pull away, stop playing this game with him, or start a different one. Instead, she swallowed her pleas and nodded, her eyes shut tight and her teeth buried in her lower lip.
She was so sensitive that she nearly climaxed when he pressed into her in one deep stroke. For a terrible moment, she could feel the hot shimmers of pleasure running down her body. Then she caught it as hard as she could, refusing to fall over the edge.
When her breathing calmed, she realized that Apolo was still, watching her intently.
“Brilliant little gata,” he crooned. “Being so good for me. Follow my orders, and I'll make you feel so good…”
He started to thrust into her, long slow motions of his hips that filled her to the brim until he drew back. With every thrust, her pleasure went higher and higher, but she kept herself as still as she could. More than once, Trinity thought that she would have to break, that she couldn't bear it any longer. Each time, however, she dragged herself back from the edge. As he thrust into her, he praised her, telling her how beautiful she was and how good.
When his thrusts grew rougher and he was reduced to growls of pleasure, she had to press her face into her hands to stop from coming. She could feel her pleasure rising with his, her desperation as hot as his.
When he grasped her hips tightly, thrusting in one final time, she barely managed to stop herself from climaxing along with him. Instead, she lay trembling and taut as a violin string as he shuddered with his pleasure.
“Perfect,” he whispered.
When he pulled away, Trinity was momentarily terrified that he had lied, that he wasn't going to give her anything at all. Then with that same casual strength, he flipped her over so she lay on her back on the kitchen island.
'You are utterly perfect,” he whispered.
He spread her legs with his hands, and his dark head dipped between. At the first touch of his clever tongue, she wailed. Her hands came down to bury themselves in his hair, and she rocked upwards towards his face.
In a matter of moments, she was shouting her climax so loudly that her cries echoed off of the tall ceilings. The pleasure that shot through her burned as bright and as hot as firecrackers. She had never been so very thoroughly in her body, the pleasure making her feel every inch of her kin. She sobbed with her pleasure, riding it out, letting it take her as high as it could before she fell back limply against the marble.
She came back to her senses to the sounds of her own ragged breath. Apolo had stood again, leaning over her with a wide smile on his face.
“Can I kiss you?” he asked, “I only ask because—”
She reached up to hook her hand around the back of his neck, pulling him down to her. She could taste herself on his lips, something that made her purr with pleasure. When she had kissed him thoroughly, she let him go to sit up on the counter.
“I'm afraid your poor kitchen island will never be the same,” she murmured.
When she tried to hop down, he stopped her until he could support her in his arms.
“It's marble, I am sure it will be fine,” he said. “Are you all right, little gata? You were a little dreamy there for a while…”
She laughed. “You made me feel as if the top of my head blew off,” she said. “If we're one-tenth as convincing as we were right then, we're going to do just fine tomorrow.”
Something about what she said drew a flicker of darkness across Apolo's face, but he shrugged, smiling.
“I think we will do just fine. Though with that in mind, we should likely shower and sleep.”
She hesitated for a moment. She knew what her natural inclination was, but after all, this was a job. She was beginning to find the professional nature of it…strange and uncomfortable, she decided, but that didn't change the reality of things.
“So…are we going to sleep together or separately?”
There was a bare moment of hesitation, and then he nodded.
“Together. And we can
She was so sensitive that she nearly climaxed when he pressed into her in one deep stroke. For a terrible moment, she could feel the hot shimmers of pleasure running down her body. Then she caught it as hard as she could, refusing to fall over the edge.
When her breathing calmed, she realized that Apolo was still, watching her intently.
“Brilliant little gata,” he crooned. “Being so good for me. Follow my orders, and I'll make you feel so good…”
He started to thrust into her, long slow motions of his hips that filled her to the brim until he drew back. With every thrust, her pleasure went higher and higher, but she kept herself as still as she could. More than once, Trinity thought that she would have to break, that she couldn't bear it any longer. Each time, however, she dragged herself back from the edge. As he thrust into her, he praised her, telling her how beautiful she was and how good.
When his thrusts grew rougher and he was reduced to growls of pleasure, she had to press her face into her hands to stop from coming. She could feel her pleasure rising with his, her desperation as hot as his.
When he grasped her hips tightly, thrusting in one final time, she barely managed to stop herself from climaxing along with him. Instead, she lay trembling and taut as a violin string as he shuddered with his pleasure.
“Perfect,” he whispered.
When he pulled away, Trinity was momentarily terrified that he had lied, that he wasn't going to give her anything at all. Then with that same casual strength, he flipped her over so she lay on her back on the kitchen island.
'You are utterly perfect,” he whispered.
He spread her legs with his hands, and his dark head dipped between. At the first touch of his clever tongue, she wailed. Her hands came down to bury themselves in his hair, and she rocked upwards towards his face.
In a matter of moments, she was shouting her climax so loudly that her cries echoed off of the tall ceilings. The pleasure that shot through her burned as bright and as hot as firecrackers. She had never been so very thoroughly in her body, the pleasure making her feel every inch of her kin. She sobbed with her pleasure, riding it out, letting it take her as high as it could before she fell back limply against the marble.
She came back to her senses to the sounds of her own ragged breath. Apolo had stood again, leaning over her with a wide smile on his face.
“Can I kiss you?” he asked, “I only ask because—”
She reached up to hook her hand around the back of his neck, pulling him down to her. She could taste herself on his lips, something that made her purr with pleasure. When she had kissed him thoroughly, she let him go to sit up on the counter.
“I'm afraid your poor kitchen island will never be the same,” she murmured.
When she tried to hop down, he stopped her until he could support her in his arms.
“It's marble, I am sure it will be fine,” he said. “Are you all right, little gata? You were a little dreamy there for a while…”
She laughed. “You made me feel as if the top of my head blew off,” she said. “If we're one-tenth as convincing as we were right then, we're going to do just fine tomorrow.”
Something about what she said drew a flicker of darkness across Apolo's face, but he shrugged, smiling.
“I think we will do just fine. Though with that in mind, we should likely shower and sleep.”
She hesitated for a moment. She knew what her natural inclination was, but after all, this was a job. She was beginning to find the professional nature of it…strange and uncomfortable, she decided, but that didn't change the reality of things.
“So…are we going to sleep together or separately?”
There was a bare moment of hesitation, and then he nodded.
“Together. And we can
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