Chapter 22
Charlotte
Our kiss starts out tentative and searching, like trying to find the rhythm with a new dance partner. His tongue starts to push at the seam of my lips. When I open for him readily, he growls and invades my mouth while pulling me towards him in a bruising kiss.
I need to feel him, all of him. I reach up and push my fingers through his long, camel-colored hair. When I get to the roots I give a hard pull while sliding my tongue deep into this mouth.
He nips at my bottom lip and with panting breaths says, “I knew you had a fun side in that book brain of yours.”
I grin while giving him another bruising kiss. When I come up for air, I reply, “I’ve been wanting to kiss you since I ran into you at Trinity College.”
He kisses me again and pulls me into his lap with my legs straddling his torso. “Just kiss me, you say?”
I know he’s giving me an out. We can continue this makeout session and that will be that. Or I can act on the hard length that I feel underneath me. “Even if tonight is all we get, I want all of you, Horus, or at least as much as youre willing to give me.”
“Everything,” he murmurs as he kisses me again. “You can have my everything.”
I start pulling the bottom of his shirt up. We break apart so that he can help me get it over his head. I look down at his naked torso and blurt, “Holy muscles.” I use my hands to explore the plains of his defined pecs and ridges of his abs. Only a god could look this good.
He grins and asks, “Like what you see, sweetheart?”
My face and neck heat at the endearment. “I’ve always loved how you look, but its what’s here and here,” I murmur as I put one hand over his heart and one on the side of his head, “that made me fall for you.”
His eyes brighten and he pulls me in for another searing kiss, while he pulls on the bottom of my shirt. My hips start to rotate back and forth on his length as he pulls my shirt over my head and throws it somewhere over the back of the couch.
With blinding precision, he unclips the back of my bra and it goes sailing over the couch to join the other clothes. He grabs a breast in each hand and gives each a light squeeze. I don’t even try to hide the moan that comes out of my mouth.
“You like that, sweetheart?” he croons. “How about this?” He takes one nipple in his mouth and teases it with his talented tongue while rolling the other between his thumb and forefinger.
The feeling is euphoric. I’m mewling and panting while my rhythm increases in pace, desperate to satisfy the friction in the area I need most. I try to hurry this process along because he’s going to make me come before I even get to enjoy his other greatest asset.
My hands fumble to unbutton his pants. I feel him chuckle while his mouth is still sucking my breast. Before I can get the last button undone, he stands suddenly with my legs wrapped around his middle and hands around his neck. “We will get there, doe eyes, but first I want to lay you out on that bed and see how sweet you taste.”
He walks us into the bedroom and lays me carefully on the bed while giving me chaste kisses down my neck and collarbone. Once he has my sweatpants and underwear off, he stares down reverently at me. I’m not used to being exposed and gazed at like this, but before I can become too timid he says, “Gods, you are beautiful, Charlotte. More beautiful than a star-filled sky over the Nile.”
He kisses down my torso until he settles between my thighs. I try to tug on his arm to pull him back up because I want him inside me, now. Apparently, Horus is determined to draw this out because I feel him kissing down my thighs and getting closer to that spot that is aching and throbbing for attention.
He finally kisses right above my sweet spot. He looks up at me and grins before he goes down and licks my clit in a long tantalizing stroke. My hips try to raise at the feel of it, but he pins me down with his hand on my stomach.
“Hmmm, just as I thought,” he murmurs. “You taste divine, sweetheart. I could stay here all night and worship you.” He continues to stroke up and down my seam with his tongue, causing my body to spasm and my thighs to tighten in anticipation.
“Horus,” I gasp. “Please.” I don’t really know what I’m begging for but I just need more of him… of everything.
Finally, he starts to lick and suck on my entrance. My hips buck at the intrusion, but can’t go anywhere since I’m still pinned in place. My panting increases and I start moaning at the amazing sensation. If this is what it’s like to be worshiped, I could get used to this.
As he continues his assault, he uses his thumb to put pressure on my clit. The pressure starts to grow and grow until I explode and see stars from how hard I’m coming.
“Beautiful,” he murmurs while I’m coming down from my euphoric orgasm. “You are stunning, Charlotte. Now, let’s see if you can come with my name on your lips.”
