talented tongue on the underside of the head.
His balls ached for release. Tingling shot up his spine as his sac tightened. He knew he was close. Very close.
“I’m going to come, baby.” He panted as he held her head. Artu took a deep breath knowing that he would never be the same once she was through with him. It took every ounce of willpower that he possessed to hold himself still when everything in him wanted to flex his hips as hard and fast as he could, jackhammering into her mouth as he came.
Just when he was certain that he would lose control, Artu threw his head back and let out a growl so deep, so powerful, he wasn’t positive the sound came from him. Finally, giving into temptation and heat, he grasped Lena by the hair and hammered the last few strokes into her mouth. Gods forgive him if he harmed this precious treasure, but he couldn’t stop himself. “I’m cumming, baby!” He said with another growl as he shot his load deep down her throat.
His orgasm lasted a lifetime. His cock pulsed as he shot his seed into the silken depths of her mouth. Looking down, he watched as she slowly pulled her mouth from his flesh. His flaccid shaft left her mouth slowly, and he regretted the loss of its wet warmth. Trembling slightly, Artu sat on the edge of the tub and took a deep breath. Whatever came next could never match what she had just given him, and gods help him, he thought he just might love her for that one act alone.
“I take it that you enjoyed that?” she asked with a smile just before she scooped water up to rinse her face.
“Very much so.” He answered with a smile. Did his new feelings show on his face? Did he feel this way only because she had done for him what no other woman had ever done, or was it because they were truly meant to be, the way the voices in his head would suggest?
Will you listen to yourself? You’ve actually admitted to having voices in your head. What does that say about you? Artu closed his eyes, scrubbed his face with his hands and wondered when exactly it was that he had lost his mind.
Standing on still-rubbery legs, Artu reached down and pulled Lena to her feet. “Thank you for that, Lena.” He swallowed thickly. “I shall treasure that memory always.”
A little crease appeared between her beautiful eyes that were a wondrous color he’d never seen before, that seemed a mixture of blue and brown. “You’ll treasure the memory?” She bit her lip. “You’re acting as though you don’t plan to see me after today or something.”
How did he tell her that he expected her to leave like all the others? What if saying it made her do that very thing? He stared down at her, wondering how he could explain.
“I would love for you to stay with me. However, I have not had the best of luck with women.” He would leave it at that and let her think of that what she would.
“Artu,” she began with a smile and the shake of her head. “That’s because those other women weren’t meant to be with you.” She moved closer, wrapped her arms about his neck and drew his head down to hers. “Apparently, I am the woman you’ve been waiting for.
Lowering his head, Artu covered her mouth with his for another passionate kiss. “You are.” Only the gods and the Fates knew that truer words had never been spoken.
Swinging her up into his arms, he carried her into the sonic dryer and then into the bedroom, where he placed her on the bed with a gentle kiss to her lips. “It’s time we got some sleep. We’ll talk about our future in the morning.”
Chapter Fifteen
Lena woke to the pounding of a distant drum. The irregular beat made her frown. It was probably that deadbeat neighbor of hers, Dean, playing his weird psychedelic sixties music again.
Rolling over, she put her pillow over her head. “Turn it down, Dean. I’m not in the mood to hear it this morning.” That was an understatement, to say the least. Her hippy neighbor’s idea of music had yanked her from
His balls ached for release. Tingling shot up his spine as his sac tightened. He knew he was close. Very close.
“I’m going to come, baby.” He panted as he held her head. Artu took a deep breath knowing that he would never be the same once she was through with him. It took every ounce of willpower that he possessed to hold himself still when everything in him wanted to flex his hips as hard and fast as he could, jackhammering into her mouth as he came.
Just when he was certain that he would lose control, Artu threw his head back and let out a growl so deep, so powerful, he wasn’t positive the sound came from him. Finally, giving into temptation and heat, he grasped Lena by the hair and hammered the last few strokes into her mouth. Gods forgive him if he harmed this precious treasure, but he couldn’t stop himself. “I’m cumming, baby!” He said with another growl as he shot his load deep down her throat.
His orgasm lasted a lifetime. His cock pulsed as he shot his seed into the silken depths of her mouth. Looking down, he watched as she slowly pulled her mouth from his flesh. His flaccid shaft left her mouth slowly, and he regretted the loss of its wet warmth. Trembling slightly, Artu sat on the edge of the tub and took a deep breath. Whatever came next could never match what she had just given him, and gods help him, he thought he just might love her for that one act alone.
“I take it that you enjoyed that?” she asked with a smile just before she scooped water up to rinse her face.
“Very much so.” He answered with a smile. Did his new feelings show on his face? Did he feel this way only because she had done for him what no other woman had ever done, or was it because they were truly meant to be, the way the voices in his head would suggest?
Will you listen to yourself? You’ve actually admitted to having voices in your head. What does that say about you? Artu closed his eyes, scrubbed his face with his hands and wondered when exactly it was that he had lost his mind.
Standing on still-rubbery legs, Artu reached down and pulled Lena to her feet. “Thank you for that, Lena.” He swallowed thickly. “I shall treasure that memory always.”
A little crease appeared between her beautiful eyes that were a wondrous color he’d never seen before, that seemed a mixture of blue and brown. “You’ll treasure the memory?” She bit her lip. “You’re acting as though you don’t plan to see me after today or something.”
How did he tell her that he expected her to leave like all the others? What if saying it made her do that very thing? He stared down at her, wondering how he could explain.
“I would love for you to stay with me. However, I have not had the best of luck with women.” He would leave it at that and let her think of that what she would.
“Artu,” she began with a smile and the shake of her head. “That’s because those other women weren’t meant to be with you.” She moved closer, wrapped her arms about his neck and drew his head down to hers. “Apparently, I am the woman you’ve been waiting for.
Lowering his head, Artu covered her mouth with his for another passionate kiss. “You are.” Only the gods and the Fates knew that truer words had never been spoken.
Swinging her up into his arms, he carried her into the sonic dryer and then into the bedroom, where he placed her on the bed with a gentle kiss to her lips. “It’s time we got some sleep. We’ll talk about our future in the morning.”
Chapter Fifteen
Lena woke to the pounding of a distant drum. The irregular beat made her frown. It was probably that deadbeat neighbor of hers, Dean, playing his weird psychedelic sixties music again.
Rolling over, she put her pillow over her head. “Turn it down, Dean. I’m not in the mood to hear it this morning.” That was an understatement, to say the least. Her hippy neighbor’s idea of music had yanked her from
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