by Tina Folsom
She felt one hand on her nape, holding her to him, while his other hand stroked up her arm, and then her torso. All the while, he explored her mouth, his tongue lashing firmly against hers, sliding along her teeth, nibbling on her lips. As if he couldn’t get enough and wanted everything at once. His passion fueled her own, igniting a fire in her belly she hadn’t felt in a long time. Heat singed her every cell and turned her core molten.
She dug her fingers into his shoulders and drew him closer, wanting to feel his body against hers. Through the wet fabric she could feel everything, his rapid heartbeat, his heat, his toned muscles. And farther below, where he pressed his groin against her center and moved slowly but rhythmically back and forth, she felt a hardness that made her pulse race and her breath rush from her lungs. He was all man. All virile man. And he wanted her. She could feel his need to have her, and she felt the same about him. She wanted him inside her, wanted her body to join with his and lose herself in the pleasure he promised.
When she felt Eros’s hand move to her breast, she gasped into his mouth, but he continued without stopping, tugging on the wet fabric. He managed to push it down to expose her bra and captured the globe in his palm, squeezing gently.
A deep moan came from Eros, and his hips moved faster. The ridge of his iron-hard cock rubbed against her, making her knees weak and her pussy wet. He seemed to realize it, because he wedged one leg between hers now, so she was riding his thigh.
He removed his other hand from her nape and gripped her hip, then slid it down to her thigh, lifting it, making her wrap it around his hip for a closer contact. She moaned uncontrollably.
All of a sudden, Eros ripped his mouth from hers, panting heavily. He pressed his forehead to hers. “If we don’t want to give my neighbors the show of their life, we’d better go upstairs.”
Psyche exhaled, her chest heaving. “I think we’ve already given them quite a show.”
“They’ve seen nothing yet.” He chuckled. “Neither have you.”
Then he lifted her into his arms, carried her out of the kitchen and headed for the stairs. She was too stunned to say anything for a few seconds.
“Eros,” she murmured, looking at his face.
He met her eyes, and she noticed how dark the blue in them had gotten. “Yes, gorgeous?”
“You don’t have to carry me.”
“I know. But I’d like to.”
He carried her up the stairs, pushed the door to his bedroom open, and kicked it shut once they were inside. The room was dark, but not for long. Eros lowered her onto the bed, then he flicked a light switch, and the room was suddenly bathed in soft light. Not too dark, not too bright.
Eros remained standing at the side of the bed and looked down at her, a smile on his lips, and a sparkle in his eyes. “Still want to do this?”
She smirked. “Take your clothes off so I can see what I’m getting.”
“I thought I’d already given you a little taste of what’s in store for you.” He dropped his gaze to his crotch, where his cock was tenting his pants.
“You call that a taste?” She licked her lips. “I think you’ve got your five senses all mixed up.”
He looked down at her, his eyes filled with desire. “I guess I’ll have to rectify that, won’t I?”
She nodded and watched, fascinated, as he unbuttoned his shirt and tossed it on the floor. His chest was just like she remembered it: toned and tanned. She followed the line of dark hair in the middle of his stomach. It grew thicker where it disappeared into his pants.
“More,” she murmured.
“First you take something off.”
She kicked off her sandals, letting them drop to the floor.
He raised an eyebrow. “Really? That’s hardly fair.”
“That’s two shoes for one shirt. More than fair.” She pointed to his pants. “Go on.”
He opened the button of his pants, but stopped, grinning. “Almost forgot. I’m wearing shoes.” He bent down and took off his shoes and socks.
“Spoilsport,” she said and pouted.
“Your turn,” he demanded, and pointed to her dress.
She sat up and pulled down the zipper of her dress, then shimmied out of the wet garment. When she laid the dress on the edge of the bed, Eros took it and hung it over a nearby chair, before turning back to her. He ran his eyes over her with a hunger she’d never seen in a man’s gaze. Slowly she lowered herself back onto the mattress, now only dressed in her bra and panties.
