Chapter 11
LAILA
My entire body hummed with anticipation as I followed Poseidon into his bedroom.
I was completely caught up in the moment, and yet also totally in control.
I knew I wanted this. I'd thought about this countless times since leaving his restaurant on Tuesday, including a rather hot night on my own with my vibrator.
Desire flooded through me even at the memory, and he hadn't even properly touched me yet.
As if he knew what I was thinking, he stepped closer, his firm chest against my back. "You're so beautiful," he murmured.
I twisted my neck so that we were closer, and he took me in a searing kiss that made my legs weak.
His hands expertly tugged at the belt holding my robe in place and it fell open, baring my skin to the cool air.
I wasn't cold for long as his hand slipped under the fabric to touch the sensitive skin of my stomach.
I sucked in a breath, feeling the need rise higher within me. He pushed the robe off my shoulder, leaning in to press kisses along it, each touch only making me want more.
The robe slipped to the floor, and I turned around in his arms, making sure to get rid of his so that we were both as naked as one another.
He captured my lips with his and kissed me deeply, stirring something within me. As good as this had been in my head, feeling his lips against mine, and his hands skimming over my skin was so much better. My body responded immediately, seeking out all of the pleasure he could give me.
I pulled him back to the bed and lay down, pulling him over me. His fingers grazed against my nipple, and I let out a short cry into our kiss, which only made him do it again.
"More?" he murmured against my lips.
"Yes." Please. I wanted to beg, but the words wouldn't make themselves known as he pinched my nipple. I pressed my legs together, desperate for some kind of friction where I needed it the most.
"Let me help with that," he whispered, leaving my nipple so that he could touch other parts of me.
I parted my legs, desperate to feel him between them until he got there, and I became incredibly aware of how turned on I was. Despite myself, a wave of self-consciousness flooded through me. I wasn't this responsive when I was on my own.
"I'm sorry," I murmured as his fingers glided over my entrance.
"What have you got to be sorry for?" His voice was a low murmur, but there was genuine concern when he looked down at me.
"Well, I'm very...you know."
He grinned at me, not seeming the slightest bit bothered. "Didn't you hear? I'm Poseidon, I like things wet."
I blinked a couple of times. "You can't say that."
"Why not?" He moved his fingers, gaining a little gasp from me in response.
"It's a good way to get a woman to close her legs to you."
"I don't see them closing." He leaned in and brushed his lips against mine, his fingers brushing against the perfect spot between my legs as he did.
I moaned into the kiss, completely proving his point. But he was also proving his, seeming smug that he'd gotten this response from me, even through the kisses.
"Let me prove how unsorry you need to be," he murmured, removing his hands from between my legs so that he could toy with my nipple again while he kissed my neck.
There was a small part of me that wanted to protest, that had been told that I shouldn't be this brazen with what I wanted, even if there was a part of me that didn't care. And an even bigger part who loved it. I was going to listen to that part of my mind.
He moved further down my body, his tongue circling my nipple and causing me to arch up into him. I didn't think it was possible for me to get more turned on, but that was precisely what was happening. I arched off the bed, desperate to feel his attention where I wanted it the most.
Without meaning to, my hand strayed to his head, and I tangled my fingers through his hair.
"Your impatience matches a god's," he murmured against my nipple, the vibrations doing funny things to my insides and causing the desire to grow within me.
Despite his words, he seemed to take my unintended cue, and he kissed down my stomach until he settled between my legs. All thoughts of insecurities left me at the sight, though it was hard to believe that one of the most well-known gods in the world was in bed with me.
He hooked his arms under my legs and shifted me into a better position. I was exposed, but the way he was touching me made it possible to completely forget that.
The moment his tongue touched my centre, my thoughts started to flee, the only thing that seemed to stay was the reminder that it was Poseidon between my legs, and he was feasting on me like he was a starving man.
Desire coiled up within me, but every time I thought I was about to tip over the edge, he moved away from that spot and turned his attention to another, getting to know every part of me.
I was desperate for a release, but I also didn't want to hurry him, not when it felt so good.
