I commit this view of Apollo’s bare, elegant, lightly muscled back, the perfectly rounded bare ass to memory. The thin string of her thong is the only break in the expanse of honey-colored, smooth skin on display in front of me.

My lungs seize, my mouth waters, and my heart lurches to a screeching halt before throttling back to life with a deep-throated roar that sends blood rushing to my cock. She’s been completely naked under her dress this entire time.

And then she turns around. The sun streaming through the airplane windows bathes her in a warm, hazy light that makes her look like she has a full body halo.

She’s even more breathtaking than I remembered. Her small breasts with those small dark honey nipples are still pierced with the tiny arrows.

My fingers itch to touch them. My tongue longs to flick the arrow. My lips ache to kiss the tip before closing over the small peak. I close my eyes, but I can’t stop the rush of blood that surges in my cock.

It’s been a long time since I’ve been aroused by a woman’s nudity and not felt any shame. This is the woman I love. I may have been with other women, but I’ve never wanted to give myself to anyone but her.

My eyes move down the rest of her body. She’s got a tattoo on the side of her ribs. In scrawling script, it reads The Star is my Universe. And I am his. I stare at words.

Fuck me.

I surge to my feet just as she’s turning around. I cup the back of her neck and kiss her. She opens for me, and the taste of her sweet mouth and the slide of her warm tongue against mine are like fuel on my already raging lust. Her hands grip my shoulders, and she whimpers into my mouth. I break our kiss, bend slightly, hook an arm under her knees and walk her through the door on the right to the bedroom.

“This first time, I want to lay you down on a bed and make love to you. But after this, I’m going to fuck you wherever and whenever I want.”

“As long as you start right now, you can,” she says and cups the back of my neck and kisses me.

I kick the door of the bedroom open and lay her on the bed and start to strip off my clothes. I pause to look at her right when I’m down to my briefs.

Her eyes scan my face, my neck, shoulders, and chest, down my stomach. When she gets to my hips, her eyes widen, and she bites her bottom lip. Her eyes, when they slide back to mine, are hooded—desire turning them into pools of melted dark chocolate. She lifts herself up on her elbows, cups her breasts and pinches her plump, rigid nipples, and moans.

Her head falls back, and her chest juts forward. I lean over her and take one nipple between my teeth and circle it with my tongue before I pull it into my mouth and suckle her. Her skin tastes like salt and sweet, and I feel so fucking greedy for her. I want to devour every single inch of her. I skim my fingers down her stomach and tease the lace edge of her panties.

Her lids flutter, and she whispers, “Please, touch me.”

“Your wish is my command,” I murmur and slide my hand over the mound of her pussy. I reach her wet lips, and she hisses when my fingers, slick with her wetness, slip right past her clit. She groans and tilts her hips, and I slip my hand farther down until my first two fingers find the entrance to her pussy. I gasp and try to savor this moment. This intimacy is something I didn’t know existed in sex. There has been a part of me that was afraid that I might be defective because I’d never been with anyone who made me feel more than just physical pleasure. Until now. With Apollo, just like everything else, it feels as natural as breathing. My body wants to do this. There is no guilt, no shame, no resentment. Just need, desire, and us.

Her pussy is so soft, so tight, so fucking hot. Her eyes widen, and her mouth falls open when I thrust two fingers as deep as they can go. I turn them and feel until I find what I’m looking for.

She mewls when I start to stroke the bundle of nerves. I circle the hood of her clit with my thumb, and she grabs my wrist, pressing my hand to her and whimpers.

“You love this?” I ask when I pull my mouth away from her nipple. I add a third finger inside her, and she moans and flings her hands over my shoulders.

“Yes,” she gasps and nods jerkily.

“Oh, good, because I may never stop.” I capture her other nipple in my mouth. My cock aches with the need to be inside of that sweet pussy.

