Chapter 6

Chapter

Six

DAPHNE

“I like that your pussy is bare,” he says as his eyes seem to darken right before me. Even though he’s staring at the most intimate part of my body, I don’t feel threatened or afraid.

Humiliated, yes.

Ashamed, most definitely.

Nervous, without a doubt.

But never do I truly fear this man.

“You know I do. I haven’t changed that.” Has it really been that long since he’s last touched me, that he doesn’t remember that I remove any trace of hair almost obsessively?

I can feel the heat of his stare on my bare pussy, but I don’t conceal myself. I stand and await his next command.

“Good.” His eyes look back into mine. “Sit down and spread your legs,” he directs, his voice husky.

Suffocated by the fear of the unknown, I do exactly as he asks with no hesitation, though missing the way he hungrily gazes at my body. Spreading my legs, I lower my head to see his face now that he’s kneeling between my thighs. The strong features, the firm air, the sensitive but unyielding eyes.

He places his palms on my legs and spreads me even wider as heat ripples over my body in waves, leaving me breathless. “Apollo,” I whisper. “I?—”

Further words are lost as he lowers his mouth and kisses the top of my mound. The unexpected intimacy makes me want to beg him to stop, yet also leaves me oddly craving more. Every time he exhales on my bare skin, it reminds me of how foreign this sensation is, and yet I can’t help but like the fact that Apollo is actually touching me. His hands are on my nude skin, and the thrill of that knowledge almost makes the embarrassment of being in this vulnerable position in the fire's light disappear.

Almost.

I’m not sure if it’s the fact he spreads my thighs even further apart as he licks from the top of my pussy all the way to my ass, but my face feels as if it’s boiling beneath the surface.

Apollo continues to lick and kiss every inch of my heated sex. My face roasts even more when he uses his fingers to spread my pussy lips so he can lick that neglected skin as well. The man is being thorough.

The hardest part of this situation is the unknown. I don’t know how long this will last and if I should really allow the orgasm to come or if I should fake it like I’ve done before. I don’t know what I am supposed to be doing, and I don’t know what’s going through Apollo’s mind. Does he like what he’s doing to me? Does he like what he sees… my bare pussy writhing against his face as I purse my lips together to try not to cry out?

It feels good. Too good. I’m not sure if I should make my feelings known, but I’m not sure I can hide them either.

After a few more licks and kisses to an area of flesh where my thighs meet my pussy, he asks, “New rule in our marriage. If you want to come, then I’m the one to make it happen.”

I shake my head, not liking the fact that he’s trying to set a rule in a marriage that is nothing but a long list of Godwin rules. But when I get a finger shoved in my pussy in response, I practically howl, “Okay! I won’t try to make myself come again by myself.”

“You will ask for my help.”

“Yes.” Though I still am not sure I actually mean the words. But I don’t want to risk him getting angry and stopping. Not when I’m so close. So close…

Apollo continues finger fucking me as his tongue swirls around my clit. My skin burns in want, and sweat beads on my upper lip as my body continues to gyrate on his steady and perfect mouth. Moaning, gasping, whimpering, I close my eyes and give myself up to the moment…to Apollo and his perfect dominance. He’s demanding to please me, and I love it. I have no other choice but to release all my th oughts, my worries, and my resistance. My body submits to his tantalizing control over me.

“You’re fucking beautiful,” he whispers. “This is the sexiest pussy I’ve ever seen.”

Yes, this is what I need. After all this time, this is what I crave without even knowing it. Not just an orgasm, but an orgasm given by Apollo. Somehow, this all seems right. So right, when I had given up hope I’d ever feel this way again.

He pauses a moment, rubbing his hand along my heated flesh. Dipping his finger down the crease of my butt, he presses past the cheeks of my ass and rests his finger on the entrance of my tight hole, teasing me with the mystery of what’s coming.

Maybe I should stop him, or at the very least tense up, but I don’t. I don’t scream no, though I should. I don’t shoot up off the couch, though the woman even a day ago would have. I don’t curse him out in outrage, though I’d never allow this before. By licking my pussy, had he sucked all the resistance out of my body? Has he fingered me into complete submission? Or am I so desperate for any touch by this man that even his finger in my ass is welcome?

Slight pressure is added, but not enough to break past the puckered flesh and enter me fully. Slowly, he returns his finger to my silky folds, pulsing with desire. I can’t hide the fact that I’m dripping wet, and there is no hiding my hunger from Apollo, who now spreads the signs around my bare skin.

A deep moan rumbles in his chest and escapes as he thrusts his finger, followed by a second, into my hungry sex. I buck against his hand, mewling in pleasure. Lightheaded and panting with the need for more, I do everything I can not to beg to be fucked right then and there. The fingers aren’t enough. I need his cock buried inside of me. I need it thick, long, and hard, and I have no shame in admitting that fact.

“You have such a tight pussy,” he praises.

His two fingers are soon followed by a third, as he pumps in and out of me, demanding my passion. Crying out as he stretches me wide, I know it’s required so I can comfortably take the size of his dick. It’s his silent way of warning me of what’s coming. It’s as if I can read his sinful and dirty thoughts.

It’s been so long since we’ve last had sex that he’s preparing my born-again virgin pussy to accept him.

