Freeing the Muse (Closed for Serenity30822)

[Serenity30822]

Anton's continuing touches and movements had Calliope starting to feel genuinely needy, the connection she'd begun to feel with him making her impatient. But she enjoyed him taking his time as well, drawing out the suspense. Her body moved in response to his every touch, a tremble here, an arch there, frequently lifting into his touch craving more.

By the time his movements stopped and he looked up at her, she was panting not unlike an animal, her nerve endings on fire with need. She held his gaze for a moment, taking a quick second to regain her senses just a little. But no amount of time would have erased the look of need, of hunger from her face. She wanted him to keep going, and it was obvious.

Calliope's lips parted and she tried to speak but it came out so soft, barely more than a whisper, and a bit of a whine at the same time. "A-Anton... Please..."

 

[Lucian_Devine]

Anton saw, heard, felt, and even smelled every one of Calliope's reactions to his knowing ministrations, and he savored every one of them. He'd asked to be able to give her pleasure, and that was exactly what he intended to do. Still, despite every bit of his mind and body wanting to continue, he held fast, not only wanting her to be able to make the decision on whether or not he should continue, but to do it without feeling pushed or pressured by his ministrations. He even watched as she struggled to regain some semblance of composure, despite what he had done and was about to do.

Even with every fiber of his being aching to continue, hearing Calliope speak the words made his heart leap all the same, especially spoken in that soft tone and barely a whisper's worth of volume. He gave her the slightest of nods as he stuck his tongue out, and his gaze continued to watch her and hers as he slowly inched closer, his thumbs pressing into the tender flesh as he spread her for him.

Nothing could have prepared Anton for the ambrosial taste of Calliope's pussy when his tongue first made contact with her divine folds. His jaw quivered and his fingers clenched as he slowly dragged his tongue up the full length of her divine pussy, cleaving those silken pussy lips as he did, gathering more and more of her ambrosial arousal on his tongue in the process, but never getting distracted from his true goal. He ended that first lick with a firm and decisive flick of her clit. No sooner did his tongue abandon her body than his thumbs spread her all the more, his legs gripped her legs even tighter, and his lips pounced on her clit like a starving babe would pounce on a nipple. He sucked that sensitive nub with determination, savagely flicking it with his tongue or rapidly circling it. He was a man on a mission, and that mission was clear, make her cum.

 

[Serenity30822]

Calliope found herself moaning and squirming against Anton's touch, his attention to her clit quickly making her lose what little grip she still had on her own self control. Her hands moved seemingly of their own free will, moving to slide her fingers into his wavy brown hair. "Anton..." she moaned low, every muscle in her body beginning to tense up before finally...

Calliope's head dropped back as her fingers clenched reflexively in Anton's hair and she cried out in pleasure. Her release was obvious, and her body trembled as the evidence practically gushed out of her, soaking the bed beneath her. After taking a moment to breathe, Calliope forced her fingers to loosen their grip in Anton's hair, blushing and panting softly as she lifted her head to look at him.

 

[Lucian_Devine]

Anton of course heard Calliope's moans, and felt her squirming against his hold, but neither of those reactions told him to stop, especially when they combined with the feeling of her hands sliding into his hair and the sound of his name on her lips once more. He would have stopped in an instant if he thought for a second that she wanted him to, but only if she wanted him to, no matter how close he thought she was in this moment. Thankfully though, that was not the case, proven by the way her fingers clenched in his hair and she cried out in pleasure. If her entire body trembling hadn't been enough evidence of her release though, her gushing pussy soaking both the bed and his face certainly could have done the trick.

If the first taste of Calliope's taste was like ambrosia, then the taste of her squirting was literally indescribable other than it being the most delicious thing he'd ever tasted. The first taste of it made his eyes close, his fingers twitch against her skin, and his jaw quiver. It was the kind of thing that he could imagine himself becoming addicted to if he wasn't careful.

Anton took a couple of panting breaths between Calliope's spread thighs, during which it was truly a struggle to get himself to relax. He did finally manage to open his eyes though, and was rewarded with the sight of the violet-haired goddess above him, blushing and panting as she lifted her head to look down at him. He gave her a small smile as he leaned his cheek against her thigh. "You doing alright up there?"

 

[Serenity30822]

When Anton smiled up at her, Calliope couldn't help but smile back, a bit out of breath herself. She kept one hand sort of tangled in his hair, carefully extracting the other to place it against his cheek and lightly brush the pad of her thumb across his lower lip that was still slick and shiny with her juices. "Anton I..." she said quietly, barely even a whisper, while she gently pushed him back, scooting back on the bed and bending a bit harshly forward to lean down. Calliope pressed her lips to his in a gentle but eager kiss, cutting herself off, and wasting no time as her tongue pressed forward to deepen the kiss.

She could taste herself on his lips and tongue and the combination of flavors was euphoric. Like the strongest aphrodisiac and most addictive drug all mixed into one. The hand on his cheek moved slowly, down to gently caress his neck, over to where his shoulder met his neck. She continued this movement, letting her fingertips glide over his skin, exploring her way down and across his chest as they kissed.

