Lesson in Love (Olympians, 2)
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He looked into her eyes. “Why did you have so much faith in me?”
She shrugged. “I don’t know. I’d always known who you were. Everyone did. One day I saw you differently. I can’t explain it.”
He kissed her cheek and continued exploring her wet core. He stroked her, making her want him more. “Someone must have decided I needed to be saved from myself. It’s quite a task. They needed someone extra special.”
“That’s your opinion.” She gasped. His fingers were making it harder for her to concentrate.
“Yes, it is, and it isn’t going to change.” He captured her lips as his fingers found their way inside her.
She kissed him back hungrily. She felt her orgasm coming. Her skin was heated, and all her muscles were tightening. She moved with his hand as his fingers delved deep and found the sweetest, most sensitive spot. She bit into his shoulder as she came, trembling in his arms and bucking against him.
He kicked off his pants and pulled her roughly onto his lap. As he rubbed his cock over her very sensitive clit, her orgasm intensified and sent her soaring higher.
“You’re so beautiful when you come. You make me want you so much when you look like that.” He took her by the hips and slid her slowly onto his cock. He closed his eyes and threw his head back. “Oh, Iris. We were made to fit together.”
His hard cock felt amazing. Every inch of her was super-receptive to his touch. She moved up and down slowly as the last tremors of her orgasm subsided. She clenched her pussy around him, making him moan. She leaned over him and feathered kisses over his face as she rode him.
“I love you, Iris,” he said, running his hands up and down her sides. “Say you believe me. Tell me you love me too.”
She took him deep inside, enjoying the surprise in his eyes. “I do believe you. I’ve always believed in you. I love you, Eros.” She put her hands on his shoulders and moved faster. “Now come for me.”
He grabbed her hips and moved up into her repeatedly. She enjoyed watching him as he pushed deeper, so close to his own release. She held him close, his breath on her neck stoking her fire. The intense pleasure still heating her blood had her close to collapsing on top of him as she said his name over and over. He thrust one final time and groaned her name, pulling her fully against him.
They held each other for several minutes as their breathing and heartbeats settled into a mutual rhythm.
“Perfect,” he whispered against her skin.
“Yes, we are.”
He looked into her eyes. “I meant you.”
“And I meant us.”
He kissed her gently, and she felt all her fears fall away.
Epilogue
“Come on! It’s a party! Dance, drink, do something!”
Eros looked over to see his mother standing next to Hermes, who was holding a small plate of fruit and eating it slowly. He didn’t seem to care that Aphrodite was determined for him to have some fun.
“Your mother really wants to make this wedding a success,” Iris said.
Eros glanced around at all the enormous decorations again. The cake was twelve feet high, and three bands were spread out in the garden.
“I’m more concerned about the marriage itself. The wedding is no big deal.”
She kissed him on the cheek, and he couldn’t help smiling because it did make him feel better. “I don’t think we need to worry about that.”
“I know. I’m just ready to go home.”
“That’s not happening any time soon, mister!” Aphrodite said as she came up and grabbed both of them by the arms. She dragged them to the dance floor. “Okay, Iris dance with Zeus and you dance with Hera. Then move close to each other so I can get some pictures. You two in the middle so you can lean close to each other and still be the happy couple. And everyone look like you’re having fun. Just a few shots and then you can switch.”
Zeus immediately took Iris into his arms. “We’ll see if I’m willing to switch, but you know, Hera and I are a happy couple too.”
“Well,” Aphrodite said as she focused on the camera, “you two flaunt it. We can see that anytime.”
Hera held her hand out to Eros. “Come on. Better than being hounded by your mother.”
Eros put his arms around Hera and they all danced to something mellow but with a hint of jazz.
“We must be forgiven,” Hera said.
Eros pretended to think about it. “I suppose, but only because you didn’t really do anything.”
“Except make me a nervous wreck!” Iris said as she leaned over toward them. “I was so pissed off I was determined to ignore my feelings for you. It was kind of hard with you following me around.”
“Made me love you even more. I like a girl with spirit.”
“Yes, well, most men of taste do,” Hera said, eyeing Zeus’ ass. “You got your picture yet?”
Aphrodite was looking down at her digital camera. “Yes, yes,” she said dismissively. “Go romp in the woods.”
Hera let Eros go and took Zeus’ hand. “Perhaps another time.”
He held Iris’ hand for a moment and winked. “Definitely another time.” Hera led him off the dance floor and they disappeared in the crowd.
“Over my dead body,” Eros mumbled as he put his arms around Iris and kissed her forehead.
“Jealous? I should hardly think you need to be.”
He looked down into her eyes. “No, I don’t. It’s not a pretty emotion anyway.” He nodded toward his mother, who was now holding several cameras and shuffling them back and forth between Ares and Hermes.
“This could be funny,” Iris said.
“She’s not your mother.”
“Oh, don’t worry about it. I think Hermes is over her.”
Eros couldn’t help laughing. “How can you tell?”
“She hurt him, but he’s smart enough to know they aren’t right for each other.” She looked around and whispered, “And I personally don’t think he’s your father.”
“Oh really?”
She nodded. “He’s critical of you because he did care for your mother, and you reflect on her. You also have some of her flaws. He also has that high moral sensibility that seems to be easily bypassed in most other Olympians.”
“I don’t think he cares much about any of us one way or the other.”
“Hmmm. Maybe not, but Ares doesn’t seem threatened. He doesn’t seem happy either. He’s with her all the time, but he’s free to be with anyone else. Isn’t that what he wants?”
Eros shrugged. “I don’t know.” He looked down at Iris. “You trying to take over my job?”
“I’m taking an interest. I doubt your mother will ever settle for one man. Ever.”
“That’s what they said about me. No one ever thought I’d be able to fall in love without a spell.” He twirled her in his arms and pulled her close again. “What do you think?”
“I think you might prove them wrong.”
“I think I already have,” he said as he kissed her.
“Hold it! Let me get ready for the next shot!” his mother yelled, scrambling toward them on her very high heels.
He deepened the kiss and ignored the flashes going off around them.
The End
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