Apollo's 11

by Anna Collins

  "I feel it, Robert. I'm about to cum."

  "Me too," I murmured, wishing I could be inside her instead of just grinding against the entrance.

  Gyrating her hips, Freya's movements increased until it actually felt like I had penetrated her. We finally came at the same time, me launching about a shot glass' worth of semen onto my stomach and fresh sheen of wetness coating Freya's womanhood. At the feeling of ecstasy, I gave a deep grunt and Freya gave a shrill and rather an adorable whine before she collapsed on top me.

  "We're so close; we can already bring each other happiness."

  "Any chance we could take it a step further?" I asked, placing my hands on the sides of her face and brushing aside her long hair.

  Freya lowered her head and kissed me, brushing aside my fear. "We will spend all of the eternity together, but wouldn't that eternity mean even more if it also meant a lifetime? Just wait, and I will turn this realm into heaven for you. Here, let me give you something, something to hold you over until our day comes."

  Smiling, she moved down to my deflating manhood. Lowering her head, she began licking up the semen I had ejaculated just a minute ago, humming in joy like it was chocolate syrup. Watching her tongue lap up my seed, I felt my manhood re-harden, which she lovingly stroked with her hand.

  After licking up every drop, she held her head just above my manhood, stroking it with her hand and working out any softness. "Now, let me bring you happiness."

  She then took the whole thing into her mouth, swallowing it with ease and bringing her lips all the way down to the base. At both the sight and feeling of her sucking me off, I immediately had my second orgasm and shot a dose of semen down her throat. Freya quickly pulled her head back and coughed, but before I could apologize, she smiled.

  "Don't worry, it's fine. Just try and hold back a little, let me enjoy this too. Besides, it's delicious," she said coyly.

  Holding back? Hell, that was easy, I doubt I had any sperm left to release, but with her hand stroking my manhood and that hungry expression on her face, I couldn't lose my erection if I wanted to.

  Bringing her head back down, Freya resumed blowing me, but this time taking it slow. She started simply by running her tongue around the head, licking away any sperm that remained from my first or second orgasm. She then moved to the shaft, delivering long wide sweeps, almost tracing each vein and sending shivers up my spine. After physically memorizing every detail of my manhood, Freya again wrapped her mouth around it completely, bringing her head down so the tip was crammed against the back of her throat. Moving each time with an upward inflection, she began bobbing her head with a steady rhythm, massaging my manhood with her tongue and cheeks while her saliva dripped down into my lap.

  As she worked, I watched with a smile and gently stroked her hair and brushed my fingers against her cheeks, trying to communicate my gratitude without interrupting her. Through her efforts, I could feel my body working up the strength for one last climax. It would probably be a dry fire, but it would be no less powerful. Sucking on my manhood like it was the straw in a particularly thick milkshake, Freya broke through the final threshold I needed and I finally came, spraying every last drop of semen I had into her mouth and on her face when she finally released it.

  I laid my head back, completely drained of both energy and cum. After swallowing all of my seed and cleaning it off her face, Freya sat on my lap and ran her fingers through my hair.

  Her hand softly found the back of my neck and gently pulled my lips down to hers. 'I love you,' I thought as Freya's lips met mine. 'I love you Freya,' I thought as Freya's tenderness engulfed me. I wrapped my hands around her and pulled her closer and returned the kiss as passion invaded.

  I lifted Freya into my arms, she was lighter than I had expected. Her giggle tickled my ears. I laid her on the bed and crawled up her body and kissed her again. She tentatively licked my lower lip and our passion grew. Our tongues entwined as we enjoyed each other's desire.

  "I don't want to wait," I said and kissed her lips. I felt them smile and my heart jumped at her joy. She rose and straddled me. Her hand positioned me between her legs and she lowered herself. My moan matched hers as I entered her. She didn't stop until her butt was sitting on my thighs. We fit well together. She leaned forward with me inside her. Her hands cradled my face, my hands caressed her sides.

