Total pages in book: 98
Estimated words: 92659 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 463(@200wpm)___ 371(@250wpm)___ 309(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92659 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 463(@200wpm)___ 371(@250wpm)___ 309(@300wpm)
Thought about it? I’ve craved her like a fire in my blood, but it’s more than that. I want to fuck her, to hear her little sounds of pleasure, to know exactly what gets her off the hardest. No shit I want that. But I want everything else too. The mornings and the late nights and the bitchy days and the happy ones. “Haven’t you?”
“Yes.” She hooks my neck and then her mouth is on mine. Kissing me with the same desperation surging in my blood. I knew she was right here with me, but this is just further confirmation. This is happening. We’re in this together.
I’ve imagined kissing Eurydice more times than I can count. Soft and sweet. Hard and frenetic. Everywhere in between. Reality is so different, it’s barely comprehensible. She’s warm and soft in my arms, and she teases my mouth open and takes what she wants. She tastes like peppermint, and it drives me wild.
She works my slacks down my hips and pulls me tight against her. I freeze at the feeling of her pussy against my length. She’s wet and so hot, she practically scorches me.
Slow down. Slow the fuck down.
I break the kiss and press my forehead to hers. I’m breathing as if I’ve run a great distance. “Not supposed to be like this.”
“You keep saying that.” Her nails dig into my ass and she rolls her hips, rubbing herself up and down my length. We’re pressed too tightly together for her to get me inside her, and I’m both grateful and furious about it. “Tell me how it’s supposed to be, Charon.”
“Supposed to be slow.” I hardly sound like myself. “Wine you. Dine you. Seduce you properly.” I press my forehead harder against hers, until it almost hurts. Too rough, but if I don’t do something to ground myself, I’m going to be inside her. “Tease you until you’re begging for it. Not in the back seat of my fucking car where anyone can see you taking my cock like a good girl.”
“Charon.” Eurydice licks my throat. “Maybe I want them to see.” She’s writhing against me almost desperately. “If you don’t fuck me right now, I think I might die. We’ve waited so long. You can seduce me properly later. Please.”
I should deny her, but I’m already shifting back so she can grip my cock and guide me to her entrance. The feeling of being dragged through her wetness muddies my mind, but I still have the presence to grit out. “Condom.”
“I’m on birth control.” She rubs the head of my cock against her clit. The lone streetlight outside paints her small breasts in vivid detail, but leaves everything else in shadow. Her breath hitches. “If you want a condom, we can use one, but we don’t need to.”
I haven’t been with anyone in the last year, and neither has she. I don’t know if I’m supposed to know she got tested the month after all that shit went down with Orpheus, but I overheard Persephone and Hades talking. She’d been furious her sister even had to worry about that on top of everything else, but it’d come back negative.
I don’t think Orpheus cheated on her, but it’s not my place to say as much. Not then, and sure as fuck not now.
I want to do this with her without a single thing between us. Maybe it’s sentimental, especially when there is something—someone—between us currently, but the desire remains. “Are you sure?” I manage.
In response, she lifts her hips and slides the head of my cock into her. I curse, long and hard, and fight against every instinct demanding I drive into her, claim this thing between us once and for all.
Slow isn’t something I’m capable of right now, but I need this to be just as good for her as it is for me. “Touch yourself. Show me what you like.”
Eurydice doesn’t hesitate. She gives my cock one last stroke and moves her hand up to her clit. I curse again, hating the shadows hiding everything but the motion of her fingers from me. Next time. Next time I will spread her out on my bed and look my fill.
Right now, I’ll have to go by touch alone.
I cover her hand with mine, letting her motions teach me exactly what she likes. She moans and rolls her hips, but I have just enough room to edge back so I don’t sink deeper. Even the head of my cock inside her is sweet agony. I won’t hold it together if I go deeper. “Not yet.”
“Please.”
“Make yourself come, baby.” I can’t stop myself from cupping her breast with my free hand. “Come for me and then you can have every inch of this cock.” She sobs out a breath and picks up her pace. I shake my head. “No, don’t rush it.” I knock her hand away and take its place. She’s slippery beneath my thumb. Warm and wet and just for me. I mimic the motions she was doing on her own, vertical strokes that tease her eager little clit.