AKIRA'S POV
Ares was indeed up for any challenge I brought his way. After effectively shutting me up with his lips, we kissed for seconds which turned into minutes and hours.
We stood, with me backed against the shelf and his hands roaming around my body, gripping every part of my flesh he could put his hands on. I was sure my ass cheeks were red with the bruising grip he had on them.
After kissing me breathless. And content. He took me to his ensuite bathroom and undressed me. His hands dragged my petite frame, sensually, slowly peeling every piece of linen out of my body.
My heart thudded and my core quivered throughout the entire time.
We were standing in the middle of his huge bathroom now. His hands found themselves on my bare waist as he stared into my green eyes and I stared into his steely grey ones.
"What now?" I whispered. I wasn't the outspoken girl I was in the study. I was finally starting to grasp the fact that this was in fact real.
He didn't answer. Instead, his actions showed me what his mouth was unable to speak. He carried me – bridal style and all– into the tub, his very beautiful tub might I add and washed me. Ares used his washcloth on me. Wiping every corner and removing every dirt on my body.
His hands fondled my breast, and his fingers pinched my sore nipples till they were red and raw and swollen. My neck tingled when he breathed down my neck. My heart stuttered and I gripped the edge of the tub painfully.
My nipples hurt badly and the sensation of the bubbly water only heightened my pleasure. I wanted to grab his hands and push them on my breasts. I wanted to pull his head down and make him suck on my aching nipples. I wanted to feel his tongue on them, feel his teeth bite painfully into her nipples. It was going to hurt but it was going to hurt so good.
But I didn't. I didn't want to make him do things. I wanted – no, needed– him to do those things of his own will.
My breasts rose and fell above the waters and sweat coated my forehead as he used the washcloth to clean my breasts.
Even as his hand dropped down, through my stomach to my navel and then down to the top of my mound. He didn't pause, he didn't even look at my face as he pressed the towel into my cunt.
Even when I hissed out in pleasure as he wiped the cloth around. It wasn't supposed to be sexual, it was supposed to be an innocent wash. But my dirty mind refused to think so.
My traitorous body, pumped with energy, rose to meet his hand. He only smirked and pressed harder on my swollen clit. My breathing was harsher now. My movements were frantic as my hips tried to chase the pressure on it. Desperate for the slice of euphoria only he could provide.
But the bastard – the damn bastard– removed his hand. After a few beats, he swiped the cloth on my cunt again. From my clit to my opening. But he didn't go further.
"Ares..." I moaned out, raising my hips but he clamped a hand down on my thigh. His eyes were shining with mirth. He thought this was funny.
I groaned and tilted my head back. "This is torture."
"I know." He dared to groan. As if he was the one in pain.
I rolled my eyes. After dutifully washing me– and intentionally avoiding the places where I needed his hands the most– he carried me into his shower stall.
Where he kissed the living daylights out of me. Before getting on his knees– expensive pants and all– and eating the hell out of me.
Ares ate me out like a starving man. He licked and sucked my clit so hard my knees bucked and I saw stars. But when he shoved his tongue deep inside me? I died.
Then he continuously kept thrusting his tongue into my entrance, massaging me so hard I felt like I could literally reach for the stars. His fingers joined the team and his thumb rubbed quick circles on my engorged clit.
I could smell myself in the shower stall. I could smell my arousal.
"Fuck." Ares groaned. His hands on my ass cheeks clenched them tightly. One of my legs was raised and placed on his shoulders as I ground myself on his face. "Yeah, that's it. Ride my face, you filthy girl."
Ares was a dirty talker. His words alone could bring me to an orgasm.
And with the way I was bucking and moaning like a whore above him? I was definitely getting there.
His tongue alternated between light circles to sharp figure eights, flicking, thrusting and massaging my walls until my thighs start quaking.
I felt the tingles, they started from my toes moving to my thighs and they found themselves in my stomach. Which clenched tightly as my whole body seized and as my thighs trapped his head between them.
"Oh shit." I moaned, my palm was over my mouth even if I knew nobody could hear us.
"Look at me," Ares commanded against my clit. He slid his hands down until his fingers found my sopping entrance. We both hissed when he drove two fingers inside me. Curling, thrusting and massaging my walls. Until my back bowed and the muscles in my feet began aching. "You only set those pretty green eyes on me when you're about to come on my tongue, doll. Eyes on me and my name should be the only thing coming out of those pretty lips."
I cried out when he suddenly added a third finger. How I was wet enough to accommodate three fingers was another mystery to me. But I could feel every pulse in my body, every pump of my blood and throb in my veins.
And finally, I released all over his face. I gripped his head to keep him in place as waves after waves crashed into me and I rode myself into an orgasm. On his face.
"Fuck. You're such a little whore, aren't you?" He asked as his fingers slip from my hole with a pop.
I quickly bring them to my lips. They parted when he shoved them down my throat. I struggled with my gag reflex when he shoved them further, harder. Three thick fingers in my little. Brutally thrusting in and out like I knew his cock would. And I licked them clean. I licked every single drop of my cum from his fingers.
"Only for you." I was breathless. Still reeling from one of his marvellous orgasms to the sudden abuse of my poor throat.
"You got that right." A cruel smile. "Only for me. Never for anyone else. I swear I'll end the life of any man who even breathes near you if I need to."
He then smacked my ass cheek. And I yelped. "What was that for?"
Ares only shrugged.
"I want you to take me out on a date." I suddenly stated. A reply to his earlier question. "Make it up to me by taking me out on a date." I clarified. "I'm a huge romantic, Ares. I love going on dates, picnics, I love all that cheesy stuff."
"Well, go dress up." He instantly responded.
My eyebrows formed a deep v. "Dress up? With what?" I shot him a look. "I don't know if you haven't realised but I have no clothes. So –"
"Well, you do now." He ran his knuckles over my cheeks. He seemed to like doing that. A lot. "Now, go."