Total pages in book: 169
Estimated words: 161535 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 808(@200wpm)___ 646(@250wpm)___ 538(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 161535 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 808(@200wpm)___ 646(@250wpm)___ 538(@300wpm)
I’m just about to bury my head on the planes of his stomach when he says that. I look up, frowning at him. “No, you shouldn’t. I want you to be happy.”
“I am happy when I’m with you.”
Says a man who’s about to have a woman put her mouth all over him. I’m sure it’s a slanted statement, but at the same time, it melts my heart. I lean back in and kiss his stomach, then tongue a circle around his navel. “I’m about to make you even happier.”
“Please do. I will happily subject myself to your sunshine if that tongue of yours is involved.”
“My tongue is the guest of honor at this party.” I kiss the pale trail of hairs that descend into his pants. I need to unwrap him like a present. I tug on the embroidered cord used to hold his pants up and loosen them until I can pull them down and free his cock from its confines.
“I have no idea what you’re saying.”
“You’ll get the gist.”
His cock is exposed, and I let out a sigh of delight, because he really is beautiful. His dick is just…perfect. Even the veins on it look appealing, the crown of him sleek and flushed and elegant. A bead of wetness gleams on the tip, and my mouth waters just looking at it. “How have I gone this long without touching you?”
“Because I’m constantly distracting you by putting your thighs against my ears?” he pants, lifting his head to watch me as I hover over his cock.
Well, that’ll do it. I frame his cock with my hands flat on his pelvis, like I’m an artist looking for the perfect angle to paint. Even his balls are attractive, and that’s a phrase I’ve never thought before. They’re just plump and full and naked, as flushed as the head of his cock. “No body hair here?”
“Would you like some? I’m sure I can figure something out.”
“No, I like you as you are.” I run a fingernail lightly along his foreskin, then gently tug it back to reveal one vein that winds its way up his shaft. I’m fascinated when he shudders with arousal. “You don’t need to change anything to please me.”
“I’d be less apathetic if I could.”
His quiet statement breaks my heart all over again. We both know he can’t help it. That it’s the burden he just happened to be saddled with this time around as his particular punishment. As much as it frustrates me at times, I know he can’t help it, and I know it bothers him even more than it bothers me. “If you weren’t Apathy, we’d have never met,” I remind him. “So don’t apologize for that. I’m not going to wish for what might have been. I’m here with you now, and that’s all that matters.”
I gently grip the base of his cock and lavish kisses on the side of his shaft, mouthing it with tenderness. I’m tired of regrets and what-ifs. If this is all we get, then I’m going to love every moment of it with him. I went into this deal with my eyes open. I knew what I was getting into.
Love was never in the plan, but that doesn’t mean I regret a single bit of this.
Kalos’s breath hitches when my tongue touches the tip of his cock. He’s perfect, and I love the taste of him on my lips. I whisper his name repeatedly between sips, drinking in his flavor, his warmth, his essence. When I take him fully into my mouth, I groan nearly as loud as he does. He’s big, but not so big that I can’t take him on my tongue and suck on him. Thick, but not so thick that I can’t hollow my cheeks and suck him harder.
His hand tangles in my hair and he lets out a ragged sound. “You’re perfect, Elsie. I’m so lucky to have you. You’re the only thing that’s made this bearable, all this time. If I could stay here with you for all eternity, I would, just because it means I’m with you.”
I pop him out of my mouth and give him a flicking caress with my tongue. “You don’t want to be stuck as Apathy.”
“Don’t I? Does it matter if the god of disease is a go-getter? Can’t I just be content?” His fingers trail over my face, tracing it with such devotion that my heart aches all over again. “Can’t I just be with you?”
He’s killing me with his words, and I feel more guilty than ever before, because this thing between us will never last. We aren’t meant to be together in any way at all, and I’m painfully aware of it. But we’re together now, and I plan to enjoy it. I give him a little smile and take the head of him deep into my mouth again, sucking hard.