Spent, I collapsed on top of her, allowing my panting breaths to mellow and become one with hers. The throbbing pain returned to my injured shoulder. How I was able to balance on my good arm for so long, I’ll never know. I guess we were just too wrapped up in the moment for me to notice the pain.
Her body shook with every breath, and it took me a minute to realize she was crying.
“Shasta?”
“We shouldn’t have done that,” she whispered. “I should’ve stayed away.”
Lifting up, I forced myself to look into those big brown eyes, frowning when I saw all the regret swirling inside of them.
She was right, we shouldn’t have given in to those hidden desires we were both harboring inside of us.
“I love him, Snyder. This… it feels so good, but also so wrong.”
She couldn’t look me in the eye, her whole body shuddering with silent sobs.
“Hey, I get it. You’ve been with him for a very long time. And this… it can mean nothing, or it could mean everything. I just wanted you to know that you are worth more than what he was making you feel.”
She briefly met my gaze, then looked away again.
“Shasta,” I whispered, bringing her eyes back to me. I claimed her lips, kissing away the tears that were tracking down her beautiful cheeks and onto her pouting mouth. “You deserve to be loved and worshipped, not picked apart and thrown away.”
“You don’t understand… there are things behind his brush off. Things I couldn’t take back if I tried. Now I’ve really betrayed him, and it’s hard to feel good when I know he’s going to kill us if he ever finds out.”
“He won’t find out, Shasta. Nobody has to know about this, but you and me.”
Her eyes looked up at me hopefully, like I held all the possibilities of the world in the palm of my hands.
Then that hopefulness disappeared, fading into the same puddle of despair she was in yesterday.
“He’ll find out. He always does.”
“Why did you want to fuck me, Shasta? If you love him, why take that chance?”
She shrugged. “I wanted to get back at him for fucking all those other girls. For all the hurt he gave me. I wanted to see what it was like to be with someone who actually seemed to like me—someone who looks at me like I mean everything.”
“You do mean everything.”
“If that was the case, he would love me as much as I love him. And I do love him, Snyder. I love him more than I’ve ever loved anyone. But I also hate him, and want him to feel every ounce of hurt that I did when I found out he was fucking other girls.”
A single tear dripped down her cheek, and I used my lips to wipe it away, dragging them down to her mouth until my tongue was inside of it. She wiggled beneath me, feeling the hardened cock that her vulnerability had sparked to life again.
“Stop thinking about him and just let yourself go, Shasta. For once, stop thinking about what he would do or say, and think about what you want.”
She let out a cute little gasp when she realized my hand had traveled down her stomach and was now playing with her clit, arousing her again.
“Let yourself go.”
“I can’t.”
I kissed her mouth again, pulling myself on top of her the best I could with one working arm. “Yes, you can. Just close your eyes and envision all those girls who had your man, of all those times he betrayed you.”
Her eyes popped open. Confusion, hurt, and anger creased her furrowed brow.
“Now take those emotions and put it into fucking me. Let me wash away all the damage he’s done and show you exactly what being worshipped like a goddess feels like.”
My cock slid into her, and her cute little gasp was choked out by my tongue that was searching to possess her.
We got caught up in it all again, allowing ourselves to get lost in each other, finding something in the other person that we were missing before. She was searching for the attention she never got, and me… well, I just wanted to know what it was like to make love to a goddess.