  "I love the way you look at me" Freya cooed as she moved her hips slowly, "it was so beautiful. I knew then, I wanted to be right where I am now." She kissed me, then placed her forehead on mine, and concentrated on her movements, her breathing increasing. I lowered my hands, finding her little butt and helping her move. The sensations were burning into me, her need forcing mine forward. Unexpectedly, her body went rigid and she breathed a low moan onto my lips. I held her as she collapsed into me, little tremors forcing her legs taut, then loose. I lifted her slightly and rolled her onto her back while remaining coupled. She gave a sated sigh, and I could feel her smile in the dark.

  "I'm sorry," Freya said languorously, "that was kind of greedy." I felt her suppressing a chuckle which forced me to smile.

  "It was beautiful," I said truthfully, "feeling you let go like that." She laughed lightly, reaching up and stroking my cheek.

  "It took so much time, but you opened up." I stroked the side of her cheek as Freya spoke. I felt a slight wetness there. I felt her hips move, exciting me again. "I won't let you wait that long." Our lips met, passion flooding me again. My hips raised then lowered slowly, her arms pulling me deeper. Her moans, as I complied, brought me back to the cusp. Her breathing increased and I felt her tremors building again. I dropped my lips to her shoulder and lost myself in her. My whole body trembled as I gave myself to her, her body responding like mine. For a brief moment, there was nothing but us. It was a heaven I wasn't sure I deserved, but I greedily took.

  When my mind returned, I rolled onto my side taking Freya with me. I ran my hand across her cheek, pushing the sweaty hair I found there behind her ear. I kissed her forehead.

  "I was contemplating my future before you came in," I said softly. I ran my hand down her arm and entwined my fingers in hers.

  "What are you planning?" Freya asked.

  "I thought I was going to run," I teased, "now...I could become a nuisance, you know." Freya's hand ran down my side and stopped on my ass, which she squeezed lightly.

  "Stay," was all Freya said. She understood. I wasn't going anywhere.

  "I plan to," I said, and then smiled.

  She hit me on my chest "I will kill you if you ever try to run away from me" she warned.

  Freya

  We awoke early the next morning. We played lovingly in the early morning light before the time brought back us to reality. We showered quickly. Well, as quickly as two people who weren't done exploring each other could.

  "Damn," I said, just before my mouth found his. I pushed my breasts into his chest, enjoying his skin. Robert's hand ran up my waist to cup the side of my breast. Tingles ignited wherever his fingers traveled. Our tongue entwined as we explored. I could feel his heart beating as it fought to be louder than mine. Impatience got the better of me. I reached between us and began undoing his belt.

  Robert's hand left my breast and moved down. Soon the kissing turned to laughter.Everything was backward and neither of us was particularly deft at the task. Neither of us was going to give up either.

  I had no idea why I wasn't running to hide. There was something about Robert that I trusted beyond good sense. I had never braved the light with any man before. With him, it felt like a requirement. A level of trust given. Trust that his eyes told me was well received.

  Robert ran his hands up the back of my legs sending wonderful shivers through my body. His fingers teased along my backside as he leaned forward and kissed the top of my mound. His lips left wet trails as he kissed his way up my body, stalling on my breasts as he slowly stood.

  "Absolutely beautiful," he whispered. I combed my fingers through his hair, pull
ing his lips to mine. I loved how his hands explored, sending pleasant waves across my skin. I tried to get closer, climb into his skin.

  My hands moved quickly, finishing what they started. I paused when I felt his arousal. I was rather pleased my body had that quick of an effect on him. I turned him and pushed gently. The towel tangled on his leg and he fell back onto the couch. We laughed.

  Robert tried to rise when he was fully naked. I gently put my hand on his chest and held him down. Well, in truth, he let me. I slowly climbed up his body, my lips caressing what they found. His erection jerked when I gave it some attention. His desire. like mine was wound tight and I heard him gasp. I rose higher, smiling at how excited he was. He looked so delicious as he reached out to help me up.

