Chapter 47
Zeus
Maneuvering to the bed, Zeus slowly—carefully—stripped Yas out of the sleeveless blouse.
Thankfully, she’d chosen one with buttons up the front, so she didn’t have to lift her arms. Kissing his way down her neck, he moved her to sit on the bed, kneeling between the light grey capri slacks she was wearing, so he could reach her breasts and nipples with his mouth.
Moaning, Yas arched, running her hands over his head, the back of his neck, and his shoulders as he left a trail of kisses over her breasts, first along the edge of her bra, then where the bra had covered as he slid it free from her body.
Sucking on one hard bud, he felt his cock jerk against his jeans in response to her moan of pleasure.
Her hands moved over his shoulders and started tugging at the shoulders of his shirt, trying to pull it up.
Letting her nipple go with a tiny popping sound as the suction from his mouth was broken, Zeus let her pull his shirt free from his body before turning to her other nipple.
Wrapping his arms around her waist, he pulled her flush against him, her thighs and groin against his chest, giving him complete access to her breasts.
“Fuck… Zeus…” Yas shuddered as he sucked and nipped, taking his sweet time.
Pleasuring her.
Worshiping her.
Loving her.
With his hands, with his mouth, with his body.
Yas whimpered as he slowly pressed her back, moving his hands up her back to help cradle her into position. Making sure she didn’t jostle her upper body or her shoulder, while still letting him get her right where he wanted her—on her back, on the bed, with her bottom right at the edge.
Undoing the front of her slacks, he helped lift her to slide them off her legs, arranging her legs to drape over his shoulders. The sweet scent of her pussy filled his nose as he leaned in and swiped his tongue up her center, making her moan again as her hips lifted in response.
She tasted better than anything he could have possibly cooked for dinner.
Yasmine
Pleasure rippled through her as Zeus’ mouth went to work on her pussy, leaving her moaning and writhing for him.
There was no pain in her shoulder to compete with the sensations he was creating.
She ran her fingers over the top of his head as she arched, pressing her pussy more firmly against his mouth and tongue.
Her clit throbbed as he sucked it between his lips, making her whimper, her heels digging into the backs of his shoulders as ripples of ecstasy flowed through her.
“Oh, fuck… Zeus… fuck!” Her head whipped back and forth as her pleasure crescendoed, rising higher and higher with every sucking pull of his mouth. She cried out wordlessly, letting the erotic bliss take her.
A moment later, he shifted.
He was on top of her, his mouth covering hers, drinking in her cry, and his cock was sliding into her. It felt different somehow. Her legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him in deeper as he bent over her, hands flat on either side of her body. Caging her in beneath him.
The hard thrust of his hips pushed his groin against her swollen clit, sending rapture sizzling along her synapses. Yasmine reached up to wrap her arms around his neck, feeling only the tiniest twinge in her shoulder.
He thrust, firm and slow, taking his time with dragging strokes that sent her spiraling along a wave of ecstasy that grew and grew. Digging her nails into his shoulders, she clamped down around him, her muscles tightening and releasing as fireworks burst through her.
Feeling his final surge, the hardness of his cock going so deep, then the burst of warmth inside her… Yasmine finally realized what felt so different. Because it was.
He’d left off the condom.
Collapsing on top of her, purposefully landing on her uninjured side, Zeus turned his head, brushing his lips along her cheek. Yasmine turned her head to face him.
“I really love you,” she whispered.
His answering smile was glorious.
“I love you, too, princess.”
There was no proof that the curse was broken, never to return… but Yasmine didn’t need proof. She felt it in her heart.