level. Apollo had messed with his family, his fellow gods. And as much as they annoyed him with whatever shit they had going on in Olympus that would eventually filter down to him, Apollo's actions in trying to harm them pissed him off.

  Cupid wasn't scared of Apollo, there was little he could do whilst trapped in the mortal.

  in the mortal; he just worried what his plan would be, as he had also targeted his mortal.

  “Why are you here, Apollo?” Cupid asked bluntly.

  “My, my, someone has big balls, don’t they?” Apollo taunted. “My reason for being here will become clear, Cupid. But, if you are going to go running to your creator then let her know she won’t always win.” He smirked, turned on his heel and walked down the street with a swagger that made Cupid twitch.

/>   Apollo had a serious issue with Aphrodite and now he had involved Cupid. He wasn’t sure if Apollo was stupid or just plain batshit crazy, because no one messed with love and got away with it.

  If there was ever a time where Cupid needed to be on the ball and stop getting distracted, this was it, but it also meant he may have to admit to his little plan. With that in mind, Cupid made his way back to his home; he had some thinking and preparing to do. The safety of his mortal came first and he would be there to make sure his plan went off without an issue.

  Belinda sat at her kitchen table and tried to stop the shaking of her hands, nervous was an understatement to how she was feeling at that very moment. Ever since she had left the truck, and Mike, she had been in a whirlwind of emotion.

  What they had done in the truck should make her feel shy and embarrassed but, in fact, she felt alive and strangely different. So she had showered, but that had turned out to take longer than she had expected. Images of what Mike had done with his gifted fingers had assaulted her so she had ended up bringing herself to release in the shower, moaning into the tiles, actually wishing it was Mike touching her instead. Her climax had felt empty in comparison to what she had felt in the truck, and she now craved more. Her new discovery scared and excited her and the thought of finally getting rid of her virgin status no longer frightened her as it used to.

  Her body felt more alive than it had ever done in the past. Mike had awakened something and she was eager to test the limits of her new awareness. A part of Belinda wondered if the Essence had something to do with what was happening, but she wouldn’t deny it even if it did. She was thankful, because it had finally pushed her to the one she had been drawn to, but had no idea how to go about getting his attention.

  So here she sat, dressed up, more so than she had done in years and her stomach was rolling. Compared to what she had just got up to with Mike, a date shouldn’t be scary at all. But she would have to talk to him and she had little doubt that she would say something stupid and make herself look like an idiot.