Natasha

My back arched when I felt him hit the deepest part of my body. I felt things I had never known before. I clenched his shaft as I welcomed the stretch, and I could feel him shuddering and sweating against me, above me. Both of us were hanging on the edge of the cliff and we wanted to fall down with our arms wrapped around each other.

“Say my name, Natasha,” he hissed.

I let out his name from my quivering lips in reverence. “Apollo…”

He took his shaft out and then delved in deep, twisting and rolling those lean hips in a way that I gasped, I groaned. He started moving slowly, waiting for me to adjust to his pace. His cock rubbed on a turgid spot inside that was titillating as hell. I clenched my muscles so tightly around him that he was having trouble controlling himself. He grew his pace and soon he became merciless, plunging inside me as if he had been desperate to do so, as if he wasn’t thinking. His teeth gnashed. His thighs quivered and I could feel the dust of hair against my