That knowledge, that he is so utterly mine that I can arouse him with a look.
He crawls onto the bed and reaches for me, but I shake my head. “Uh-uh.” I push him to his back and crawl astride him. “I need you like this.”
He palms my ass as I lift up, grasping him and guiding him to my sex, notch him inside me and slide down onto him, all in one fluid motion. We both groan together as I bottom out on him, his cock speared fully into me.
I roll my hips in circles. “Bare. I can feel every bit of you.”
He gasps, pushing to get deeper, thrusting. “So fucking beautiful, Rin. You’re so,sofucking gorgeous. I can’t believe you’re mine.”
“I am. I’m yours, Apollo. All yours. Forever yours.”
He cups my breasts as I writhe on him, fondling them as they sway. “I’m not going to last long, Rin. You make it too good. I’m going to come inside you.”
I roll and writhe, faster and faster. “Good. Fill me, Apollo.” I clasp my hands over his, urging him to squeeze and touch and fondle me, holding his hands on my breasts as I ride him. “Fill me with your cum.”
“I want you with me. Come with me, Corinna.”
“I will,” I say, dropping one hand to my sex, to my clit. “I’m gonna come with you, Apollo.”
“Oh god, Rin. It’s so good. Watching you ride me. Watching you fuck me.”
I lift and fall, then, my eyes on his, his on mine. “Give it to me, Apollo. Fuck me hard. I want you to come—right now.” I move faster. “I want it. I need it. Fuck me until you come, until your cum spills out of me.”
He bucks into me, our bodies meeting. “Ohhh, fuck, Corinna.”
“Apollo….” I whisper. “Put a baby in me, my love.”
His eyes widen, and he surges faster, and I brace my hand on his belly and my fingers fly on my clit, and I come. I explode around him. I feel my inner walls clench around him, squeezing tight.
This is the last, for him.
He cries out and our hands find each other, palm to palm, fingers twining. I feel him pulse, feel him let loose. He bellows, shouts, surges, fucks, and I ride him through it, matching him, meeting him.
We come, and we come.
After a forever of united orgasm, I collapse forward onto him.
He holds me. Still inside me, slowly softening and slipping out, he just holds me.
After a while, I feel him move, reach. A drawer opens.
I crack an eye. “What are you doing?”
He kisses my head. “Don’t move.”
“’Kay. I won’t.”
He puts something in my field of vision—a red velvet box. A very, very old one. The edges where the top and bottom meet are trimmed in faded gold.
He opens it one-handed. “This was my grandmother’s—Georgios’s father’s mother’s, my father’s mother’s. I never knew her, clearly, but her name was Ophelia Konstantin.” His voice is reverent. “I was talking to Georgio while you and Elena and Yelena were making cookies. I told him about proposing and not having a ring.”
“Apollo, are you serious?”
“He said he inherited this. But his wife will only wear the one he got her. So he gave it to me, to give to you.”
I swallow hard. “Oh, Apollo, it’s perfect.”
It really is. The gold is shiny with age, a slim gold band with a single small round diamond. Small, but pure, and perfectly cut glinting with fire.
