“Stop holding back.”
I open my eyes, not sure when I closed them, and lift my head to look down my body at him. “What?”
Eros nods at where my hands are fisting the sheets, and a strange little smile pulls at his lips. “You know you want them in my hair.”
I do. I really, really do. Which is precisely why I shouldn’t, why I should try to keep some part of me withdrawn.
This isn’t a battle I’m going to win, though. It’s not even one I want to win. I give myself over to him with a cry, dropping back to the mattress and digging my hands into his curls. This man’s hair should be illegal. It’s so incredibly soft and just long enough to get a wicked grip. My legs fall wider without my having any intention of doing it, and the low sound Eros makes is nearly as much a reward as his tongue sliding into me.
Is this really happening?
Am I, in the soft light of the morning, naked in bed with Eros Ambrosia and rubbing my pussy against his mouth as he tongues me?
There’s no room for doubt, for recrimination. Later, I’ll worry about how I’ve changed things between us, smudged lines that desperately needed to remain clear. Right now, I’m dancing on the edge, my body strummed tight with the orgasm bearing down on me. So close…
Eros shifts and then he’s pressing his fingers into me. The shock of the penetration, combined with the way he’s working my clit, hurtles me over the edge. I cry out, my grip spasming in his hair, but the pleasure doesn’t stop. It keeps going, his mouth and hands building up another wave even before the first dissipates.
Oh gods.
“Eros.” I tug on his hair, but I might as well try to tug the moon from the sky. “Eros, wait.”
He barely lifts his mouth enough to say “One more.”
“I can’t.” I shouldn’t.
He slows but doesn’t remove his fingers. The entire bottom half of his face is wet from my desire, and as I watch, he licks his lips. “That was barely a taste. I’m not done.” He pumps slowly into me, penetrating me, possessing me. “Let me have my fill, Psyche. You can go back to hating me later.”
I don’t hate you. Even if I should. “Okay,” I whisper. I don’t sound like myself. I don’t feel like myself. Surely someone else has taken possession of my body—a wanton, reckless creature who cares only for pleasure and the consequences be damned.
Even if I’m the one who will ultimately pay the price.
I lose track of time. Of my fears. Of everything but the two of us in this bed, Eros going down on me like he never needs to breathe, drawing orgasm after orgasm from me.
Eventually he slows. Or I do. I’m not sure. Only that I’m shaking so hard, it’s as if I’ve just enduring one of Callisto’s boot-camp workouts. Eros isn’t all that composed, either. He kisses his way up my body and then his mouth is on mine, ramping me up despite the intense wave of exhaustion the last orgasm brought.
Maybe I’m not that tired, after all.
I push on his shoulders, and for a moment I think he’ll ignore my unspoken demand. He finally leverages himself up and looks down at me. “What?”
What?
He’s just shattered me to pieces half a dozen times and that’s the first thing he says to me?
I almost laugh. I might if I could draw in the breath. “My turn.” I shove on his shoulders again.
“No.” He frowns. If his breathing wasn’t just as ragged as mine, I’d think he was unaffected. But then, there’s no ignoring the hard cock pressed against me, even if he shows no signs of trying to do anything with it. Eros shakes his head as if trying to clear his thoughts. “You don’t have to.”
My heart gives an almost painful lurch. Eros is always the fixer, the one taking charge and handling things. It’s a role he’s obviously embraced in every part of his life. But now he’s looking at me with this strangely vulnerable expression in his blue eyes, almost confused at the idea that I might want to take care of him, too.
I lick my lips. “I want to. Stop being stubborn and let me suck your cock.” I shove on his shoulder again, and this time, he lets me push him onto his back.
“With an offer that sweet, how am I supposed to resist?” The words are right. The tone is close. But the way he watches me move to kneel between his thighs…
There’s no distance between us now. It’s ceased to exist.
If I’m not careful, what I fear most will come to pass. I’ll start to believe the pretty lie about this thing between us, rather than the stark truth.