“I’ll get you an amphitheater,” he promised, and her breath hitched as he slid his fingers against her clit. “Bigger than his. I’ll take you to the Red Rocks Amphitheater, would you like that?” He stopped moving his hand, drawing a frustrated whimper from her throat before she realised he was waiting for an answer.
“Hng – yes,” she gasped, and curled her toes, digging her fingertips into his shoulder when he started up again.
“It’ll just be you and me, and the sky, and the seats throwing your beautiful voice back at us.” He changed the pressure and the speed of his fingers as he spoke, and caught her nipple between two fingers of his other hand, his open mouth just over hers, lips barely touching. “That’s the kind of amphitheater fitting for my Melpomene, yes?”
“Yes,” she breathed, her fist clenched tight around his shirt as he held her on the brink of something devastatingly good. Apollo gave her his most vainglorious smile when she whined his name, and kissed her deeply, whispering promises and compliments till she came apart around his fingers.