  "You want to lead?" Robert asked. His smile told me he would be happy either way. I nodded as I dragged my breasts along his chest, our lips meeting again. I did want to lead. I had felt so out of control for so long, the idea of controlling things, however briefly, was exciting. I felt him shudder and knew he didn't mind at all.

  I straddled Robert's waist, never breaking our kiss. He helped me, guiding my hips with his hands. I reached between us, grasping his manhood and lowered myself. Foreplay was for next time. Neither of us had the patience or the need. I separated from his lips and watched his eyes as we joined. We exhaled simultaneously as we became one. The glorious sensation of completion made my stomach curl and Robert moan. It was deeper than my past experiences. Meaning, I wasn't prepared for, emerged. I saw Robert's eyes water. I stopped when he was fully into me and stared in awe at how it felt.

  "You're perfect," Robert said. He was so wrong.

  "We're perfect," I corrected. Alone I was a mess.

  "We," he whispered. Drawing our lips together again. Every movement became a new sensual experience. A hand down my side, my hand in his hair. I didn't matter how trivial, every touch ignited a new flame. I began to move my hips, desiring the wonderful internal friction that sent pleasure through us both. His hips joined mine though the leverage was all mine. I wanted it to last forever, but my body wanted more. A tingling began, his eyes, the way he looked through me, the heavenly feeling between my legs, traveling deeper than I thought possible.

  "Let go," Robert said, sensing my need, "my love." His words, the sunrise over the water, the perfect us. My insides blossomed. Pleasure surged, following my bones to my extremities and I began to shake uncontrollably. Robert held me as his legs stiffened. His eyes found mine and we ourselves together. I collapsed into him, my muscles becoming happy rubber. I could feel him twitching inside of me, his breathing heavy with his release. We were perfect.

  "My love?" I asked as I kissed the lobe and felt his chest rise and fall in a chuckle.

  "I meant it," Robert returned. I bit his ear with my lips and felt him tremble. I liked the reaction it generated.

  "So did I," I whispered. Robert held me tighter. We stayed that way for a long while, enjoying the comfort of being as close as we could get. I learned how his heart beat in those minutes. Two quick beats followed by a pause. Each time it beat, I knew it was for me. It had to be. My heart was beating for him.

  After a few weeks,

  Robert

  I couldn't believe that all this was happening for real. I didn't know what occurred to me and I went on my knees and asked her to marry me. Yes, she hesitated a bit but in the end, she too was as desperate as me. We needed no more directions, I knew she was the one for me; she was the one who rubbed off the darkness from my beating heart. She illuminated my dark heart with the light of her love.

  And now she was standing right in front me, standing in a white dress, blushing ever so innocently I just kept looking at her fondly.

  "Do you Robert Hudson, take Freya Lawrence to be your lawfully wedded wife?" asked the minister. His voice contained the way to the most beautiful reality of my life.

  "I do," I said immediately.

  Freya smiled and licked her lips. God! She was looking so enchanting.

  "Do you, Freya Lawrence, take Robert Hudson to be your lawfully wedded husband?" the minister repeated the procedure with Freya.

  "Come on Freya, say yes" cheered Kate and Rick in unison.

  But Freya said nothing, she was blinking her eyes and soon she held her head "ouch" she gasped and the next moment she hit the floor.

  I ran to her and as I held her in my arms, everything seemed to have gone on a ‘pause' mode. Everyone remained still at their position. My jaw fell open and before I could take note of anything else a screeching loud voice filled my ears.

  And I immediately recognized the voice, how could I ever go wrong with it? "You dared to push me into the blazing pool of fire, well it may have burned my flesh but it is not powerful enough to destroy my soul. I will never forgive you for doing this to me. On this day of your wedding, I will give you a gift, a gift from the fire of my wrath that will burn you two for life" she said with a ferocious laughter. The voice came closer to me and spoke in my ear, "Your love is now ‘star-crossed'. You will never get your love no matter how much you crave for it. My curse will never let you have each other. Your life will be like a thirsty person who will get the glimpse of water but will never be able to taste it."

  With horrified eyes I checked on Freya, only to find out that her heart was not beating!

