His performance was definitely a sprint, not a marathon, but I knew Hades well. He wouldn’t leave me hanging, and feeling all that come deep inside only turned me on more. It would give me a stronger climax, make me feel sexy knowing I made him explode like that.
He kissed my neck and made his way along my jaw until he reached my lips again. His cock softened slightly inside me, but it didn’t dull his desire. He kissed me with the same passion as before, his dick slowly hardening back to full mast. “That’s what happens when you make me wait.” He started to thrust again when he was hard, sliding through his come and my slickness.
“I didn’t ask you to wait.” My fingers dug into his hair, feeling the sweat in his strands as I held on to him. My other hand gripped his back, holding on as he rocked me back and forth.
His eyes watched mine as he fucked me deep with every stroke. “No. But you made me want to.” He took a deep breath and groaned as he kept enjoying me, balls deep in my pussy. “And fuck, baby.” He moaned again. “You were worth the wait.”
It was four in the morning, and lights from the city were visible through the small crack in the curtains. I lay on the right side of the bed, stuffed with come and so sore that I needed a break for a while.
Hades was beside me, sleeping on his back with the sheets bunched around his waist. His left hand rested on his stomach, his black wedding band so strange but also fitting on his finger. His chest rose and fell slowly as he enjoyed his deep sleep.
He’d taken me over and over again all through the night, fucking me in the exact same position. He wanted to feel me at the deepest angle, give his deposits in the most intimate way possible.
The sex hadn’t changed much in two years.
Other than the fact that it was better.
I disliked the idea of being married for gain, of forging an alliance for bullshit purposes, but at least my husband was good in bed. It might make me overlook all his other flaws. Most people were in love but having mediocre sex. That wasn’t the case for me.
That was something I wouldn’t miss about being single…finding a cute guy, only to be disappointed by his skills in the bedroom.
There was nothing disappointing about Hades.
It’d been a long day so I should be deep asleep, but my eyes continued to stare at his bedroom, to see my clothes hanging on the left side of the closet. My wedding ring was still on my finger. My wedding dress was visible in the sliver of moonlight that snuck into the bedroom. Our quarters were spacious and plenty big for the two of us, but it was still odd to share everything, from money, to space, and even a bed.
Fifty-fifty.
I pulled the sheets back gently and slipped out of bed. His white collared shirt had been flung onto the armchair, so I slipped it on and buttoned the front as I made my way outside. I stepped onto the balcony and was overcome by the silence. There were no cars on the road at this hour. No sirens. No bells. The city was asleep. I gripped the rail and looked at the city I knew so well, feeling different now that I’d changed my address as well as my last name. My fingers rubbed my cheek and corrected the smeared mascara I’d never washed away.
The door shut behind me, his footsteps echoing a moment later. His bare feet tapped against the pavers of the patio as he approached me, his size audible in the way he disrupted the energy around him.
He came directly behind me, his bare chest pushing against my back. His arms gripped the rail in front of us, his body acting as a cage that locked me in. His lips slowly moved into my hairline, pressing gentle kisses against my warm skin. He moved down until his lips were pressed against my ear. “Want more?” His hand pushed my hair over the opposite shoulder. “Because you can get on top of me whenever you want. Wake me up—I don’t give a damn.” He kissed my neck again, his tongue tasting the sweat from my skin.
“I just couldn’t sleep…” I closed my eyes, feeling his lips suck my skin.
He pushed down the front of his boxers and let his cock move to my entrance. He grabbed my shoulder and bent me over slightly, making my ass pop. Then he pushed inside me, shoving himself deep and hard.
I gripped the rail and moaned, feeling the pain from all the soreness. He made me feel like a virgin, making me ache like I’d never taken a man like that before.