“I want to see you,” I tell her before I give her panties a swift yank and tear them off. I push her flat on her back, and her legs fall open. I lay down in the cradle of her hips. My cock is fully erect and its head, dark and taut with the need to be touched, pokes out of the top of my briefs. I slide it in between her slick lips and coat myself with her. I hover over her, my arms propped on either side of her head. Her hair is a tumble of black that frames her head like a crown. How fitting. Her full, kiss-bruised lips are smiling, her dark midnight eyes glitter. She steals my breath.

Her hand comes up to stroke my face.

“You shaved,” she whispers, her fingers trailing down my jaw and then back up.

“I did.”

“I love seeing your entire face, Grahamstar. You should keep it like this.”

“Whatever you want,” I agree. I shudder when her fingers slide into my hair.

She smiles, her eyes taking on a sly glint before she lifts her head off the pillow and brings her face toward mine.

“Whatever I want?” she asks when our lips are close enough to touch. I pull back and look her in the eyes so she can see the truth of my statement.

“Anything,” I say solemnly.

“I’ll hold you to that,” she says just as solemnly. My heart lodges in my throat at the expression in her eyes. For a minute, I think she already knows.

Then, she rolls her hips and my cock slides through her wetness, coaxing me to slip inside of her.

I look down at her body spread beneath me. Offering herself to me. My hungry eyes roam over her, and my hand slides up her stomach. I trace a circle around her already peaked and rigid nipple. I give the tipped end of the piercing a tiny flick, and Apollo hums deep in her throat.

“Why arrows?” I ask and flick the other one.

“It’s my tribute to Cupid and the irresistible, unparalleled power of love.” She smiles and shrugs her shoulders.

“You’re such a romantic,” I tease her. I hop off the bed and pull my underwear off, and my cock slaps my stomach and bobs in front of me, pointing straight at Apollo.

“Oh, God.” She sits up on her elbows. “Your cock is glorious.” She looks me up and down.

“It’ll be even more glorious when it’s inside of you.”

She laughs, and my chest swells with pride. I’m the reason for that happy sound. I thought I’d never hear it again. I’m fucking lucky to have a second chance to make things right.

I start toward the bed, cup my balls and stroke myself while she watches me with intense interest. “Lie back,” I order gently, and she stops laughing.

“Your wish is my command,” she mimics me before she settles herself on the bed and spreads her knees.

“Your pussy is so beautiful.” I stand at the edge of the bed and gaze down at her. I drop to my knees, wrap my hands around her hips and pull her pussy to my face.

“Hold yourself open … show me that sweet little clit,” I say in a guttural voice clogged by need and excitement.

She runs her hands down her body, her gold fingernails slip between her legs and disappear between her glistening, mouthwatering pussy and pull her lips apart. “Fuck, baby, can I put my mouth on you?” I lean in and wait for her to respond.

“Please, yes.”

I don’t miss a beat. I press the flat of my tongue against her and have my very first taste of Apollo. Her back arches off the bed and her hands dive into my hair. I run my hands up the smooth skin of her legs, grasp her ankles and place them on my shoulders. I take my time. I’ve never done this before, and I want to make her feel good. I slip my fingers inside her and lick, nibble, fuck her with my tongue and suck her clit gently. Her thighs trap my head, and she starts to pant. I bring my free hand up to caress her breasts. I pinch her nipples, hard. Her soft, tight cunt trembles around my fingers and I suck harder.

“Oh my God, Graham. Yes, that’s it.” Her voice is clogged with tension, pleasure. “Suck my clit… oh God. Yes, that is so fucking—” Her words disappear into a shout, and she knifes up. I hold her in place, pulling her back when she tries to move away. I can’t get enough.

Apollo’s pussy is my new favorite flavor. I want to eat it every day for the rest of my life.

I slide up, and her legs wrap around my waist and her hands link around my neck, and she pulls my mouth down to her and kisses me so deeply that I feel it all the way to my toes. If I could live my life attached to her like this, I would.

