I choked on my water, and Amon took the water glass back and drew me up to sitting, eyebrows bouncing higher as I started to laugh.
"Impatient? How long did you torture me before finally fucking me?"
Amon grinned. "I lost track after two hours."
I gasped, body stiffening at the thought, surprised I'd survived and hadn't called a stop to it.
"Do you feel any pain?" he asked, head tilting and passing the water back.
I took another sip, the glass nearly finished. I was sensitive still, and my body did ache, although it had more to do with my muscles tensing than any roughness from Amon.
"I don't think so," I said slowly, eyeing him cautiously. "I don't want to repeat the experience today."
Amon stiffened and then threw his head back, a great roar of a laugh released and warming the air between us. "Little star, I am flattered. No, I think my goals for the rest of today will be to feed you, bathe you, massage you, and perhaps tonight we shall make love if it pleases you."
My eyes widened at the offer. I was fairly sure after being fed, bathed, massaged, and generally just spending the rest of the day in Amon's company, I'd be begging to be fucked again by the evening. Calling it 'making love' sounded nice too.
"And…your hook?" I asked, thinking of the added sensation of Amon's special cock inside of me, drumming at a place that made my toes curl and stars flash behind my eyes.
He frowned and looked down at his own lap. "I can…fight it if you—"
"I loved it," I rushed to say, grinning and giggling as Amon lit up, staring back at me. He often seemed ageless, awkwardly formal, but just now he looked every bit as delighted as Davey Parks had when I'd first offered to let him play with my breasts. "Does it always last so long though?" Because Amon had been right to warn me. My orgasms had stung towards the end, and my body had tightened to a painful ache.
Amon huffed, black hair tossing over his shoulder as he leaned forward. He took the glass from my hand and set it on the floor before cupping my cheek drawing me in for a slow kiss.
"That was only to teach you your lesson, and it was as frustrating for me to resist the sweet call of your pleasure as it was overwhelming for you. We will be gentler with each other next time. Now lie back and let me feed you, little star."
I sighed, shifting the blanket back over me for a little warmth, grinning at the sight of Amon's long, beautiful brown back shifting with muscle and feline grace as he arranged a plate for me. I was tempted to address some of his demands, and his objection to Ezra, but I didn't want to burst the beautiful bubble of the day so soon.
If Amon thought one otherworldly fucking would be enough to rein me in, he would end up very disappointed in me. I just hoped the same wouldn't be true in reverse because I had a feeling I was already rather attached to my sphinx.