Page 120 of The Sun and Her Star

Sun And Star

Graham

I commit this view of Apollo’s bare, elegant, lightly muscled back, the perfectly rounded bare ass to memory. The thin string of her thong is the only break in the expanse of honey-colored, smooth skin on display in front of me.

My lungs seize, my mouth waters, and my heart lurches to a screeching halt before throttling back to life with a deep-throated roar that sends blood rushing to my cock. She’s been completely naked under her dress this entire time.

And then she turns around. The sun streaming through the airplane windows bathes her in a warm, hazy light that makes her look like she has a full body halo.

She’s even more breathtaking than I remembered. Her small breasts with those small dark honey nipples are still pierced with the tiny arrows.

My tongue longs to flick the arrow. My lips ache to kiss the tip before closing over the small peak. I close my eyes, but I can’t stop the rush of blood that surges in my cock.

It’s been a long time since I’ve been aroused by a woman’s nudity and not felt any shame. This is the woman I love. I may have been with other women, but I’ve never wanted to give myself to anyone but her.

My eyes move down the rest of her body. She’s got a tattoo on the side of her ribs. In scrawling script, it readsThe Star is my Universe. And I am his. I stare at words.

Fuck me.

I surge to my feet just as she’s turning around. I cup the back of her neck and kiss her. She opens for me, and the taste of her sweet mouth and the slide of her warm tongue against mine are like fuel on my already raging lust. Her hands grip my shoulders, and she whimpers into my mouth. I break our kiss, bend slightly, hook an arm under her knees and walk her through the door on the right to the bedroom.

“This first time, I want to lay you down on a bed and make love to you. But after this, I’m going to fuck you wherever and whenever I want.”

“As long as you start right now, you can do whatever you want,” she says and cups the back of my neck and kisses me.

I lay her on the bed and start to strip off my clothes. I pause to look at her right when I’m down to my briefs.

Her eyes scan my face, my neck, shoulders, and chest, down my stomach. When she gets to my hips, her eyes widen, and she bites her bottom lip. Her eyes, when they slide back to mine, are hooded—desire turning them into pools of melted dark chocolate. She lifts herself up on her elbows, cups her breasts and pinches her plump, rigid nipples, and moans.

Her head falls back, and her chest juts forward. I lean over her and take one nipple between my teeth and circle it with my tongue before I pull it into my mouth and suckle her. Her skin tastes like salt and sweet, and I feel so fucking greedy for her. I want to devour every single inch of her. I skim my fingers down her stomach and tease the lace edge of her panties.

Her lids flutter, and she whispers, “Please, touch me.”

“Your wish is my command,” I murmur and slide my hand over the mound of her pussy. I reach her wet lips, and she hisses when my fingers, slick with her wetness, slip right past her clit. She groans and tilts her hips, and I slip my hand farther down until my first two fingers find the entrance to her pussy. I gasp and try to savor this moment. This intimacy is something I’ve never experienced.

There has been a part of me that was afraid that I might be defective because I’d never been with anyone who made me feel more than just physical pleasure.

Until now.

With Apollo, just like everything else, it feels as natural as breathing. My bodywantsto do this. There is no guilt, no shame, no resentment. Just need, desire, and us.

Her pussy is so soft, so tight, so fucking hot. Her eyes widen, and her mouth falls open when I thrust two fingers as deep as they can go. I turn them and feel until I find what I’m looking for.

She mewls when I start to stroke the bundle of nerves. I circle the hood of her clit with my thumb, and she grabs my wrist, pressing my hand to her and whimpers.

“You love this?” I ask when I pull my mouth away from her nipple. I add a third finger inside her, and she moans and flings her hands over my shoulders.

“Yes,” she gasps and nods jerkily.

“Oh, good, because I may never stop.” I capture her other nipple in my mouth. My cock aches with the need to be inside of that sweet pussy.

“I want to see you,” I tell her before I give her panties a swift yank and tear them off. I push her flat on her back, and her legs fall open. I lay down in the cradle of her hips. My cock is fully erect and its head, dark and taut with the need to be touched, pokes out of the top of my briefs. I slide it in between her slick lips and coat myself with her.

I hover over her, my arms propped on either side of her head. Her hair is a tumble of black that frames her head like a crown. How fitting. Her full, kiss-bruised lips are smiling, her dark midnight eyes glitter. She steals my breath.

Her hand comes up to stroke my face.

“You shaved,” she whispers, her fingers trailing down my jaw and then back up.

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