I drink from her like she’s a river and I’m dying of thirst. I let my hips drop onto hers, and my cock nestles into the sweet, warm wet slit. I nudge her sensitive clit and grin when she gasps and bites my shoulder.

My lips leave hers, reluctantly, but in search of more of her to devour.

“Graham, I’m dying. Please.” She pants into my throat and writhes beneath me.

“I can’t get enough you.” I lean down and pluck her nipple with my teeth and swirl my tongue along the tip.

Her moans are my new favorite song. I want to hear it on repeat.

I pull her entire nipple into my mouth and suckle until her moans turn to sobs, and her cries turn to wails. My cock is slick with her desire, and I groan at how perfect and wet she feels. I can’t wait to be inside her.

I reach over to my bedside table and pull out a condom. Her hand covers mine, and I look back at her face.

“What’s wrong?” I ask when I see her eyes glued to the drawer that stocked full of condom boxes. I close my eyes and stifle my groan. What must she think?

“Apollo, I’ve never fucked anyone here—” She presses a finger to my lips.

“Have you ever had sex without one of those?”

I shake my head and curse my stupid reputation. “No, never. I promise.”

She leans up and kisses me quickly. “Me neither, and I’m on birth control,” she whispers against my mouth.

She lies back down. “I want to know what you feel like. I don’t want or need anything between us, not ever again,” she says earnestly.

My entire heart beats for this woman. She has given me everything. She is everything.

“I am so in love with you,” I tell her. I’ll never forget the mixture of awe, happiness, and victory that spreads across her face.

“Well, it’s about fucking time, Graham,” she says. She slips her hand between us and wraps it around my cock. I’m desperate to get inside of her. Desperate to make her mine in every way that she can be. She puts my cock at her entrance, and I feel the soft resistance of her tight cunt.

She cups my face as I start to inch into her slowly. It’s the sweetest agony.

“Oh, Apollo. Sweet Jesus. I … want ... take my time.” I can’t finish a sentence and the struggle to ease into her makes my arms tremble.

“I need you to not take your time,” she says sternly and pulls my head down to whisper in my ear, “I need you to fuck me,” right before she kisses me.

Her words and her kiss lay waste to my control. My hips surge forward, and I bury myself as deep inside of her as I can.

I feel a shift inside of me. A binding has been cut, a restraint loosened. I can’t fucking believe it. Holy fucking God, I’m inside Apollo.

She feels so right.

So good.

I want to fuck her forever.

“Oh, baby … yes. God, please never stop,” she moans.

I’m not tender with her. I fuck her with the reckless abandon of a zealot who has finally found his salvation.

Her body is a temple; her love is my religion. I want to worship here forever. She comes with my name on her lips and tears spill from the corners of her eyes.

I lean down and kiss the salty trail as it slides over her cheek, and the tight grip of pulsing pussy around my cock makes me lose the rhythm of my thrusts, and I feel a shot of electricity up my spine. “Come here,” I growl.

She gasps in surprise as I pull out of her, hook her knees over my shoulders, then I drive back into her wet, greedy pussy with one thrust that makes us both moan. “You feel so good, Apollo. I didn’t know …” I’m so deep inside her, my balls slap her ass with each thrust, but it doesn’t feel like enough. I wish I could slow down and make this last forever, but I can’t. Not when her eyes plead with me not to stop.

“Graham, I love you, so much …” she cries out and my heart trips. The last thread on my restraint snaps and my orgasm rushes through my body. It surges from the soles of my feet and up through my cock, and I let out a roar of pleasure that has been years in the making.

Relief like I’ve never known courses through me as the thick spurts of cum leave my body. This woman, her body, her love, us … all of it shatters everyone and everything that came before it. And I wish like fuck that I was planting something in her womb that would make this moment live forever.

“I love you, too,” I pant as I collapse on her. I lie there trying to catch my breath and still my racing heart. She wraps her arms around me and pulls me in to an embrace.

We’re sweaty and sated as we lie together, limbs entwined, and I feel like I’ve been born again.