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“More,” he growls, and assaults me with renewed fervor. “Give me another one.”

It’s not difficult to obey his command. A few more moments of his attention, and I’m rising to the edge, teetering on the cusp of orgasm. He adds a third finger inside me, curling and pressing just so, and suckles my clit between his teeth, and I smash over the edge, screaming through gritted teeth. My hips fly, grinding helplessly against his mouth, coming and coming—

A third climax crescendos through me hard on the heels of the second, and he takes no mercy even still, aggressively pursuing my pleasure until the orgasms have wrenched me into a shaking, gasping puddle of goo.

He can sense I’m done, and sits back on his heels, wiping his mouth with a satisfied grin, watching me regain my bearings and my wits.

I stare at him. “Wow. Holy shit.”

He just grins. “Now you shower.”

“But what about you?”

He shakes his head. “There’s time for that later. For now, you just take a long, hot shower.”

I accept his hand and let him tug me to my feet. Instead of letting him push me into the shower, however, I turn on him, wiping at his lips with a palm and then kissing him.

“Thank you, Apollo.”

He shakes his head. “Don’t thank me. I just want you to feel good. To know you’re loved. To know you’re taken care of. That you’re my priority.”

I plaster my body against his, wrapping my arms around his neck. “I do know that. And that’s what I’m thanking you for—foryou. For being brave enough to love me.”

He laughs. “Loving you isn’t bravery, Corinna, it’s selfishness. Letting you love me is selfish. Showing you that I love you…is selfish. Everything I could possibly do for you, to make you understand that I love you…is selfishness. Because everything I do for you, makes me feel good about myself. Even coming to the point that I couldtellyou I love you was simply coming to grips with what I already knew was true, I just had to accept it and have the fucking guts to just say it.”

I step backward toward the shower, but I don’t let go of him. “I know you feel that way, and I get it. Because sometimes, getting to love you feels like a luxury or a privilege I can’t believe is mine.” I rip his shirt off, shove at his pants. “So I’m going to just be selfish, Apollo.”

“I had thought to let you take a shower, first. I just wanted to make you feel good. To erase the bad things.”

“I appreciate the thought, Apollo, but that’s not what I want.” I pause to help him out of his shoes and socks, and then he kicks his trousers off, underwear going with it; his eyes are fixed on me, soaking my naked body with greedy arousal.

“Whatdoyou want, then?” His voice is raw and low with need.

His cock juts proudly upright, and I grasp his length and pull him toward me and into the shower; I adjust the water to a tolerable heat level. His arm is still wrapped in the makeshift bandage, but I leave that, for now. I push him back against the rear wall of the shower and sink to my knees, hot water splashing on my back.

“Corinna…”

I run my hands up his thighs, over his belly. “I told you. I’m going to be selfish. So shut up and let me do what I want to you. Okay?”

He sucks his belly in as my hands graze over his navel, brushing the tip of his cock. “How is this selfish?”

“Because it’s what I want to do.” I grasp him, then, cradling his heavy, thick cock in both hands. “I want to make you come so hard you see Jesus.” I lick the tip of him.

He inhales through his teeth, brow furrowing. “Fuck, Corinna.”

“See, that’s why this is selfish. Because I know you. And I know if I left it up to you, you’d let me suck on you till you were about to come, but then you’d stop yourself…” I plunge my fists around his length, pause to mouth the head, tongue swirling before I withdraw and finish speaking. “Because you want to be inside me. Don’t you?”

“Fuck…yes, my love. Ineedto be inside you.”

“And I need that too.” I caress his balls with one hand and stroke his length with the other, gazing up at him. “But right now, I need this more.”

“Why?”

“Because if I let you make love to me, I’ll get all emotional. And I need a break from being emotional.” I flatten my tongue against the side of his cock, licking upward. “I need this first. I need to just…indulge. I need to make you feel good. I need to just feel your cock in my mouth and make you come. I need to taste you as you come.” I stroke his length slowly, with a twist on the way down. “I need to watch you paint my tits with your cum. Anything and everything except heavy and real and deep.”

The water dots my hair, dampening it. Splatters off my back.

He rests against the wall and touches my cheek. “Whatever you want, love. Anything. Everything. Whatever you want, whatever you need.”