Page 77 of Always Eros

I nod, trying to get my brain back online. “I-I can’t believe I get to touch you.”

“As much as you desire.”

I pull my shirt off as Eros slinks toward me, then gasp as he grabs my ankles and pulls me underneath him.

“I dream of you,” Eros whispers. “Sometimes it’s as if I can feel you.”

“It happened to me too. Like the day in the woods.”

He smiles, his eyes softening. “By the gods, it could be true. You could be my mate, Justice.” His hand moves to my throat, not squeezing, just holding. He searches my eyes for just a second before closing in and claiming my lips.

I sink into him, gripping his shoulders as his lips melt away any remaining doubt or resistance. He manages to get my jeans off without breaking the kiss, and as our naked bodies touch for the first time, I swear I fall apart. Touching Eros isn’t like anything I’ve felt before. It’s so much more.

His mouth leaves mine and I whimper, but only for the second it takes for him to move to my throat, kissing and sucking until I’m positive there will be a mark there. Why is that idea so hot? Everyone will know what we did, and I like that thought. A lot.

From my neck, Eros traces kisses down my chest, circling my nipples and sucking on them before continuing to my belly. He grips my hips, his fingers digging into my flesh just this side of pain, and I buck my hips for relief. My cock is so hard and throbbing, I swear it’ll burst if I don’t get relief soon.

Eros’s teeth graze my belly as he inhales. “Gods, Justice. What a scent you have.”

“What do I smell like to you?” I ask, carding my fingers through his blond tresses.

“Paradise. Summer. Fresh rain and cut grass. You smell like autumn—crisp leaves and warm drinks. Like winter, peacefully falling snow, and like spring, the rebirth of the world.”

“Eros…”

“You smell like eternity. Like everything my soul desires.” He lifts his face to mine. “I am obsessed with you, my darling. I have waited centuries to love you, and now I will spend the rest of time adoring you, if you allow it.”

My eyes well with tears, and I’m too speechless to say anything back, so I just nod.

“Are you happy, Justice? Happy to be in my arms?”

I nod again as the tears fall. “So happy,” I manage.

He smiles, those dangerous teeth at odds with the beautiful softness of his face. I’m expecting another sweet, poetic line of prose, but that’s not what I get. Eros dives between my legs, rubbing his nose along the inside of my thighs, over my balls, and finally my cock.

I arch into his touch, whimpering. I need him so desperately, I think I might go crazy from it. Eros opens his mouth, and his hot tongue licks a stripe along my shaft. I hiss with pleasure, then gasp as he spreads my legs and buries his face between them.

He runs his tongue over every intimate part of me, and all I can do is rock against his mouth, trying to get myself off, but Eros is in complete control. His fingers tickle my entrance as he tongues my balls and cock until I’m delirious and unable to do anything but make needy sounds of lust.

When he finally swallows my length, I cry out with relief. He sucks me hard and fast, until I’m barreling toward the edge, only to release me just before I can fall over.

“Noooo,” I whine.

Eros chuckles, straddling my body and offering me the most perfect example of male beauty in existence. Granted, I haven’t seen every dick in the world, but there couldn’t possibly be a better one than this one.

I grip his hips, lifting my head to gobble him up. The burst of sweet precum on my tongue makes my stomach flutter and my hole twitch with need. Eros is thick and long and veiny and absolutely fucking everything. His is the cock of dreams. My dreams anyway.

He fucks slowly into my mouth, sliding with ease down my throat and carding his fingers through my hair as I suck him with everything I’ve got.

“Beautiful,” Eros whispers. “So sexy.”

Eros looks at me like I’m the best lover he’s ever had. My limited experience seems to be less of a problem than I thought. Either that, or Eros is just really good at making a guy feel incredible.

He reaches behind him, playing with my hole again, and the sensation coaxes my orgasm to the surface again. That is, until Eros pulls away again.

“Stop doing that,” I whine.

Eros grins, leaning down to kiss me. “Patience, my darling. I will make it worth it for you.”

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