Page 88 of Sigma

Slowly, so slowly, he tongues me right to the very edge of climax, teetering, mad with it, screaming for it.

Instead of giving it to me, he crawls up my body, kissing his unhurried way up to my mouth—and all the while I’m losing the edge, and it feels like I might die if I don’t get there, if I don’t finally find the fucking orgasm he’s been denying me for I don’t even know how long, now.

His mouth touches mine, and I kiss him eagerly. His fingers slide into me, curling, gathering the seeping essence inside me. Kneels over me, licks at his fingers. “You taste so good.”

I pull at the gauze around my wrists, straining to get to him, growling, and he just laughs. Touches his fingers to my lips.

“Taste.”

I lick his fingers, tasting my own honey. “More,” I whisper.

His eyes widen. “Dirty girl. You want more?”

I nod.

He puts his lips to my ear, whispers. “I’ve got you tied up and helpless. I could do anything I wanted to you.” He licks the shell of my ear, and I hiss, writhe. “You said I’d never shown you a sweet side. Well, here it is.” He shelters me with his body, pressing himself to me, skin to skin, and I feel him nudging at my entrance, nuzzling, preparing to enter me. “I’ll promise you something, to set your mind at ease.”

I yank at the bonds in response.

“I’m clean, I promise you.”

And then, I feel him enter me, a slow stretching slide of his massive cock into me, splitting me open and filling me and filling me until I’m crying out with the wild pressure of it, the burning ache of taking him, inch by thick, throbbing inch. When he’s buried in me to the hilt, my legs move of their own accord and wrap around him, and he whispers to me again.

“Another promise I’ll make you, Corinna.” A kiss to my cheek, my jaw. “I won’t come inside you without protection.”

A thrust, then. Slowly withdrawing, pulling out until I’m trembling with the aching emptiness and already crazed to have him back inside me.

“I just had to feel you, Corinna.” He arches his back, groans low in his chest as he thrusts back into me. “I had to feel your sweet pussy.” Another thrust. “I couldn’t wait.”

“Oh fuck, Apollo.”

He thrusts again. And again. And with each thrust, I feel that edge I’d lost rise up at the base of my spine, and now it’s hotter and deeper and wilder than before.

“Tell me something, Corinna,” he murmurs, leaning upright, tucking my feet into his armpits. “Do you still want to taste yourself? You seem to like the way your own pussy tastes, don’t you, dirty girl?”

A thrust, slow, angled downward, striking deep inside so I feel torn apart, split into pieces by him, made mad by the magic of this beautiful cock of his.

“Do you, Corinna?”

“Yes,” I whisper. I’ll say anything as long as he doesn’t stop fucking me.

So what does he do? He stops fucking me.

He pulls out and kneels astride me. Shifts closer, bracing a hand on the wall. “Taste yourself now, Corinna.”

His cock is at my mouth, glistening wet. My essence drips down his length in trickling rivulets. I have no shame, no decorum, no inhibitions. Anything, anything to taste him, to feel him, to please him—anything, so long as I never have to stop feeling the things he makes me feel.

I crane my neck and open my mouth, and he thrusts in. Now I taste him—I tasteus, my honey and his musk mingling, a nectar I could only find sweet in a moment of madness such as this.

But sweet indeed it is to me, now, and I lap it all away, suck it off of him, let him out of my mouth and lick at the sides of him and suck him down into my throat again until the only wetness coating his cock is my own saliva.

By the time I’m done, he’s growling, chest heaving. “Fucking hell, Corinna. The things you do to me.”

“Untie me,” I snap, snarling at him like a rabid dog, “and I’ll show you what I’ll do to you.”

“I don’t know. I rather like this.”

He settles between my wide-spread thighs again and delves into me once more, his bare cock throbbing between the tight-stretched lips of my pussy, sliding deep into me. Slow thrusts, each one an eternity, a thrust from tip to root, nearly falling out of me and then driving in until his hips meet mine.