Chapter 17 MICELI

Aphrodite devours me with her eyes.

The drapes are open, letting in the city's light, but it's not enough for me. I want to see everything when I get her clothes off.

With the flip of a switch, both bedside lamps glow, bathing my disheveled lover in their warm light.

Her little black dress is shoved up so high over her hips that it's more like a crop top. Wet panties cling to her puffy pussy lips.

A shoe dangles from the toes of one foot. The other dropped in the hall.

Platinum blonde hair is spread around her head in a messy halo on the duvet.

Shucking my slacks and boxers at the same time, my cock bobs free and points straight toward the sensual woman on my bed.

Aphrodite's eyes widen and her little pink tongue comes out and wets her lips. Lips I want to see wrapped around my dick.

But I want inside that sweet pussy even more. Her arousal smells so good and tastes honey-sweet.

"You're big." She licks her lips again.

Nervously?

"I won't hurt you." I don't hurt women. Not even in sex play.

It's just not my thing.

But if this woman wants a sensual spanking? I might overcome my personal preferences.

That round ass is so fucking tempting.

If we had more time, I'd fuck it, but for all her bravado and unrestrained passion, I sense a streak of innocence in my exquisite goddess of love.

She's experienced enough to let a man pick her up in a club and to ride my face like she was born to it though.

I'm pretty sure she's too enthralled with my dick to answer. Which is an answer in itself. Aphrodite wants to feel my thick meat filling her up.

Some thought spurs her into action and she rips her panties off. Then sits up and does the same to her dress. She's not wearing a bra and my mouth waters when her pretty tits come on display.

"You're in a hurry all of a sudden." I reach out and cup those soft mounds and squeeze.

She might not have a big rack, but her tits are a perfect raspberry tipped handful and bouncy as fuck. There are no hard edges on her. My sweet Aphrodite is all soft curves.

"Pretty." I give both nipples a little tweak.

Her moan goes straight to my balls. "Do that again."

"Bossy. I like it." There's no bigger turn on for me than a woman who knows what she wants and tells me.

This time I pinch the little berries and pull before twisting them gently.

She breathes in deeply, her eyelids going half-mast in pleasure. "You're really good at that."

There's no chance to reply before her small hands are wrapped around my turgid shaft. She squeezes and twists, following me move for move.

And fuck if it doesn't feel amazing.

I show her what I want by doing it to her nipples and she follows my lead without hesitation. Until a drop of my precum falls onto her leg.

"Oh," she gasps.

Then she swipes it up with a fingertip and sticks that finger into her mouth. "Yum."

"You can have it from the source."

"I am," she says and then her eyes light with understanding and she leans forward. This time it's her tongue swiping right over the bulbous head.

She opens her mouth and takes my whole tip inside, stretching her lips obscenely.

I let her suckle the end for a few glorious seconds, but I want inside her pussy and if I come down her throat I'll have to wait.

Though with how she turns me on, it won't be that long.

Cupping her cheek, I pull back. "Let's save that for later. I want to be inside you. "

She nods enthusiastically, sending her messy hair swinging. Flipping over, she crawls up the bed, giving me a tantalizing view of her jiggly ass and bare pussy as her thighs shift.

I'm so caught up in the view, I don't realize what she's doing until the lights go off casting her curves into noir relief.

"You don't like light while you're fucking?" Some women don't.

One lover told me, the light hurts her eyes when she's that sensitized.

"There's enough coming in from the windows and it's silvery."

At least she doesn't say romantic. The death knell to a good night of sex is trying to bring romance into it.

"Whatever you want." I've seen every square inch of her.

Nothing will erase her bare, pink pussy or the way her nipples look engorged and tipping her deliciously pale breasts from my mind's eye.

"I want to be in the bed," she says decisively.

"Are you cold?" I'll keep her warm, but if she wants to start with the covers on, I can do that.

It's a surprising choice for a woman like her though.

"A little."

I run my hand down her backside and she shivers. Do I have the A/C set too low? I like a colder bedroom.

"Come on, little love goddess, I'll keep you warm." I pull her under the covers with me.

Her giggle cuts off abruptly as my fingers unerringly find the wet folds of her slick snatch.

"Since I can't see you, I'll have figure out where everything is by touch," I tease.

"Like you don't know." Her voice rises on the last word.

Maybe because I let one fingertip slide over the rosebud at her back entrance.

"Ares?" she asks uncertainly, confirming her innocence of this act.

If only she lived in New York. We could be lovers until the blood alliance with Shaughnessy's mob is formalized.

We only have tonight, so we'll have to make the best of it.

I'm so lost in her body, I almost forget the condom and have my head inside her before I remember. I never forget.

But when she goes stiff under me, I remember. "Don't worry. I'll put one on. Just give me a second."

"T-take your time," she says between stuttered breaths.

She's as turned on as I am, which makes me want to tease her and go as slow as my own libido will let me. So, I don't slam in with a single thrust like my balls are aching for .

No, I take it one slow inch at a time.

"Just do it, Ares, please."

"Do what?"

"Fuck me!"

I do. She just lies there at first and I think she's not into it. How is that possible? But then she thrusts upward and by the next thrust her nails are scoring my back.

She comes with a sob and I let her pussy milk my own release out of me.

For the first time in my life, I resent the condom stopping my semen from pouring directly into her body.

Marking her as mine.

Unable to look away from the beauty in the bed, I remove the condom and toss it in the trash without looking at it, before putting another one on my still hard cock.

Begrudgingly.

I bite back the urge to ask if she's on birth control and offer to show her my latest clean bill of sexual health. What the fuck is wrong with me?

I don't go bareback with my sex partners. Ever.

But fuck do I want to mark her. I settle for sucking up pretty purple marks on her breasts and throat throughout the night as we make l—fuck that. As we fuck over and over.

I don't know what time it is when I wake up, but it's still dark outside. Aphrodite is curved into me like a kitten, her body molded perfectly to mine.

"Mmm…Ares…" she slurs in her sleep.

Ares, the god of war. More fitting than she'll ever know. A woman like this can't live in my world and I don't have any business in hers.

That thought gets me moving. I order her a car, pull on my trousers without boxers and then wake her up.

She rubs her eyes sleepily. "I don't think I can again tonight."

"It's time for you to go home. Your car will be here in twenty minutes." It's enough time for a quick shower but not enough for a drawn out goodbye.

She stares at me like my words aren't registering. "A car?"

"To take you home."

"To take me home," she repeats and shakes her head as if to clear it. "To take me back," she says more firmly. "I can get my own car."

"If you want to, but this service is bonded and guarantees discretion." I show her the car service on my phone.

It's a national company well known in my circles, but that doesn't mean she'll trust them. No doubt, she'd rather go with some stranger driving a rideshare .

But her face clears and she nods. "Okay. Let me get dressed and I'll be out of your hair."

It's only after she leaves and I go to take the shower she refused that I notice the red streaks of dried blood at the base of my cock.

I run back into the bedroom and yank the duvet away from the bed.

The streaks on the bottom sheet are unmistakable. More blood.

She could have been in her period, but I inhaled her feminine arousal like I was huffing a popper and there was no telltale scent of copper. She wasn't bleeding when she got here.

My goddess of love was a damned virgin.

And she didn't say a word.