At the End of the Day

5

Chapter 5 // Apollo

The tip of my finger strokes the soft skin of Blue's shoulder. My jaw ticks as she looks up at me with her pretty brown eyes.

"You want me?" I whisper huskily, reaching up to stroke her cheek. Blue releases a shaky breath as my thumb traces along her bottom lip before I push past them and rest the pad of my thumb on her tongue. I bite back a low moan when Blue sucks on my thumb. "You can have me, Blue."

I pull my thumb out of her mouth and grab a hold of her face gently.

"Can I kiss you?" I tilt my head, watching as her gaze drops to my mouth. "Blue?" Her eyes shoot back up and she gulps, but nods her head, allowing me to place my lips on her soft ones.

And I don't hesitate to do just that.

Her lips are soft, just like I had imagined, I can taste a small hint of her cherry flavour lipgloss and it almost has me a goner. I wrap my arm around her waist, pressing her body close to mine. Our tongues swirl together as we desperately kiss one another, only stopping quickly to pull my top off. I push Blue against the bed, keeping our lips locked, and hover over her. Soft moans leave Blue's mouth as I trail my lips up and down her neck. Her vanilla scent has me intoxicated.

"Apollo." My eyes slowly close at the sound of my name falling past her lips.

"Let me taste you." I almost plead with her, reaching up to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear, my skin skimming her cold, gold earrings.

"Okay," she whispers so quietly, I almost don't hear her.

I trail kisses down her body until my face is in between her soft, thick thighs. I go to bunch up her lace nightdress, but to my surprise, Blue shoots her hands up, stopping me from doing so. I frown as panic surges through me. Have I done something wrong?!

"What is it?"

"I.... I.... My stretch marks." She blurts out, her head falling back against the pillow, and covers her face with her hands. "I'm sorry."

Does she think I don't like that she has stretch marks? Something so normal and natural. She thinks I'll look at her in disgust.

"Blue, look at me." She doesn't. "Hey, look at me, Blue." I sit up on my knees and push my hand through the waistband of her pants, my finger running up and down her soaking wet slit.

She gasps, her hands flying away from her face. Her eyes are wide as I circle her clit slowly.

"Oh, fuck." She moans at the pleasure I'm giving her, but I stop now that I have her attention.

"There's nothing wrong with stretch marks. They're normal and it's not something you should feel embarrassed about, especially not around me, " I tell her and then resume back to what I've come here to do — to make her feel good.

"Y-You don't think they're disgusting?" She questions over a breathless moan as I sink two fingers inside of her.

"Far from. They're beautiful." I say at the same time as I curl my fingers. Blue's back arches off of the bed and she grips tightly onto the bedsheets beneath her. "Does that feel good?" I tilt my head and she nods hers relentlessly as her eyes flutter closed.

"So good."

I admire the beauty of the woman in front of me. The way she relaxes against my touch after I reassure her of how there's nothing wrong with the stretch marks that I can see are painted along both sides of her hips.

So fucking gorgeous

I pull my fingers out of her slick wet pussy and go back to having my head in between her thighs. I eye her up and instantly latch my mouth onto her swollen bud.