
Artemis sighed contently into the kiss, the muscles in her body slowly relaxing as she engaged in the familiar act. Her hands, caught in short blond tresses, glided down the nape of the god’s neck, gently kneading the skin there. When Triton broke away, she made a small sound of protest, until her eyes widened as she felt his arms reach under her and the tell-tale sign of her bra clasps coming undone.
She gave him an uneasy look as she felt something brush against her thigh when he shifted, wondering what could be going through his mind. Her train of thought was quickly derailed when the cool air met her now naked breasts and she flinched away when he grazed his thumb over her nipple. Shrinking back, she shook her head and grabbed his hands to cup her breasts in them. “Touch them like this, Triton,” she murmured, an embarrassed flush creeping into her cheeks.
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