She rose, burying him deep within her, a strangled groan escaping her.
He was no more controlled than she, and she delighted in his frenzy. His hand tangled in her hair, while the other cupped her hips. He turned his face into her neck, releasing a ragged moan against her skin.
She let her head fall back, setting a rhythm both hard and deep. Each time she took him in, she longed for more. At length her body tightened, tensing as ripple after ripple of pure ecstasy coursed through her. She clung to him, catching his lips with hers to stifle her cry of release.
Her body throbbed, echoing her climax with near painful spasms. He was still hard inside her, wanting. Such a realization surprised her. She was only vaguely aware of his hands, holding her face as he kissed her tenderly.
She stilled for but a second and found her rhythm quick enough, determined to push him to pleasure. Instead, she was gripped by another climax. It swept over her suddenly, ripping a startled cry from her before she knew otherwise.
Every inch of her still pulsed. And still he’d been left wanting.
She stared at him, passion and frustration blurring her vision. He was so beautiful, his wide eyes fixed on her in fascination.
She moved, shuddering violently at the sweet friction she stirred. And pleased by the flare of his nostril and the tightening of his jaw.
She stopped, slipping her peplos over her head. She loosed his chiton, pushing it about his waist so that his chest was as bare as hers.
He swallowed, making her smile.
But the feel of his skin upon her reduced her again, making her moan hoarsely as her body surged and tightened in release once more.
“I wonder,” he ground out against her chest, his lips latching on to her nipple. “How long we might make this last, Goddess?”
She shuddered, horrified that her body would respond so quickly. She’d known it would be powerful, but she’d never thought her body could rule her so. She could not calm the fire in her blood or the delight of them joined so well. She did not want to.
“I know not.” Her words were husky to her own ears. “But I will see it through ‘til you’re well spent.”
He closed his eyes as his face twisted, almost pained. He grabbed her to him, wrapping his arms about her as if his life depended upon it. He rolled, sliding her beneath him and lifting her hips. He gripped her hard, cleaving to her once more. She was shuddering, raw and exposed from their lovemaking. She clung to him, whispering, “Hades… how I love you.”
His eyes were dark as he stooped, kissing her softly, sweetly as he found his release. She caught his cry, his breath mingling with her own.
He collapsed on top of her. Her hands rested against his back, her arms tangled about him.
She’d never been happier. She bit her lip, stifling the laughter that bubbled up inside of her. It escaped anyway, her soft giggles making him roll to one side. “No, stay–”
But he’d moved and they were no longer wrapped up in one another. She sighed, scowling at him. She’d not expected to hear his laughter ring out. When it did, all traces of her irritation vanished. He had such a glorious laugh.
She laughed too, poking him in the side and leaning over him. “Does my anger really amuse you?”
His hand stroked her cheek. “Are you truly angry?”
She sighed, resting her chin on his chest. “No. How could I be?” She rolled on to her back, sighing again.
“It was you who laughed first,” he reminded her.
She shook her head. “I laugh because I am happy. Happier than I’ve ever been. Because I am here, with you. The things you do to me…” She sighed. “My body is overwhelmed. And I am happy.”
/> He watched her closely, but said nothing.
She looked at him, staring up at his face above her. “And…you are gloriously handsome. I find looking at you very… pleasing.”
His eyes went round, the muscles in his throat working.
“Do I… Do I please you at all?” She covered her face, shaking her head. “No…” She sat up, wishing she’s not asked such a question.
She stood, refusing to look at him as she dropped her tunic and attempted an air of nonchalance. “Shall we swim?” She did not wait for an answer, but ran to the edge of the water. What had she done? Why had she asked such a thing?
She stepped into the warm water, the steam enveloping her as she descended into its soothing depths. The pond, a shallow hot springs, was deep enough to bathe in. But the waters were clear and shallow enough to see its sandy bottom. She curled her toes into the sand, sighing.