 

[Lucian_Devine]

Just the sight of Calliope returning his smile in that most intimate moment was enough to make everything worth it for Anton, even if she called it to a halt right here. He could even see her struggling a bit for breath, both from the quickened rise and fall of those lovely breaths of hers and the way she was breathing through her mouth. He made no move at all though, even when once of the hands that was tangled in his hair extracted itself and found it's way to his cheek, the one that wasn't pressed against her thigh. His gaze softened all the more as her thumb brushed over his lips, still slick with her juices.

Anton's ears perked up when he heard Calliope's voice, barely a whisper, and he was admittedly a little surprised when she not only hesitated, but gently pushed him back from his place between her thighs, scooted back on the bed, and almost lurched forward as she leaned down. Despite the fast movement though, she stopped moments and just a hair's length before their lips touched before giving him a gentle kiss. Even that kiss seemed to open some kind of floodgate within the goddess though, because her tongue instantly surged forward into his mouth as she deepened the kiss.

Calliope's kiss, in that moment, was utter perfection. It was almost as though Anton was meeting Calliope for the first time, because this time he was meeting the real Calliope. Then, as if the kiss itself wasn't enough, he felt the hand on his cheek start to move, caressing every bit of skin it touched as it moved slowly down to his neck, then to where his neck met his shoulder. The touch shifted a bit then, and he felt a bit breathless in that kiss, wishing that he could hold her close, but not wanting to impede her movements in this most-important of movements. So he let his arms hang where they had fallen after she'd pushed him backwards, happily enjoying her attention as her fingertips glided over his skin, exploring the expanse of his wiry frame as their lips continued to smack with every breathlessly lustful kiss.

 

[Serenity30822]

Calliope found herself getting lost in their kiss, both her hands moving to rest on his shoulders where they met his neck, her thumbs gently caressing the sensitive skin there. After a few more moments she reluctantly broke the kiss, pulling back just enough to look him in the eye.

"Anton..." she said in a breathy whisper. "I... I want you..." She held his gaze as she spoke, her cheeks flushing slightly as she felt a keen sense of vulnerability in the admission and the intimacy of the moment. She felt like she could spend days just wrapped up in him and not even think twice.

It was an odd feeling, but not unwelcome. She couldn't remember having felt this sort of attraction or draw toward anyone before, though that wasn't much of a surprise. All she knew was she wanted to be closer to him in that moment. As close as she could get.

 

[Lucian_Devine]

Calliope's gentle touches along his neck, shoulders, and the sensitive skin in between were so starkly contrasted by the hard, fast, and passionately lustful kisses the pair shared. Through it all though, Anton was with her, up to and including the way she pulled her lips from his. He could both see and literally feel her reluctance, but he yielded to it all the same, giving her the control she'd been denied for so long. When those gorgeous violet eyes of her came into view, his brown ones couldn't help but darken with his ever-increasing desire.

The words that Calliope spoke, in that soft and breathy whisper of hers, were a genuine surprise for Anton, despite everything that had gone on, and was currently going on between them. It was one thing to think that she wanted it, despite everything she'd been through and how long she'd suffered. It was a whole other thing for her to actually want it and for them to actually go through with it though. So much could go wrong, even with his good intentions.

Anton's gaze flitted back and forth between Calliope's eyes. They were so close together, and yet so very far apart at the same time. The attraction, the desire, and the raw need were all there. All that was left was a willingness to act upon them...His hands first moved to the waistband of the shorts he'd slept in, easing them down as he finally kept his gaze steady on Calliope's. His shorts could only go down so far, given that he was on his knees, but it was far enough for his achingly hard cock to spring free. He paid no attention to it though, but simply gave her a small smile as he now moved his free hands to the sides, feathering the backs of his fingertips over her ankles until they moved to the outsides of them and he could let his fingertips brush the sides of her ankles. His hands then glided with that soft and gentle touch up her calves, past her knees, and slowly forward along her things. He leaned forward a bit as he did so, rising up as he did so, letting his shorts slide farther down his legs as he pressed his own tender kiss to her lips. His hands didn't remain idle though, and continued to move. Even the brush of her hip didn't stop him, and he let his hands glide up her back as he pulled his head back just enough to let his tongue flick against her lips. They closed the distance again shortly enough though, just in time for his arms to wrap around her lower back and clasp together. He slowly but effortlessly pulled her butt forward from where she'd slid it back to kiss him, pulling her to the edge of the bed as he kissed her hard and deep. When she was on the edge of the bed though, he shifted to pulling her up into a standing position as he did the same. His shorts fell the rest of the way to the floor, but he once again ignored his cock as his hands dropped once more to her ass. His intentions would become clear when his hands gripped the cheeks of her ass and lifted her effortlessly into the air, much like he'd done before. Those intentions were of course similar to the previous time he'd done it, but with another extra step or two. He moved without hesitation, lifting first one of his knees up to the bed, and then the other. He continued to make out with the beautiful goddess as he knee-walked towards the head of the bed, hoping that both of their resolves held firm in these moments as he lowered her down. When her back touched the sheets this time, there would be a pillow beneath her head. Then, and only then, did he dare to pull his lips from hers, if only far enough for him to meet her gaze.

"How do you want it, Calliope?" Anton asked softly, moving his nose to tenderly brush against hers as he held her gaze. Yes, he was already knelt between her spread thighs, and could take her just like this. Hell, he'd do it like this if she wanted, but he still wanted her to at least have a say in it, in case one position or another might trigger unfortunate memories and decimate this tender moment.