Eros stepped closer. “I see there’s a fabric shortage in the lingerie industry.” He pulled the zipper of his pants down and freed himself of them. His black boxer-briefs hugged his erection tightly. She was surprised the cloth hadn’t torn yet, considering the large package it had to protect.
Licking her lips again she ran her eyes up his body, until she met his.
“The bra,” Eros demanded.
She arched her back and reached behind it, undoing the clasp. The cups slid from her breasts, freeing them, and she tossed the bra off the bed.
Eros stalked closer, putting one knee on the bed, already reaching for her. But she lifted her finger and wagged it. “Take them off.” She pointed to his boxer-briefs.
She’d never seen a man get rid of his underwear as fast as Eros did. But the moment he was naked, he stilled, standing before her like an Adonis. Her mouth watered at the sight. His cock was hard and heavy. Purple veins snaked around the thick root which stood in a bed of dark hair.
She sat up and looked into his eyes. “Are you gonna give me that taste you promised, or do I have to beg?”
Eros took a step closer, until the mattress stopped him. Crawling forward on her knees now, Psyche brought her head close to his groin, while she reached out and held onto his hips. She glanced up. “Looks delicious.”
A storm raging in his eyes, hands clenched by his side, he stared at her. “Then you’d better come and get a taste, before we both wake up from this dream.”
She dipped her head and licked her tongue over the tip of his shaft. “It’s not a dream.”
“Fuck!” Eros hissed and threw his head back.
“That’s only the beginning,” she murmured and wrapped her lips around the tip of his cock.
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Eros looked down at Psyche’s head and watched as she took him into her mouth, her warm tongue sliding along the underside of his cock, and her hands gripping his hips to hold him to her.
“For Hades’ sake!” he cursed. “You’re gonna kill me!” Because this was something he had truly not expected, not for their first time anyway. But it appeared that Psyche was much more adventurous than he’d assumed.
In response to his words she only sucked him harder, and he had neither the strength nor the willpower to stop her. Instead, he cupped her face lightly and caressed her cheeks and her neck while she bobbed up and down on him. Pleasure so intense he could barely remain standing, charged through him. With every lick and stroke, with every descent and withdrawal, his cock seemed to swell more and grow even harder. He was tempted to let her continue, to suck him until he lost control, but then he wouldn’t get to find out what it was like to be inside her, to feel her climax around him. And he wouldn’t forgo that pleasure for anything in this world.
Groaning, he pulled himself out of her. “Enough. That was more than just a taste.”
Psyche licked her lips as if to taunt him.
Eros slid one knee onto the mattress and gently eased her back onto it, until she lay before him. “Now be a good girl for once, and let me take care of you.” He reached for her panties and tugged. She lifted her ass off the bed and allowed him to free her of her last piece of clothing.
Finally, she lay naked in front of him. Sprawled out like a sumptuous feast. He came down over her and slid into the space between her legs as he bent over her torso and captured one nipple with his mouth. Psyche arched toward him.
“Easy, gorgeous. Now I get a little taste of you.” He sucked on her nipple
and licked over it, while he kneaded her other breast. Then he did the same to the other, enjoying how Psyche reacted to his touch: she moaned and sighed and her legs wrapped around the back of his thighs to pull him into her center.
“Impatient much?” he murmured and gazed into her face.
“It’s been a while,” she admitted.
“I’m happy to cut to the chase if that’s what you want.” He could always make their next encounter a more drawn-out affair. Because if he was honest with himself, he, too, was impatient and needed to be inside her. It had been a while for him, too.
Instead of an answer, she pulled his head closer to her face. “I hope you have condoms here.”
“Of course,” he replied and bent toward the bedside table. “Condom. Coming right up.” When he opened the drawer, the condom he’d just conjured lay there in its foil packet. He took it and ripped the package open. He rolled to the side, so he could sheath himself, when Psyche took the condom from his hand.
“May I?”
He released a ragged breath. “May the gods have mercy on me.”
She chuckled softly, and the sound trickled down his back like a caress. “You’re a little odd, Eros, you know that?”
