Page 3 of Marked by the Demigod

She props herself up on her elbow, then pulls his face down to hers and kisses him, slow, teasing his lips apart.

“Yeah, I think I do,” she murmurs.

The glimmer of satisfaction flickers behind his eyes once more, and he crushes his mouth down on hers.

She tugs on the buttons of his shirt, and they fall open way easier than logical, sliding out as if they were meant for it. He grunts a laugh at her, fumbling with the zipper on her pants.

It's a moment of dual awkwardness, and they both grin for a second before she reaches down and grabs his dick through his suit trousers.

He startles, then sheds the pants as quickly as possible before crawling back on top of her, all long lean lines and slender muscles. He slips a hand between her thighs, crooking his finger into her without any warning.

She hisses and he gentles, rubbing her clit in soft circles, lips mouthing at her neck, some almost whisper, something she doesn't quite catch. For a moment it's like she's out of time, with just his fingers against her and --

He pulls away from her, just a brief second, and she uses that to flip him onto his back and straddles him. He's a pretty picture, his mouth slack, hair on the pillow behind him. He squirms with her hands on him, writhes, eyes shut and lashes long.

"Do you have condoms?" She whispers, unable to speak louder for the moment.

He nods, flails his hand at the bedside table. Sure enough, previously unseen, a single condom lays. She grabs it.

The sound of the wrapper shocks, and he opens his eyes. His eyes shine, as if overwhelmed, as if unbelieving, as if in awe. As if not believing she’s real.

"You look...like you didn’t expect this?"

He tries to say something but his voice rasps. He clears his throat, tries again. "Been a bit for me, too." He locks eyes with her and twists a smile up.

“That's a shame," Aimes says, gripping his dick and slowly, ever so slowly, shifting her fist up and down him. "You're so very pretty, should be easy for you."

His mouth is slack again, and it's just about the best thing she's seen in ages. Holding him in place, she lifts herself up, then sinks down on him.

His eyes fly open, and he stares at her, his jaw working, before his hands tentatively settle on her waist. It's like he's not even breathing, carved from marble.

She thrusts on him, and he groans, naked, embarrassingly so, and his fingers dig into her hips. He pounds her, once, twice, before flipping her again and pinning her down, a hand closing on each wrist.

She gasps, and he grins, the sudden shyness gone.

"You're a bit more...forward than who I'm used to dealing with." He says, panting a bit.

She bucks up at him, returning the grin. "Sounds boring." He's larger than she thought when grasping him, and it's embarrassing how solid it feels.

He somehow shrugs, then leans back in and kisses her, slow and steady.

"My thoughts exactly.”

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