Broken Dove
Page 36
Oh my God.
Was he…?
I wasn’t going to waste time asking.
I shook my head frantically. “None, nope, not a one. It’ll all be good tomorrow. All good.”
His gaze burned into mine and it did this, like, forever.
So long, I couldn’t take a moment longer and breathed, “Baby.”
His eyes moved to my mouth. “This word goes through me like a knife.”
“Is that good?” I asked.
His eyes came back to mine.
Then he let me go and exited the bed.
Shit.
He moved to the door.
Shit!
He stopped at it, locked it and moved to the table.
Oh God.
Yes.
I pushed up to my knees, yanking my skirts out from under them so I could walk on them across the bed. I stopped at its edge.
He poured a cup of tea, and just the delicate cup in his big hand turned me on beyond reason (not that I wasn’t already there) and nearly sent me over the edge.
I did a full-body tremble when he put the cup to his mouth and threw his head back, downing it.
Oh God.
Yes.
He put the cup down and turned to me.
God, oh God, he was beautiful.
I stood on my knees on the bed, the insides of my thighs quivering, and stared at him.
He stared back.
“You’re beautiful, Apollo,” I whispered.
I watched him run his tongue over his lower lip.
At the sight, my sex convulsed and I whimpered.
At my sound, Apollo lunged.
Finally.
I was on my back in the bed, Apollo on me and he felt so good, so damned good.
What was better was his mouth on mine and his tongue in my mouth.
That wasn’t good, that was awesome.
But I wanted more and he’d made me wait long enough, I was going to get it.
I slid my hands in his sweater and yanked up. He broke contact with my mouth to arch back, lifting his arms. I tugged his sweater off and tossed it away.
He came back to me, lips to lips, tongues tangling and I moaned into his mouth as I bucked. He let me move him but I suspected only because he knew I’d move with him, and I did. He rolled to his back, me on top and then it was me breaking contact with our lips.
But my lips didn’t break contact with him. They slid down his neck, over to his corded throat, down his chest, the ridges of his stomach to the waistband of his breeches.
There, I broke away but only to lift up to straddling him. I clenched my fingers in my dress and tugged it off, the cashmere dragging over my skin in a way that made my ni**les ache and my cl*t pulse.
“Gods,” he grunted.
I was wearing nothing but green satin panties and a cream satin bustier with green ribbons, and my guess from his tone, he liked it.
I looked down at him staring up at me, his face dark, his eyes hot, feeling my lips curl in a little smile that made him say, “Gods,” again but in a groan this time.
I felt that groan shoot straight between my legs and knew it was time to get a move on.
So I did, moving off the bed. I grabbed him behind his knee and lifted up his calf. Straddling it, I yanked off his boot, then his sock. On to the next foot then I was moving to him. He’d already unbuttoned his breeches and I curled my fingers in his waistband, tugging down. Apollo helped by bucking his h*ps from the bed and they were off.
I tossed them behind me and entered the bed, crawling up him on all fours, my eyes on my goal.
And what a goal. His c**k was hard, thick and long, the veins distended in a way that demanded the trace of a tip of a tongue. So big. So swollen. So beautiful.
I had to have it.
I didn’t delay. Wrapping my hand around it, putting my lips to the tip then taking him so deep, I felt him in the back of my throat, my gag reflex g-o-n-e, gone.
“By the bloody gods,” he rumbled, sliding the fingers of both hands into my hair and curling them around my scalp.
I slid him out but didn’t take him back in.
He lifted his h*ps and surged back in.
Yes.
Oh, f**k yes.
I took his thrusts, whimpering and moaning against his cock, my body trembling, my cl*t throbbing and suddenly I felt him knife up. His hands went under my arms and he hauled me up his body.
“Baby, I wasn’t—” I started to protest.
But he rolled me to my back, dragged my panties down my legs and moved around so he was on all fours over me, backwards.
Yes.
Oh, f**k yes.