With my thighs spread wide, I can do nothing more than allow the climax to build. And when he removes his slick fingers and presses one into my anus without warning, the orgasm rocks my body at an intensity that has me screaming out. Submission explodes through my body like the crack of a leather whip. Moaning, I press against his hand, driving his finger deeper into my forbidden channel, his touch entrenched within me as I melt against him. I like his finger inside of my ass and have no shame in admitting that I do.

Why have we never done this before?

It’s so fucking good.

We should have done this before.

With one hand buried in the taboo place, he places the palm of his other hand on my still needy pussy, continuing on with the finger fucking. One, two, three. I finally free my mind and allow another orgasm to build. My breath catches in my throat as I hold back a cry of erotic yearning and years of need. I can’t focus, lost in a haze of ecstasy. Pleasure and a biting pain from the stretch weave themselves together, escalating until I cry out my husband’s name.

“Apollo, Apollo…”

He cups his hand over my pussy, using it to adjust my body until I am tucked snugly into his arms. Unconsciously, I nuzzle my face against the warmth of his neck, and my body melts against him. The feelings, the emotions… Nothing can describe them other than being safe and cherished.

He has handled me his way, and I have allowed it. What I didn’t expect is this aftermath. I didn’t expect to enjoy his warm and soothing touch after the orgasm. We’ve never been the cuddle type. But that’s exactly what we’re doing now.

He slips his hand around my waist, lowering me to the rug-covered floor below. Fingers laced, thighs rubbing against thighs, my breasts mold into his torso, the clothing between us begging to be ripped off. Not wasting another moment, Apollo frees his hard cock from its restraints. He kneels before my face and places his thick shaft to my lips. I look up and into his eyes.

No words needed to be said.

I open up my mouth and allow his cock to lie against my tongue. My instinct is to pleasure him. Nothing impedes how badly I want to make him groan out my name. Watching bliss blanket his face fills me with a purpose I did not know existed, and I wonder why this is the first time I experienced this sensation in my lifetime.

As I hungrily suck his ready dick, I fully submit to a man who demands it. Up and down, I move my mouth until I am rewarded by my name escaping his lips in the most passionate of ways. My name never sounded as good as it does the moment it slips from his mouth.

I add my hand and pump his cock while licking all around it. His body shakes and tenses, and he pulls me away as he takes a deep breath.

“We didn’t kiss before we went to bed. A husband and wife should kiss every day. Every night,” he says, his gaze dipping to my mouth. “It’s another new rule. I don’t want it broken.”

Reflexively, I moisten my lips, slipping my tongue across my mouth, waiting for his to make contact. Slowly, we kiss, soft, romantic, and pure. He slides his hand to my pussy, driving my thirst for sex to a whole new level. I’m driven to the edge, wanting desperately to beg him for more.

“Please, Apollo. I need you.”

I guide my hands up under his shirt, releasing a long sigh when they run along the defined muscles of his body. The mature years of his life have been good to him, very, very good. He’s always had the most amazing body. Knowing he’s still bruised and battered from the accident, I’m careful as I softly caress him, avoiding the bandages that remain.

While my fingers go to work releasing the buttons of his nightshirt, he nibbles on my ear, my neck, driving my need even higher. In a hungered blur, I pull off clothing that gets in the way, followed by him doing the same.

Apollo cups my face and plants a slow, deep kiss on my lips. His mouth blazes a path from my mouth back to the side of my neck. I let a sensual moan escape my lips, hoping to encourage him to keep going.

Skimming my fingers down his rippled stomach, I touch the head of his hard cock. “I want this. Now,” I command.

He pauses for a moment, gazing over my nude body as he does. “My God, Daphne. You’re more beautiful than I imagined a woman could ever be.”

Simply looking at his hard, thick erection brings on the beginning of an orgasm again by sight alone as I continue to stroke the tip with my fingertips. The mere thought of what’s coming almost drives me over the edge.

He leans forward, takes hold of my hips, and pulls me closer to him. Kiss by kiss, he lowers himself down until his face is inches from my sex .

“I could feast off this pussy all night.” He doesn’t wait for permission, but kisses my pussy, followed by licking my throbbing clit.

I tense at the intimate and tantalizing touch. Part of me wants to stop so we can just skip ahead to the fucking part of the night, and the other part wants the feeling to never end. He swirls his tongue in circles, lapping up every sign of my arousal. I moan with complete abandon. My body seems possessed by Satan himself. I have absolutely no power against him. Lick after lick, Apollo brings my body to another level. Just when I believe I can take no more, he thrusts his finger past the lips of my pussy. In and out he plunges, pulling gasps and moans from me.

I need more. So much more, and luckily Apollo doesn’t make me wait long. I gasp at the sensation of his cock finally pressing against me.

Closing my eyes in ecstasy, I dig my fingers into his shoulders as he presses beyond the tightness, entering me completely. The delicious sting is quickly replaced with an erotic pleasure that captures my breath.

He continues to place gentle kisses all over my neck and face while his thick shaft probes deeper within. The contrast of soft and hard pushes me toward that familiar edge. Sparks, electricity, pure animalistic need washes over me, drowning me in pleasure as we both rock each other into completion.