He pulls away and starts to pull his pants down. Eventually, all that’s left is his underwear, which is not hiding much of the large length that is tenting the fabric. He slowly pulls them down to reveal his fully naked and sculpted body.
My eyes widen when I see his gloriously erect cock. I never thought of them as beautiful, but I could spend many creative hours worshiping his. “Like what you see, sweetheart?”
I nod because that one orgasm has robbed me of coherent speech.
He walks towards me and climbs on top to lay skin on skin. He gives me lazy kisses up my neck and jawline. He eventually pulls back to look me in the eyes. “Before we go any further, Charlotte, are you sure this is what you want?”
Silly god. If only he knows how much I’ve wanted this. I feel like I’m falling all over again at the fact that he is checking in and making sure that I’m okay with going further. I nod, but he gives me a look that says that’s not enough. “Yes, Horus. I want you. I need you. Please.”
At that, he gives me a bruising kiss and brings his hand down to my very sensitive and wet pussy. He strokes a finger down my seam. “Gods, you are so wet for me. I can’t wait to feel that tight pussy around my dick.”
He slowly inserts a finger into me while he puts his tongue down my throat. He starts off slowly with tongue and finger working in tandem. Then he adds a second finger, which causes me to start making incoherent mewling sounds.
“There’s those noises I love so much. You’re almost ready for me, sweetheart.”
The pressure is starting to build for another orgasm, but right as I’m panting and about over the edge he pulls his fingers out and I let out a frustrated groan.
He gives each of my nipples a sucking kiss before he lines himself up with my entrance. Slowly, he pushes his way in to allow me to adjust to his size. Back and forth until eventually he fills me to the hilt and I close my eyes at the overwhelmingly full sensation.
“Open your eyes for me, sweetheart. Let me see your face when I make you come.”
When I open my eyes, I see his adoring golden ones staring down at me like I am the only person in the world he cares about. Like I am precious and cared for.
Slowly he starts to move in and out, but before he starts to ramp up his rhythm he puts his arms around me and rolls us so that I’m now on top.
At first, I’m a bit shocked at the change in position. I’m not normally the girl that likes to be running the show.
“Show me how that beautiful body can move, sweetheart. Let me see you,” he croons.
I sit up so that he is spearing me at just the perfect angle and start to undulate back and forth.
“That’s it. Such a good girl for me.”
That’s all the encouragement I need before I start to pick up the pace and he starts pushing his hips up and down to match me. He grabs a breast in both hands to pinch and roll my nipples between his fingers. The sensation is so overwhelming that I’m coming again with his name screaming from my mouth.
Once I start to come back into awareness, he rolls us so that he’s back on top. “Such a good girl. I could hear my name on your lips for a century and never tire. Now, let’s see if you can do it one more time.”
He pushes my knees up to my chest which allows for very deep penetration every time he moves. He starts off slow but picks up to an almost punishing pace that is absolutely mind altering. I’ve never come so many times back to back, but it seems that Horus could get me to orgasm with just a look if he willed it.
Right as I’m nearing the edge he gives me a bruising kiss and says in between panting, “Come with me, Charlotte. Come with me.”
I’m making so many incoherent noises I don’t know half of what’s coming out of my mouth, but as I go over the edge I scream his name. Suddenly, his wings shoot out of his back and I feel his dick pulse and harden even more as he comes with my name on his lips.
As we both come down from our highs, we are giving each other sloppy kisses and whispering sweet endearments. I don’t think I’ve ever had such a transcendental sexual experience, and I am praying to whatever god that will listen that we can do that several more times before the night is through.
He gives me a kiss on the cheek and then rolls off me to pad into the bathroom. When he comes back, he has a wet washcloth and uses it to clean and freshen me up.
Once he’s satisfied, he throws the cloth on the floor and lays back on the bed and pulls me to his chest to cuddle. While he’s giving me lazy kisses, his wings encircle us in a warm golden cocoon.
“That was… incredible, Horus. Truly, that was absolutely magical.”
“I agree, Charlotte.” he gives me another kiss and then guides my head to his shoulder. “Now, let’s get some sleep. Tomorrow we can plan our next steps.”
I don’t know if he says anything else, because I fall asleep to his heartbeat in my ear, in the warmth of his golden wings’ embrace.