I lifted my hands and curled my fingers around his ass, using it to pull my head and shoulders off the bed as he spread my thighs. Then his mouth was there. Right there. Just as I slid the tip of his c**k between my lips and he surged in.
He f**ked my mouth as his mouth ravaged my sex and I was done. I was there.
I exploded, moaning against his cock, clutching his ass, taking his thrusts. It was so huge, it engulfed me and my h*ps jerked against his mouth.
Still coming, he pulled out and I found myself yanked further in the bed. Then he was covering me. One of his arms hooked behind my knee, jerking it up. His h*ps fell between mine, I felt him hitch a knee high for leverage and I knew this was going to be good.
Through this, all I could see were his extraordinary jade green eyes burning into mine.
But he was there. Right there. I could feel him. But he wasn’t giving himself to me.
Instead, he was staring at me like he was waiting for the answer to a question.
I gave him the only answer I had.
“Please,” I whispered and he drove inside.
My neck arched back and my three free limbs surrounded him and squeezed tight.
He buried his face in my neck and groaned, “Maddie.”
Then he thrust, and thrust, and thrust, deep, hard, fast, rough, God, so hard, so freaking deep and so amazingly rough.
His mouth came to mine and I breathed, “Don’t come too fast. I’m not close to done.”
“My poppy, I drank the tea to keep up with you. I’ll stay hard all night.”
Excellent.
I felt my mouth smile and had no idea my eyes did the same.
Then they closed because he was kissing me, as hard, deep and rough as he was f**king me.
It was brilliant. So brilliant, I slid over the edge again and cried out when my latest orgasm shook me, the noise driving down his throat.
Moments later, he grunted his release down mine.
I was running my tongue down the side of his neck when he rolled us and pulled me up his body, positioning me in a way I knew what he wanted.
“But…you’re inside me,” I gasped just as his big hands closed on my h*ps and he yanked me down on his mouth.
My head flew back.
He fed on me ravenously as I ran my hands over my body, grinding into his mouth.
Was he…?
I wasn’t going to waste time asking.
I shook my head frantically. “None, nope, not a one. It’ll all be good tomorrow. All good.”
His gaze burned into mine and it did this, like, forever.
So long, I couldn’t take a moment longer and breathed, “Baby.”
His eyes moved to my mouth. “This word goes through me like a knife.”
“Is that good?” I asked.
His eyes came back to mine.
Then he let me go and exited the bed.
Shit.
He moved to the door.
Shit!
He stopped at it, locked it and moved to the table.
Oh God.
Yes.
I pushed up to my knees, yanking my skirts out from under them so I could walk on them across the bed. I stopped at its edge.
He poured a cup of tea, and just the delicate cup in his big hand turned me on beyond reason (not that I wasn’t already there) and nearly sent me over the edge.
I did a full-body tremble when he put the cup to his mouth and threw his head back, downing it.
Oh God.
Yes.
He put the cup down and turned to me.
God, oh God, he was beautiful.
I stood on my knees on the bed, the insides of my thighs quivering, and stared at him.
He stared back.
“You’re beautiful, Apollo,” I whispered.
I watched him run his tongue over his lower lip.
At the sight, my sex convulsed and I whimpered.
At my sound, Apollo lunged.
Finally.
I was on my back in the bed, Apollo on me and he felt so good, so damned good.
What was better was his mouth on mine and his tongue in my mouth.
That wasn’t good, that was awesome.
But I wanted more and he’d made me wait long enough, I was going to get it.
I slid my hands in his sweater and yanked up. He broke contact with my mouth to arch back, lifting his arms. I tugged his sweater off and tossed it away.
He came back to me, lips to lips, tongues tangling and I moaned into his mouth as I bucked. He let me move him but I suspected only because he knew I’d move with him, and I did. He rolled to his back, me on top and then it was me breaking contact with our lips.
But my lips didn’t break contact with him. They slid down his neck, over to his corded throat, down his chest, the ridges of his stomach to the waistband of his breeches.
