Chapter 6 #2
“Jessica,” he said my name like a whispered prayer on his lips. He sounded reverent and desperate all at once.
“Don’t stop,” I moaned. “Please don’t stop.”
“I have no intention of stopping.”
His mouth moved lower, kissing a path down my stomach, bulges and all, and when he hooked his fingers in my underwear, he looked up at me with a question in those golden eyes, and I nodded.
“Yes. Please, yes.”
He pulled the fabric down and away, and I was bare before him, completely exposed. For a moment, self-consciousness threatened to overwhelm my desire; after all, my body wasn’t what it had been, but then I saw the way he was looking at me.
Anubis stared at me like I were sacred and deserving of worship. Like I was everything to him at that moment. “You’re staring,” I said, my voice shaky.
“I am appreciating.”
“There’s a difference?”
“Considerable.” He pressed a kiss to my inner thigh, and I felt the contact everywhere. Fire raced through my body. “May I taste you?”
The question, so formal and old-fashioned, should have been ridiculous. Instead, it was the hottest thing anyone had ever said to me.
“Yes,” I breathed.
The first gentle touch of his mouth against my core made me cry out. The second made my back arch off the bed. By the third, I’d given up on being quiet, on maintaining any sort of dignity, and just surrendered to the sensation of his tongue against my wet heat.
He was thorough and attentive, learning what made me gasp and what made me moan. Anubis never let up, licking and sucking, making me writhe under his masterful tongue. His hands gripped my thighs, holding me open, and when he slid a finger, then two inside me, I felt an orgasm building like a wave.
“Anubis…I’m… oh my, I’m going to…” I trailed off.
“Then let go. Don’t hold it back,” he said against my skin. “Let go, Jessica.”
I shattered.
The orgasm crashed through me with enough force to make my vision white out, pleasure rolling through my body in waves. I was dimly aware of making noise, of my hands fisting in his hair, of the way he worked me through it with devastating patience.
When I finally came back to myself, I was trembling, boneless, thoroughly undone. “Holy shit,” I said to the ceiling.
Anubis crawled back up my body, and I could see the satisfaction in his expression. “I take it that was acceptable?”
“Acceptable? That was,” I pulled him down for a kiss, tasting myself on his lips. “That was incredible. You’re incredible.”
“I am pleased you think so.”
I could feel him against my thigh, hard and wanting, still clothed from the waist down. I reached for his belt. “Your turn.”
“You don’t have to.”
“I want to.” I got the belt open and worked on the button of his pants. “Believe me, I very much want to.”
He helped me push the pants down, and then he was as bare as I was, and he took my breath away.
“So,” I said, running my hand along his length and watching his eyes flutter closed. “No tentacles, but this is impressive.”
“Is that a compliment?”
“Definitely a compliment.”
I stroked him with my mouth and my hand, learning what made him groan, what made his hips jerk forward into my touch. It was intoxicating, having this kind of power over someone so powerful, watching a god come undone beneath my hands. He tasted divine.
“Jessica,” he said, his voice strained. “If you keep doing that, this will end embarrassingly quickly.”
“Would that be so bad?”
“I would prefer to be inside you when it happens.”
Heat flooded through me at the words, at the raw need in his voice. “Then be inside me.”
He reached for his discarded pants, fumbling in the pockets. “I should… protection. I should have something.”
“I’m on birth control,” I said. “And I’m assuming gods don’t get sexually transmitted diseases?”
“No, but…”
“And I haven’t been with anyone in over three years. Vinny stopped making love to me long before we got divorced. I’ve got a clean bill of health.” I pulled him back down to me. “Unless you have concerns?”
“I cannot father children,” he mumbled. “Not in this form, anyway; not with mortals. And disease. No. Not a concern.”
“Then we’re good.” I wrapped my legs around his hips. “I want to feel you. All of you. Nothing between us.”
He groaned, positioning himself at my entrance, the tip of his cock teasing my weeping core. “Are you certain?”
“I’ve never been more certain of anything.”
He pushed inside slowly, giving me time to adjust. His stretching me was almost too much, almost painful, but then he fully seated himself, and I felt complete in a way I hadn’t in years.
“Okay?” he asked, his arms trembling with the effort of holding still.
“Perfect. You feel perfect.”
He started to move, slow and deep, each thrust deliberate. I met him stroke for stroke, my nails digging into his shoulders, and felt the pleasure building again already.
“Faster,” I said. “Please, I need...”
He understood. His pace increased, harder now, and the sound of our bodies slapping as we came together filled the room. I was close to orgasm again; the sensation coiling tighter and tighter in my core.
“Touch yourself,” he said, his voice rough. “I want to feel you come around me.”
I slid my hand between us, finding the bundle of nerves that was already swollen and sensitive. The combination of him inside me and my fingers working was almost too much.
“That’s it,” he encouraged, his rhythm faltering. “Jessica, I’m,” he panted. “I can’t hold back.”
“Come with me,” I said. “Please, I want to feel it.”
Two more thrusts and my finger’s pressure and I was gone, the orgasm ripping through me even harder than the first. I felt him follow, his whole body going rigid as he spilled inside me, my name on his lips like a benediction.
We collapsed together, a tangle of sweaty limbs and racing hearts. He rolled to the side, pulling me with him so he tucked me against his chest. For a long moment we just breathed.
“Wow,” I said, when I could form words again. “That happened.”
“It did.”
“Any regrets?” I asked, kicking myself as soon as the words passed my lips. Like a god would tell you that you were inadequate.
“None.” He pressed a kiss to my forehead. “You?”
“Not even a little bit.” I traced patterns on his chest, satisfaction blanketing my body. “Though I should probably tell you, I’ll be useless tomorrow. My legs feel like jelly.”
“We have time. We can rest when necessary.”
“Yep. We have time,” I repeated, the reality of it settling over me. I would appreciate the time we had before I went back to my uncertain future. But that was a problem for future Jessica.
Right now, I was exactly where I wanted to be. “So you want me to show you modern Egypt,” I said, my voice heavy with sleep. “That’s what you want?”
“Among other things.” His hand stroked my back in long, soothing motions. “But yes. I want to see the world you live in. Experience what I have missed.”
“I can do that.” I yawned, exhaustion catching up with me. “Tomorrow. We’ll start tomorrow. I’ll show you everything.”
“Everything?”
“Everything.”
I felt him smile against my hair. “I look forward to it.”
I drifted off in his arms, more content than I’d been in years, and my last conscious thought was that maybe this spectacular midlife crisis was the best decision I’d ever made.