“I love you more,” I say to her, trying to get my mind off the insane idea of throwing her on my shoulder and taking her back to my office to fuck her.
“I love you louder,” she says, smiling and reaching for my head.
Our mouths get closer, and we kiss, our tongues exploring each other.
Sure, there’s people around us.
But I don’t mind. It was our love that saved this magazine. So the least it deserves is a kiss, right?
I’m glad you agree.
120
Ashley
Apollo is still wearing his suit when we hold hands and leave Blush and run out onto the street where he quickly hails us a cab.
Yeah, I know, the irony right? We’re getting in the cab together and I swear, where is his driver?
“You know for someone who has their own car and driver, you sure do seem to take cabs a lot or make do without,” I say as we wait for the yellow cab to pull over. “Now that we’ve met each other, maybe it’s time you get someone more professional, ya know?”
Apollo doesn’t really pay any attention to me.
Okay, well he pays attention, but it’s kinda like a little butterfly flying around an elephant.
Except this elephant is going to be fucking the butterfly, so….bad analogy.
Like I said, the suit is still on as we leave Blush but once we get out of the cab outside of his apartment at One57, we’re holding our clothes on together because our hands have been ALL over the place.
I’m lucky the cabbie was maybe getting a good show and didn’t say anything because I had my hands down Apollo’s pants, jerking him slowly. If he would have cum right there, I don’t care, I probably would have gone down and licked it all up, not worrying where exactly I was at.#p#分页标题#e#
We get into his apartment, and the suit coat comes off. Then the shirt gets unbuttoned.
I gasp as I look at his muscles. Yeah, that’s right. Gasp.
I mean, of course, I’m in awe at him all the same—it’s hard not to be, after all. I much prefer him naked, though. No matter how expensive and nicely tailored a suit can get, nothing can beat the rippled muscles underneath his shirt.
I fight against the urge to pinch myself. I know it isn’t a dream, but it all seems too perfect to be true. I have a job and my friends and both are secure for the time being. I was literally rescued by Apollo and I also now have a Prince Charming. I guess happy endings are indeed a real thing.
Apollo looks at me with an edge to his smile. He pushes me back gently and I lay back on the mattress, looking up at him with eagerness. Still grinning, he undoes his tie and takes it out of his collar, unrolling it without taking his eyes off of me.
He comes closer and sits on the edge of the bed, the tie in his hands. I immediately know what he wants, and something inside me pulses fiercely in anticipation. I extend my hands and he ropes the tie around them; he then makes me lift my arms and ties my hands to the bed’s overhead bar. I test his knot and try to break from it; there is no getting out, I’m his to do whatever he wants to. God, we haven’t even started properly and I’m already as wet as the Pacific.
Climbing on top of me, he kisses my forehead gently, then kisses the tip of my nose and my lips.
“I love you, Ashley,” he simply says, looking at me as if I’m the last woman on Earth.
“I love you too,” I whisper back. It’s such a simple thing to say, almost banal, but I still love the way these words feel in my mouth.
He runs his hands down my body, stopping on my hips I squirm slightly, knowing I’m his to do as he pleases. He unzips the back of my dress very slowly, the dark fabric of my thong already showing a wet patch. I sway my hips from side to side, almost begging for him to touch me there, but he doesn’t do it.
His hand goes to my cheek, caressing it, and he brushes his thumb over my lips. I open my mouth as he does it, and he places his thumb inside my mouth. I suck on it, just a tease of what I can do to him. He runs his fingers down my chin and straight to my cleavage, brushing his fingertips over the curve of my breasts and then continuing down to my stomach. There, he lifts my blouse and slides his hand underneath it, his warm touch against my skin making my throat dry with sweet anxiety. Instead of grabbing my breasts from under the straps of my dress, he takes his hands to my cleavage and, grabbing the fabric there, simply pulls on it and rips my dress apart. I wasn’t expecting it and I moan in surprise, my heart beating inside my chest like an old war drum. He takes his hands to my back and unhooks my bra, making it slide up my arms and pinning it against the overhead bar where the tie is knotted.
I arch my back, feeling my chest heave as if I want nothing more than to feel his touch on my breasts, his fingers grabbing at my nipples. But, again, he doesn’t do it. He stands there, looking at me and running his fingers down the side of my body as I’m going completely crazy. If his plan is to make my head burst in anticipation, it’s working.