  Billionaire Games - Book 6

  Chapter Fifty

  Freya

  "He’s gone!" I murmured, and only my lips moved when I uttered those two words. My body just stood still, unable to move, unable to react to anything. Even my eyelids refused to move; and my brain kept playing the memories of his warm and tender kisses, just like a marathon telecast of a TV show.

  It seemed as if I was in a trance. Hundreds of people were moving around me, some of them were even talking to me, but I could hear anything except for a loud buzzing sound.

  The calm, gentle breeze kissed my face, but why couldn't I smell his fragrance? Why wasn't he holding me in his arms?

  I looked around; my desperate eyes were craving to get a glimpse of him. The need to be in his arms was suffocating me.

  "Robert, Robert" I called his name breathlessly while trying to find him again and again.

  Kate came to me, she was wearing a black dress, and her eyes were filled with tears. She held my hand and made me look up at her. "Freya! You have to accept the reality. Robert is gone. We are standing at his funeral, and he is lying in that coffin." She uttered rigidly and sighed.

  "No! You are lying. He promised he would never leave me alone," I uttered in a weak voice, lowering my gaze as my head began to spin.

  Kate held my chin, forcing me to look forward to the heavy walnut exit door of Hudson Mansion. "Look, they are taking him away. He is going to be buried at their private cemetery, right next to his parents," Kate said softly.

  I glanced at the door. There were a bunch of men in black suits, and four of them were carrying a shiny black coffin which had silver designs all over it. At the side, some roses formed the letters 'RH'. RH for Robert Hudson, the badass alpha billionaire. The man whose heart was made of darkness but he showed me the light of true love. The man who made me feel like I was the most precious thing ever. The man who wanted to marry me. They took away my reason to live. The last rights were performed with perfection, as his lifeless body lay still on that enormous black coffin.

  I tried to reach him with my weak steps. No, they couldn't take him away like that. I hadn't seen him for ages, I wanted to see him, I wanted to kiss him. I opened my mouth to stop those men but why couldn't I hear my own words?

  I rubbed my face with my hands like crazy, but the drops of sweat covering my face weren't ready to go away. And…Why the hell were my legs stuck to the ground? "Robert!" I called with my full strength, but again nothing came out. And on top of that, my body was shaking like I was standing in an arena of extreme cold atmosphere.

  My mind was alive, but my body was betraying me. From when had I become such a useless
piece of crap?

  A thin film of white had blurred my vision. And everything seemed to be spinning. And Kate's voice sounded like it was coming out of a damaged tape recorder.

  On top of that, something heavy was suffocating me… Maybe it was my emotions.

  Ignoring all these I tried to move my legs, I needed to see him for one last time, that's all I knew for the moment.

  As I took the first step, blackness appeared in front of my eyes.

  "Don't take him away, please..." I shouted at the top of my lungs causing my eyes to open wide in a jolt.

  "He is gone sis," Rick said calmly while stroking my messed up hair. I looked around to find out that I was lying on my bed, and the darkness surrounding the window planes told me that it was late at night. Shit! I must have passed out right at the hall of Hudson Mansion when they were performing his last rights. I had endured so much in my life, but the pain of his death was the worst. I had never felt this weak before, it seemed like he took away my energy along with him.

  I sighed deeply, burying my head in the pillow. I wanted to cry out all the pain of my devastated heart, but nothing came out. I closed my eyes and tried my best to dump everything in the deep hollow of darkness.

  Even the darkness was unable to lessen my burden. Whenever I closed my eyes, his face would appear right in front of my eyes. It seemed like my mind had a never-ending footage of his actions. It had stored every image of him; his smiling face, his angry face, his stylish attitude, his graceful walk, his unruly hair, and those deep blue eyes, that showed every possible emotion that ever existed.

  At first, I used to hate him. And why wouldn't I? He ruined my career, but then everything changed. Those rigid blue eyes of his showed me those emotions, those feelings…and my heart started to crave for him. How did he do this? When did Freya Lawrence become such a weak person?