Aphrodite was lighty snoozing on the couch in front of the flickering television when she heard C.J. open the door to their apartment.

"Hey, cutey," C.J. called out, his voice a bit hoarse from his run.

Aphrodite's eyes fluttered open to see C.J. standing in the doorway, his chest heaving from the exertion of his run. The scent of sweat and the cool air from outside wrapped around him. She took in the sight of his lean, muscular frame, the sweat glistening on his skin. "Peeyoo," she said with a playful scrunch of her nose, "you're all stinky and sweaty."

C.J. chuckled, sauntering over to the couch "Maybe you've been on that couch too long," he said, a glint in his eye as he leaned down to kiss her forehead. The warmth of his breath and the faint smell of mint from his post-run gum stirred something in her. She'd already woken up, taken a bath, and flopped down on the couch with her breakfast. She was lazily watching whatever was on television and drinking a cup of herbal tea before she felt her heavy eyelids close. But seeing C.J. all hot and sweaty and feeling his soft kiss on her helped revive her.

"I had a hell of a run," he said, "and I've earned a little rest and... reward."

Aphrodite's eyes narrowed playfully as she pushed herself up to a sitting position. "Stinky boys get no rewards," she giggled, poking his toned abs. His muscles flexed beneath her fingertips, sending a jolt of excitement through her body. She knew all too well what he was hinting at, and she felt a twinge of desire building between her legs. Despite her teasing, the sight of him was alluring.

"Go take a shower, and maybe," she began, her voice trailing off with a seductive smile, as she ran her fingers down his stomach muscles to the waistband of his running shorts. "I'll think of a way to make it worth your while."

C.J.'s eyes lit up and he stepped back, taking off his sweaty shirt. Aphrodite's gaze traced the lines of his body, her heart rate increasing with every inch of bare skin he exposed. "Make it quick," she added, her voice a sultry whisper. "I might get tired of waiting."

C.J. raced into the shower, and Aphrodite took a moment to appreciate the view of his firm ass. She couldn't help but lick her lips at the thought of what was to come. She walked into their shared bedroom, her eyes landing on the mirror above their dresser. Her reflection stared back at her, her short, curly hair a mess from her nap, her chest rising and falling with the anticipation of what was to come. Her small, perky breasts, capped with hardened nipples, hinted at the desire within her.

She thought she looked cute in her early morning clothes -- a small pink crop top that showed off her tiny waist and pierced belly button, and a tight little pair of fleece shorts that did nothing to hide her growing member. She wore fluffy bunny slippers on her feet.

Her eyes traveled down her body to her tiny cock, already showing signs of life. She reached down to cup it gently, feeling it through the shorts and her silk panties. Her hand moved in a slow rhythm as she thought about the ways she could pleasure C.J. once he was clean. The idea of him, fresh from the shower, his body gleaming and ready for her touch, made her stomach flip.

The sound of the shower shutting off was like a starting gun, and Aphrodite's heart raced in anticipation. She heard the slap of his wet feet against the floor tiles, and C.J. emerged from the bathroom, a towel slung low around his waist, water droplets clinging to his sculpted chest and abs. His skin was flushed from the heat, and his eyes were dark with desire.

C.J. came over and took her in his arms, capturing her mouth in a soft, lingering kiss that spoke of his love and lust for her. Aphrodite melted into his embrace, her body responding eagerly to his touch as she reached down and pulled the towel away from his waist. "Let's get rid of this," she giggled, tossing it aside. "It's in the way."

Her eyes widened as his cock sprang free, already thick and hard and pulsing. She dropped to her knees, cupping his ass in her hands, feeling his firmness. Her eyes never leaving his, she slyly licked the length of his growing cock from tip to base and back to the tip. The salty taste of his pre-cum coated her tongue, and she savored the way his body reacted to her touch.

With a gentle sigh, Aphrodite turned her attention to C.J.'s smooth balls. They hung low and heavy, begging for her to give them the tender care she had his shaft. She took one into her mouth, rolling it around with her tongue, feeling the softness of his tender flesh. C.J.'s breath hitched as his fingers grabbed her, pulling her closer. She took the second ball into her mouth, suckling them both with an enthusiasm that had his knees buckling.

The sensation of her mouth on him had C.J. groaning. She knew he loved it when she took her time, submissively worshipping his balls. The way her tongue danced over the soft skin, the way she nibbled gently at the base of his cock, had him on the edge of his sanity. She grabbed the backs of his thighs, running her hands over their tight, taut muscles.

Her mouth worked its magic, sliding along the length of his cock, exploring every inch. She knew how to handle him, her lips tightening and loosening in perfect rhythm, her tongue swirling around his tip, flicking at the sensitive slit. C.J. groaned again, his hips jutting forward involuntarily, seeking more of her sweet warmth.

Aphrodite giggled around his cock, the vibrations sending waves of pleasure through his body. She reached down to cup her own growing cock in her panties, rubbing her hand back and forth. She pretended she had a clit, and pressed two fingers into her pelvic bone, sending shivers of delight through her. She did that several times, bringing herself close to shooting her load in her delicate panties of white lace. But, she thought, this is to please C.J., and she pulled her hand back, and pulled her head back a little as well.

Her eyes were gleaming with mischief. "Is that all you've got?" she murmured, her voice thick with desire. C.J. growled, his hands tightening in her hair as he guided her back to his cock. She took him in deep, her throat relaxing around his girth, the tip of his cock brushing the back of her throat.

The sound of her gags only spurred him on, his cock swelling with each passing second. Aphrodite's eyes watered, but she never took her gaze from his. Her cheeks hollowed out as she sucked harder, her saliva coating his length as she worked him over.

C.J.'s hips began to rock, his movements becoming more urgent. Aphrodite knew he was close, and she picked up the pace, her tongue swirling around his cock, her teeth grazing his shaft ever so slightly. The sensation was enough to send him over the edge, and when she sensed he was close, she pulled back a little, grabbing his shaft and wanking it, her tongue sliding under the tip, driving him over the edge. He exploded into her mouth, and she took it all, swallowing what she could, holding the rest inside her sweet lips until he stopped thrusting and slowed down. Soon, he was begging her to stop licking his now overly sensitive cock.

She giggled again and stuck out her tongue, showing his cum pooling on it. She smiled, closed her lips and made an obvious swallowing motion.

"Mmmm mmm mm,," she hummed. "Tasty."