Page 61 of You Can't Fight Lightning
And not because I made it happen as Zeus, but because I pleased her physically as Z. It was an important difference to me.
“Oh, holy mother of Pearl,” Roxy moaned.
Her legs tightened around me.
She was close.
I didn’t slow my ministrations, but moved my hand faster, and used my teeth, just a little, when sucking at her clit.
She screamed, high, a whistle of sound, the sound of a woman on the edge.
My woman.
Mine.
Forever, if she’d let me.
“Oh, god—”
I’d have to help her learn to say gods. Or Zeus. Or something. I lost my thoughts as I watched Roxy come apart under me, at my hands, under my mouth.
A keening sound came from her, and I felt her clench around me, her legs shaking with the intensity.
I almost stopped as I felt the crest of her release, but then I kept up with sucking at her clit.
As her release faded, I felt her body tighten once more as she fell right back into the buildup of another orgasm.
“Sweet hell.” Her words were a prayer, a plea. Then her shoulders sank into the bed, and she let out a sigh. “Z, that was…”
“It’s not over yet.” I stood up straight.
She looked me up and down. “I hope not. But I might need to just lie here.”
I crawled onto the bed over top her. “No can do. Besides, I have a suspicion you’re going to want to be an enthusiastic participant.”
She laughed. It was full and rich and satiated.
Which I’d done for her.
“You think so?”
“I know so.”
She frowned. “You’re not going to do any of your godly razzle dazzle, are you? I don’t want that.”
“You don’t?” My hand stopped in mid-air as I was reaching for her.
“No. I like you for you. The fact that you’re Zeus just means we’re going to be doing more traveling. No razzle dazzle when it’s just us, like this.” Her hand drew down my side, teasing me.
I didn’t—couldn’t—say anything. She cared about me for me. Z, the man. Just the man.
“I never thought I wanted that.” My words were halting.
“What do you mean?” She pushed herself up onto her elbows.
“I loved being Zeus. Even with all the headaches. But until you said that, until now—I didn’t know that I’d enjoy just being me, without being Zeus.” I looked at her to see if she was with me, if she understood. Which would be great, because I wasn’t sure I did. It was such a new idea.
“I love that you’re Zeus. It’s sexy.” She leaned over and kissed me gently on the cheek. “But even more, I love that I’m with the man who met a girl who wouldn’t fall for a swan or a shower of gold, and went and read romance books to figure out how to win her over.”
