Page 122 of The Sun and Her Star

I reach over to my bedside table and pull out a condom. Her hand covers mine, and I look back at her face.

“What’s wrong?” I ask when I see her eyes glued to the drawer that stocked full of condom boxes. I close my eyes and stifle my groan. What must she think?

“Apollo, I’ve never fucked anyone here—” She presses a finger to my lips.

“Have you ever had sex without one of those?”

I shake my head and curse my stupid reputation. “No, never. I promise.”

She leans up and kisses me quickly. “Me neither, and I’m on birth control,” she whispers against my mouth.

She lies back down. “I want to know what you feel like. I don’t want or need anything between us, not ever again,” she says earnestly.

My entire heart beats for this woman. She has given me everything. Sheiseverything.

“I am so in love with you,” I tell her. I’ll never forget the mixture of awe, happiness, and victory that spreads across her face.

“Well, it’s about fucking time, Graham,” she says. She slips her hand between us and wraps it around my cock. I’m desperate to get inside of her. Desperate to make her mine in every way that she can be. She puts my cock at her entrance, and I feel the soft resistance of her tight cunt.

She cups my face as I start to inch into her slowly. It’s the sweetest agony.

“Oh, Apollo. Sweet Jesus. I … want ... take my time.” I can’t finish a sentence and the struggle to ease into her makes my arms tremble.

“I need you tonottake your time,” she says sternly and pulls my head down to whisper in my ear, “I need you to fuck me,” right before she kisses me.

Her words and her kiss lay waste to my control. My hips surge forward, and I bury myself as deep inside of her as I can.

I feel a shift inside of me. A binding has been cut, a restraint loosened. I can’t fucking believe it. Holy fucking God,I’m inside Apollo.

She feels so right.

So good.

I want to fuck her forever.

“Oh, baby … yes. God, please never stop,” she moans.

I’m not tender with her. I fuck her with the reckless abandon of a zealot who has finally found his salvation.

Her body is a temple; her love is my religion. I want to worship here forever. She comes with my name on her lips and tears spill from the corners of her eyes.

I lean down and kiss the salty trail as it slides over her cheek, and the tight grip of pulsing pussy around my cock makes me lose the rhythm of my thrusts, and I feel a shot of electricity up my spine. “Come here,” I growl.

She gasps in surprise as I pull out of her, hook her knees over my shoulders, then I drive back into her wet, greedy pussy with one thrust that makes us both moan. “You feel so good, Apollo. I didn’t know …” I’m so deep inside her, my balls slap her ass with each thrust, but it doesn’t feel like enough. I wish I could slow down and make this last forever, but I can’t.

“Graham, I love you, so much …” she cries out and my heart trips. The last thread on my restraint snaps and my orgasm rushes through my body. It surges from the soles of my feet and up through my cock, and I let out a roar of pleasure that has been years in the making.

Relief like I’ve never known courses through me as the thick spurts of cum leave my body. This woman, her body, her love, us … all of it shatters everyone and everything that came before it. And I wish like fuck that I was planting something in her womb that would make this moment live forever.

“I love you, too,” I pant as I collapse on her. I lie there trying to catch my breath and still my racing heart. She wraps her arms around me and pulls me in to an embrace.

We’re sweaty and sated as we lie together, limbs entwined, and I feel like I’ve been born again.

The Crown

Graham

“This is the best idea you’ve ever had.” Apollo’s arms slide around my neck, and I lift her up and walk us out of the pool and across the terrace to the hammock that’s hanging on the veranda of our cabana.

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