“As long as you don’t think I’m gay, I can live with that.” Then he motioned to his cock. “You gonna torture me any longer?”
Smiling, she placed the condom on the tip of his cock and rolled it down with both hands. All the air rushed out of his lungs at the tender touch. His chest heaved. Another second, and this would be over. Just then, she let go of his cock.
“Done,” she announced proudly.
“Good,” he ground out and grabbed her wrists to ease her onto her back. He rolled over her, nudged her legs apart with his knee and made space for himself. His cock poised at her center, he looked into her eyes. “Next time, I’ll take my time.”
With one thrust, he seated himself deep in her drenched pussy, a loud groan rolling over his lips on his descent. She was pure heaven—or hell, whichever perspective he wanted to take. Pure heaven, because feeling her muscles clench around him, her juices lubricating him, and her eyes gazing at him in apparent bliss, sent shudders of pleasure through his immortal body. Yet those exact same things also meant hell: because how could he ever want anything other than what lay in his arms right now?
He shook off the thoughts. His long abstinence from sex was to blame. Once he was used to it again, he would feel differently.
Resolved in this belief, he began to thrust, first withdrawing, then plunging into her again. Her legs crossed behind his butt, urging him on, demanding he thrust harder and deeper, and he wasn’t one to deny a woman what she wanted.
“Yeah, gorgeous? You like that, huh?”
“Oh god, yes!” Psyche cried out and threw her head back, arching her back.
He lowered his head and kissed her neck, brushing his lips over her heated skin, until he reached her hardened nipple. He licked over it, eliciting a gasp from her. When he lifted his head, he met her gaze.
“Gorgeous,” he whispered and brought his lips to hers. “Out of this world gorgeous.” He captured her lips and plundered her mouth, pouring all his passion into her, while farther below, his hips moved backward and forward, driving them both closer to ultimate ecstasy.
Her body moved in perfect sync with his. Her moans and sighs mixed with his, filling his bedroom with the kind of music only lovemaking could conjure up. Sweat beaded on her smooth skin and his as well, making every touch and slide against each other even more sensual and erotic. Together, they were perfect. Two strangers who’d come together for one reason only: to give each other pleasure. So much pleasure that Eros could barely hold on to his control now. He needed this release, needed to plunge into oblivion, but not before Psyche had found her release.
Slowing his thrusts, he adjusted his angle, then slid a hand between their bodies. When he found her clit, he rubbed it with his index finger, while continuing to thrust slowly in and out of her. Psyche’s eyes widened and her lips parted on a gasp.
“Oh, yes,” she mumbled. “Oh, please, yes.”
“Anything you want,” he promised and concentrated on Psyche, on her heartbeat, her breathing, and the way her hips moved to meet him. He recognized her rhythm and moved with it, noticing how her breathing accelerated and her body suddenly stiffened.
The waves of her orgasm hit him like a massive ocean wave. Her interior muscles clamped around his cock, catching him unprepared. He plunged deep, and with it, he felt semen shoot through his erection and explode from the tip.
“Fuck!” he cursed and continued to thrust. He groaned at the intense pleasure that charged through his entire body and rendered him speechless. He could only stare at Psyche and gaze into her eyes, connecting with her on a whole new level while their bodies found ecstasy together. The high he was on seemed to last forever, or maybe it only felt that way, because it had been so long since he’d had a woman in his bed. When his orgasm finally ebbed, he braced himself on his elbows and knees and brushed a strand of damp hair from Psyche’s face.
He kissed her on the lips, softly and gently. “Thank you. That was amazing.”
She inhaled deeply and sighed. “Wow.” Then she chuckled. “Now I’m even gladder that you’re not gay.”
Eros laughed. “I’m assuming that’s a compliment?”
“Do you need to ask?” She slid her hand to his nape and he took the hint and lowered his head to within an inch of hers.
“No, I don’t. I can read the answer in your eyes.”