My head tipped back, and unintelligible words slipped from my lips, which only seemed to make him more enthusiastic. He was certainly doing exactly what he'd said he was going to do and proving to me that I didn't have to be sorry about my response to him. And right now, I wasn't.
His tongue flicked over a particularly sensitive spot, and the coiling pleasure inside me became more intense. Whether I was ready for it or not, I was going to explode. He responded by pulling me closer to him and running his tongue over the same spot again.
My pleasure wound higher until there was nothing I could do to contain it. My body began to shake as it coursed through my body, a wave feeling like the right way to describe it, and perfect when it was the god of the seas doing this to me.
I collapsed back onto the bed as the pleasure began to subside, but Poseidon wasn't done with me, and continued to lick and tease me.
There was a small part of me that was whispering that I should tell him to stop, but when he hit a particularly good spot, they disappeared, along with all of my rational thoughts.
The second release was more intense than the first, and I squeezed my eyes shut so hard that I could see stars behind them.
Every nerve in my body feels as if it's on edge and waiting to be touched as I return to the present to find Poseidon shifting on the bed so that he's beside me.
"Who knew Poseidon would be an unselfish lover?" I murmured.
He chuckled. "I have to combat the bad reputation somehow."
"I hope you're not done." I slipped my hand between us, feeling just how hard he was. It wasn't a huge surprise. He'd been hard in the hot tub, but it was a little different knowing that this was his response to going down on me.
"I'm far from done," he promised, his voice breaking as I stroked him.
"Do you have condoms?" If he said no, then I might scream. If he said yes, then there was also a chance I could scream, but for a very different reason.
"In the drawer by your side of the bed," he said.
I let go of him, but regretted that I had to.
It would be a lot more fun if I could keep giving him the attention while I grabbed one.
I fumbled in the drawer until I pulled out a foil package and held it out to him.
The nerves were definitely coming from excitement, especially after feeling him in my hand and being able to imagine him inside me.
Was it going to be as good as I imagined?
My mind immediately drifted back to the orgasm he just gave me.
It was going to feel good. I handed him the condom, and he put it on with ease before pulling me closer to him and kissing me deeply.
Every brush of his fingers sets my insides dancing, and I wasn't entirely sure that I wouldn't be able to find another release, no matter how unlikely I would have said that was before we started.
I hooked my leg over his, feeling him brush against my entrance.
A dull ache grew inside me in response. I pushed his shoulder back and reached down between us so I could take him in my hand.
A couple of firm strokes had his eyes glazed over, and a soft moan escaped from him.
I guided him to my entrance, seating myself until I was as full as I could be.
My eyes fluttered closed, and I placed a hand on his chest, using it to rock myself back and forth. It was slow and torturous, but it felt amazing.
One of his hands gripped my hip, his fingers digging in slightly. It was enough to make me aware of his presence, but not enough to hurt.
His other hand roamed over my body, brushing against my nipples and then over my stomach, each touch full of intense sensations that I didn't want to end.
I leaned forward, pressing my chest against his so I could kiss him. He shifted his legs so he could continue the rhythm I'd started, though it soon became more frantic. I leaned my head against his neck, taking in the salty scent of his skin.
He moved his hand between us, the position a little awkward, but worth it when his fingers touched the spot that would make me explode again.
My thoughts were a complete mess as he managed to get a sharp and intense release from me. My whole body contracted, and I squeezed around him without meaning to, making him let out a long groan. He shifted his hips, pressing into me harder as he reached his own release.
We stayed there for a moment, wrapped up in one another's arms and completely covered in sweat, until I realised I should probably move my weight off him.
I slipped to the side and leaned back on the bed, breathing heavily. I didn't think I'd been so relaxed in a while.
"You're very responsive," he murmured.
"More so than I expected," I responded, turning to look at him.
"I look forward to discovering how else you like to be touched," he said.
"Me too."
He leaned in and kissed me, brief and feeling more affectionate than full of need. It was nice, a reminder that this wasn't supposed to be a brief tumble, but something more. And I had no doubt that it would still feel that way in the morning.