Chapter 3:-
His swirling silver eyes darkened as he searched for the hem of her vest-top. He grasped and tugged it over her head revealing her breasts to his eyes for the very first time. Barely a handful, and tipped by dark, hard nipples that begged to be tasted.
Dipping, he enveloped one in his hot mouth, sucking and pulling against his tongue. She tasted even better than he had imagined.
"Oh my God," Amy sighed, burying her hands in Ash's soft hair and pushing him harder against her breast. His teeth grazed her flesh and made her gasp. "That feels so good, Ash. So good."
Ash smiled at her as he moved across to her other breast, teasing the already tender nipple with his tongue, blowing cold air across it and watching it tighten even more. As every sigh and gasp left her lips, it fed him, making him want to please her more, give her what she had begged for for so long now.
His hand moved down her taut stomach and dipped below the waistband of her shorts to find her naked beneath them. He wasn't surprised. She had worn the outfit to deliberately tease him, and seduce him. It had worked.
His fingertips found the damp triangle of curls between her thighs and worked their way lower until he found the source of her heat. Her lips parted easily, already wet and waiting for him.
Liquid fire pooled low in her body as Ash's fingers teased the hard, sensitive nub, igniting her further if that were possible. She felt him dip into her pussy and rub her own juices across her clit with his finger. A lusty sigh fell from between her lips as he circled and massaged it, driving her to writhe against him.
Her knees felt shaky as he slid a finger back inside to stroke her core. Never missing a beat stroking her clit and pussy, he slipped another digit inside her and held her back against the wall as she rode his hand. Her soft breath fell in short, sharp pants against his shoulder. Pleasuring a woman for his own benefit hadn't been something Ash had wanted to for a very long time, but as he watched the beginnings of Amy's orgasm he felt a flush of pride that it was he making her come.
Amy's hands roamed over the contours of Ash's back, tracing the lines and planes of his muscles. Grazing her fingernails lightly across his smooth skin as he bit her nipple harder, stroked her core harder. Her hips were undulating beneath him of their own accord, rubbing herself against his palm. Needing. Wanting.
Her orgasm seemed to begin in her pussy and radiate out to every part of her body. She collapsed against Ash, completely breathless. Her body pulsed and shook from the sheer intensity of passion. "Oh. My. Good. God," she managed to pant.
A smile of satisfaction spread across Ash's face, matching the one Amy wore.
Moving away from Amy took a great deal of force, but he needed to be rid of his pants, needed to rid her of those damned shorts. His body hadn't ached this much for as long as he could remember. He felt as though flames replaced the blood in his veins. It had been centuries since any woman had affected him this way, and he was damned sure he wasn't going to take Amy up against the wall, even though he wanted to be inside her this instant.
Sweat glistened on their bodies as the heat between them intensified. Ash gathered Amy in his arms and she wrapped her legs around his narrow hips. Her hands tunneled into his hair as she kissed him, forcing her tongue into his mouth. Her wet center met his hard cock and he groaned, closing his eyes and forcing himself not to fuck her against the wall.
It didn't help that she rolled her pussy against him, rubbing her slit along the length of his shaft, sighing wantonly in his ear. All it would take is a little maneuvering and he would slide easily into her. Forcing himself to move, he carried Amy to the bed but couldn't work out how to lower her down without letting her go. He couldn't bear the thought of releasing her even for one second to lay her on the bed.
Taking the onus off him, Amy wriggled her hips until the large plum-shaped head slipped between her satiny lips and into her tight, wet core. She gasped at the sublime invasion. Closing her eyes, she let her head drop backwards so she could concentrate on the feelings as he slowly filled her with his thick cock.
She was only vaguely aware of Ash maneuvering them onto the bed, taking the weight of them both onto his knees until he could lay her back with them still joined together. Widening her hips, he settled between them and thrust himself deeply inside her until he was buried balls-deep.
"You're so damned tight, Amy," he half growled and half whispered in her ear. "And so wet. For me." He said it as more of a surprise than a statement. It was still hard for him to understand how any woman could want him. Especially after the way Artemis made him feel during his enforced stays with her.
"I've wanted this forever, Ash. Don't stop now," she begged, arching her hips back from his, forcing him to start thrusting in and out of her pussy with hard, deep stabs.
With her small hands wrapped around his biceps, and her fingernails biting into his skin with a delicious pain, Ash was in real danger of losing control of his body. It had been so long since he'd had sex that he actually wanted to be a part of, or been with anyone he cared about that emotions were running wild throughout his entire body.
"I don't think I'm going to survive this," he whispered, driving himself into her pussy hard. But even worse than that, he knew he was going to pay for this big-time. Artemis would blow a gasket over this. Right now though, he didn't care.
"Me either," she whispered back. At that moment, Amy wasn't sure she wanted to survive as yet another orgasm threatened to spill from her. She felt the rush of liquid heat gather in her pussy. Thrust after thrust. A shiver ran down her spine. Her fingers dug into his arm. Her hips bucked up to his. Grinding. Rubbing. Her clit so sensitive, trembling.
Ash was as close to being in paradise as he ever had been. He could feel every tightening of her pussy, a velvet fist around his cock. Clenching. Pulling. His balls ached, tightened, threatened to spill. Thrusting harder, deeper, wanting more, giving more. He heard a groan, a deep pitted growl that he knew was his. Thrust again. His shaft slid forcefully, nudging her womb.
They came together. His bellow ate her scream. Her pussy milked his throbbing cock, holding him inside her. His balls emptied into her tight core, filling and flooding her. They both collapsed, completely satiated. Breathless. Exhausted.
"That was…" she sighed.
"Yeah, it was…" Ash agreed.
He rolled over, taking her with him, holding her tightly with their bodies still joined. His cock was still hard inside her and showed no signs of deflating any time soon. A wicked grin spread across his face as he considered his options. The night was still young…
On Mount Olympus, Artemis screamed.
Her handmaidens ran from the room, scared, terrified that she would take her anger out on them as she had done so before.
Artemis was furious. Hatred flew out of her like spears of electricity. One of the handmaiden's hadn't run fast enough and she instantly vaporized. It didn't appease Artemis for a second. Acheron was going to pay for his betrayal. He was going to die for this…