He kissed her leisurely. A few moments later he released her lips and eased off her, rolling to his side so he could dispose of the condom. He pulled a tissue from the box on the nightstand to wrap the condom in it and dropped it on the floor. When he turned back, Psyche was already swinging her legs out of bed.
“Where are you going?”
She looked over her shoulder, still smiling. “To the guestroom. I need to get up early for work.”
He nodded.
“I mean, this was just sex. We agreed,” she added.
“Yes, you’re right.” He pulled her head down to him for a moment and pressed a brief kiss to her lips. “Sleep well.”
“Good night,” Psyche replied and stood up.
He watched her gather her clothes, totally unabashed about her nudity, and leave his bedroom. Eros leaned back against the headboard. Psyche was right. This was only sex. Amazing sex. He was going to make sure this wasn’t the last time Psyche spent time in his bed. No strings attached, of course. Just like they’d agreed.
17
Psyche woke after one of the best nights’ sleep she’d had in a long time. Apparently having sex before going to bed had relaxed her so deeply that she felt totally refreshed. She was quiet when she got up and took a shower, not wanting to wake Eros who was probably sleeping in since he didn’t have to go to work.
Thinking of Eros brought back the previous night. Having sex with him had been out of this world. Eros was a passionate and considerate lover who made certain his partner was taken care of. Just like he’d promised. And while she wasn’t a stranger to good sex, being with Eros had awoken a yearning in her. A desire for more. She sighed and proceeded to get dressed. They’d agreed to keep this a purely sexual arrangement, no strings attached. It was better that way. Relationships were messy and only led to disappointments.
Ready for work, Psyche snatched her bag and walked downstairs. The scent of coffee wafted towards her as she stepped into the foyer. She turned her head and spotted Eros leaning against the doorway of the living room, sipping from a mug of coffee. He wore shorts and a T-shirt.
“Morning, gorgeous.” He smiled at her over the rim of his mug.
“Morning, Eros. I didn’t expect you to be up so early.” Which meant she wasn’t prepared to face him right now. How should she behave? Casual, as if nothing had happened? Would he bring up the previous night? She fidgeted, nervously eyeing the front door.
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nbsp; “You weren’t gonna leave without having coffee, were you?” he asked, his tone kind. He motioned toward the kitchen. “Come on, I made plenty for both of us.”
“Well…” She hesitated. “Sure. Coffee sounds great.”
Psyche followed him into the kitchen, where he poured a mug for her.
“Milk, sugar?” he asked over his shoulder.
“Just black.”
He handed her the mug, and she took a long drink from it, grateful that it saved her from having to say anything for a few seconds.
“I just got word from my plumber friend,” Eros said. “He’ll start on your condo this morning.”
“Today?” Eros hadn’t mentioned that he’d been looking for a plumber for her. “What’s his hourly rate?”
“Don’t concern yourself with that. I told you I’d take care of it.”
“No, you said you’d help get it sorted. That doesn’t mean you have to pay the plumber.” Because she couldn’t accept that. It would be equal to taking money from him.
“I’m not paying him. He owes me a favor.”
In disbelief Psyche shook her head. “Must be a pretty big favor.”
Eros grinned. “Let’s just say he’s eternally grateful to me for helping him out of a bad situation.”
“I don’t know how to thank you.”
His gaze fixed on her face, and he pushed away from the counter. Without breaking eye contact he approached her, until he stood only a few inches away. She swallowed nervously.
“No need to thank me,” he murmured seductively, making her knees weak with just a few words and a searing look. He leaned in, bringing his mouth to her ear. “You don’t have to do anything in exchange for my help other than to continue playing my girlfriend for my friends’ sake.” He paused briefly, adding, “Though I won’t stop you if you absolutely want to show your appreciation in one way or another, be that by watering my plants or anything else you might deem… appropriate.”
His hot breath at her ear made her pulse race and her nipples turn into stiff points. When he stepped back again, she fought for air. Eros’s gaze drifted to her chest. A smile formed on his lips as he raised his eyes back to her face. She realized immediately that he’d noticed her nipples pressing through her T-shirt.