There, I broke away but only to lift up to straddling him. I clenched my fingers in my dress and tugged it off, the cashmere dragging over my skin in a way that made my ni**les ache and my cl*t pulse.
“Gods,” he grunted.
I was wearing nothing but green satin panties and a cream satin bustier with green ribbons, and my guess from his tone, he liked it.
I looked down at him staring up at me, his face dark, his eyes hot, feeling my lips curl in a little smile that made him say, “Gods,” again but in a groan this time.
I felt that groan shoot straight between my legs and knew it was time to get a move on.
So I did, moving off the bed. I grabbed him behind his knee and lifted up his calf. Straddling it, I yanked off his boot, then his sock. On to the next foot then I was moving to him. He’d already unbuttoned his breeches and I curled my fingers in his waistband, tugging down. Apollo helped by bucking his h*ps from the bed and they were off.
I tossed them behind me and entered the bed, crawling up him on all fours, my eyes on my goal.
And what a goal. His c**k was hard, thick and long, the veins distended in a way that demanded the trace of a tip of a tongue. So big. So swollen. So beautiful.
I had to have it.
I didn’t delay. Wrapping my hand around it, putting my lips to the tip then taking him so deep, I felt him in the back of my throat, my gag reflex g-o-n-e, gone.
“By the bloody gods,” he rumbled, sliding the fingers of both hands into my hair and curling them around my scalp.
I slid him out but didn’t take him back in.
He lifted his h*ps and surged back in.
Yes.
Oh, f**k yes.
I took his thrusts, whimpering and moaning against his cock, my body trembling, my cl*t throbbing and suddenly I felt him knife up. His hands went under my arms and he hauled me up his body.
“Baby, I wasn’t—” I started to protest.
But he rolled me to my back, dragged my panties down my legs and moved around so he was on all fours over me, backwards.
Yes.
Oh, f**k yes.
I lifted my hands and curled my fingers around his ass, using it to pull my head and shoulders off the bed as he spread my thighs. Then his mouth was there. Right there. Just as I slid the tip of his c**k between my lips and he surged in.
He f**ked my mouth as his mouth ravaged my sex and I was done. I was there.
I exploded, moaning against his cock, clutching his ass, taking his thrusts. It was so huge, it engulfed me and my h*ps jerked against his mouth.
Still coming, he pulled out and I found myself yanked further in the bed. Then he was covering me. One of his arms hooked behind my knee, jerking it up. His h*ps fell between mine, I felt him hitch a knee high for leverage and I knew this was going to be good.
Through this, all I could see were his extraordinary jade green eyes burning into mine.
But he was there. Right there. I could feel him. But he wasn’t giving himself to me.
Instead, he was staring at me like he was waiting for the answer to a question.
I gave him the only answer I had.
“Please,” I whispered and he drove inside.
My neck arched back and my three free limbs surrounded him and squeezed tight.
He buried his face in my neck and groaned, “Maddie.”
Then he thrust, and thrust, and thrust, deep, hard, fast, rough, God, so hard, so freaking deep and so amazingly rough.
His mouth came to mine and I breathed, “Don’t come too fast. I’m not close to done.”
“My poppy, I drank the tea to keep up with you. I’ll stay hard all night.”
Excellent.
I felt my mouth smile and had no idea my eyes did the same.
Then they closed because he was kissing me, as hard, deep and rough as he was f**king me.
It was brilliant. So brilliant, I slid over the edge again and cried out when my latest orgasm shook me, the noise driving down his throat.
Moments later, he grunted his release down mine.
I was running my tongue down the side of his neck when he rolled us and pulled me up his body, positioning me in a way I knew what he wanted.
“But…you’re inside me,” I gasped just as his big hands closed on my h*ps and he yanked me down on his mouth.
My head flew back.
He fed on me ravenously as I ran my hands over my body, grinding into his mouth.
