Chapter 59

The air in the room was charged with an electric tension, a palpable hunger that neither Shea nor Achilles could deny. Their kiss had ignited a fire within them, a burning need that demanded satisfaction.

Shea's hands moved with a mind of their own, tugging at the hem of Achilles's shirt, pulling it up and over his head. Her eyes drank in the sight of his toned chest, the defined muscles that rippled beneath his skin. She traced her fingers over his abs, feeling the warmth of his body, the steady thrum of his heartbeat.

Achilles reached for the buttons of Shea's blouse, his fingers deftly undoing each one with an urgency that betrayed his need. He pushed the fabric aside, revealing the lacy black bra that held her full breasts. His hands cupped them, his thumbs teasing her hardened nipples through the thin material.

Shea moaned, her head falling back as pleasure coursed through her. She could feel the wetness growing between her legs, her pussy aching for his touch. She reached behind her, unclasping her bra and letting it fall to the floor, baring herself to him completely.

Achilles's gaze darkened with desire as he took in the sight of her naked torso. He leaned forward, capturing one of her nipples in his mouth, sucking and nipping at it while his hand massaged her other breast.

Shea's fingers threaded through his hair, holding him close as waves of pleasure washed over her. She ground her hips against him, feeling the hard length of his dick straining against his pants, pressing into her core.

With a growl, Achilles flipped them over, pinning Shea beneath him on the bed. His hands roamed over her body, exploring every curve, every dip. He hooked his fingers into the waistband of her pants, tugging them down along with her panties, exposing her slick, wet pussy.

Shea writhed beneath him, desperate for more. She reached for his pants, her fingers fumbling with the button and zipper in her haste to free his cock. Achilles lifted his hips, helping her push his pants and boxers down. His dick sprang free, hard and throbbing, a bead of precum glistening at the tip.

Shea wrapped her hand around his shaft, stroking him slowly, delighting in the way his breath hitched at her touch. She wanted to taste him, to feel him filling her mouth. She slid down on the bed, her eyes locked on his as she took him into her mouth, her tongue swirling around the head of his cock.

Achilles groaned, his fingers tangling in her hair as she bobbed her head up and down, taking him deeper with each stroke. "Fuck, Shea," he gasped, his hips bucking involuntarily.

Shea could feel his dick growing even harder in her mouth, could taste the salty tang of his precum. She knew he was close, but she wasn't ready for this to end just yet. She released him with a wet pop, a wicked grin spreading across her face as she looked up at him.

Achilles needed no further invitation. He positioned himself between her legs, the head of his cock nudging against her entrance. With one swift thrust, he buried himself inside her, filling her completely.

Shea cried out, her nails digging into his back as he began to move, each stroke of his cock sending her closer and closer to the edge. She wrapped her legs around his waist, meeting him thrust for thrust, their bodies moving together in a rhythm as old as time.

Their lovemaking was wild, frenzied, a desperate clash of bodies and souls. Shea could feel the pressure building within her, a coiling tension that threatened to shatter her into a thousand pieces.

"Achilles," she whispered, her voice ragged with need. "I'm so close."

Achilles's pace quickened, his hips driving into Shea with an intensity that left them both breathless. He could feel the walls of her pussy fluttering around his cock, a clear sign that she was teetering on the brink of orgasm. With a few more powerful thrusts, he sent her over the edge, her body arching off the bed as her orgasm crashed over her.

Her cries of pleasure filled the room, music to Achilles's ears. He didn't stop, continuing to piston in and out of her as she rode out the waves of her climax. Only when her body finally relaxed, did he slow his movements, pulling out of her with a wet sound.

But Achilles wasn't done with her yet. He moved down her body, planting kisses along the way until he reached the apex of her thighs. With a hungry look in his eyes, he spread her legs wider and dipped his head between them, his tongue darting out to lap at her swollen clit.

Shea's hands flew to his head, her fingers tangling in his hair as he feasted on her. His tongue explored every inch of her pussy, licking and sucking with an expertise that quickly had her writhing beneath him once more. He slipped a finger inside her, then another, curling them in a come-hither motion as he continued to lavish attention on her clit.

The dual sensations of his fingers and tongue working in tandem were too much for Shea to handle. Her second orgasm hit her like a freight train, her hips bucking against his face as she cried out his name. Achilles lapped up every drop of her release, drawing out her pleasure for as long as possible.

Panting and sated, Shea looked up at Achilles with heavy-lidded eyes. "I want you from behind," she said, her voice husky with desire. Achilles's cock twitched at her words, a fresh surge of arousal coursing through him.

He moved back, giving her the space she needed to turn onto her hands and knees. Shea presented herself to him, her ass in the air, her pussy glistening with her arousal. Achilles gripped her hips, positioning himself at her entrance before slowly pushing back inside her.

The new angle allowed him to reach depths he hadn't been able to before, causing Shea to moan loudly. He set a steady rhythm, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of her hips as he thrust in and out of her. With each stroke, he could feel himself hurtling towards his own release, but he was determined to make this last, to wring every ounce of pleasure from Shea's body before he allowed himself to come.