Ares released a heavy breath, his grip tightening against the glass, like he would crush it to pieces.
As I neared him, the air tightened with heat, my heart racing, but I kept going as his gaze trapped me, the need in his eyes, that fresh desire was spectacular.
Ares finished his whiskey, setting the glass on the table.
My hands glided over his thighs, and I used that as a medium to lift my upper body.
I took off the blindfold from my teeth and undid his belt, zip, and freed his cock, heavy in my grip like a rod.
I made him like this. The damn thing was struggling, the veins crept around it, and precum was leaking from the tip.
"Let me take care of you, honey..." I said softly as I pressed a kiss on his tip, and his breath shuddered.
I take him in my mouth, but slow, swallowing him whole and withdrawing to catch that expression on his face.
His eyes were dazed, drowned with desire, his hand slipping into my hair, and I tilted my head, raining kisses against the flesh.
