Текст книги "Reckless"
Автор книги: Devon Hartford
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Chapter 8
SAMANTHA
When we brought the box of condoms to the cashier, I decided to woman-up and proudly pay for them myself.
The cashier looked sort of like my dad, but had a mustache. Although this made me fidgety and uncomfortable, I was determined to go through with it. I almost blurted, “I’m buying condoms because my boyfriend and I are going to have sex right now.” Instead, I said, “We’re going to fill these up and have a water balloon fight.”
I grimaced because I half expected the guy to ask what we were going to fill them with. Eww.
Christos rubbed the small of my back while we walked to my car. “Well done, Samantha. That wasn’t so bad, was it?”
“Except for the fact the cashier reminded me of my dad.”
“I noticed that.”
“Now it’s like my dad knows I’m about to have sex.”
“I’m pretty sure that guy doesn’t know your dad, but I can run back inside and give him your parents’ number, if you want,” Christos joked. “He can call them and let them know.”
“No, don’t!”
“Totally kidding,” he smiled.
I huffed a sigh, “Is it possible to have my anxiety surgically removed?” I asked.
“I don’t think so. But my bet is that you’re going to forget your own name in about an hour. An hour after that, you won’t even know what planet you’re on. And then…”
“Whoa, how long does sex take? I thought it was like ten or fifteen minutes, tops.”
“Maybe with an ordinary mortal,” he winked. “You might want to consider clearing you calendar for the rest of the week.”
“Get in the car!” I ordered. “Now!”
“Yes, ma’am,” he grinned, and casually swung himself into the passenger seat of my VW.
If there were any stops signs or red lights between the grocery store and my apartment, I may have skipped one or two of them.
I was burning up when I pulled into my parking space and turned off the car. My nipples were tight against the cups of my bra. My panties were noticeably damp. I squirmed in my seat while my heart raced. I looked over at Christos.
“So, um, from this point forward,” I said nervously, “you’re pretty much in charge, because I have no idea how this is supposed to work.”
He leveled a penetrating gaze at me. “You’re sure?”
“Yes.”
“Well, you still have the safe word, just in case.”
“You mean grapes?” I asked.
“Yeah.”
“I don’t think I’m going to need any fruit tonight. I’ve got you,” I winked.
“You going to peel my banana?”
“What?” I was confused. “Oh! No! Gross!”
He chuckled as we got out of the car. I held the bag with the condoms in my hand.
“Stay right there.”
“Okay.”
Christos came around to my side and picked me up. I wrapped my legs around his waist and we instantly started kissing. His tongue probed deeply into my mouth. I welcomed it. Our tongues danced and explored as our lips twisted wetly together.
We continued kissing while he carried me up the stairs to my apartment.
“I have to warn you,” he cautioned, “once we walk through this door, you may never want to come out.”
“I’m okay with that.”
Christos carried me inside and with a soft click, closed the door behind us.
I don’t know how long we made out in the living room with Christos holding me in his arms. My legs got tired at some point, but the way his strong hands cupped my ass made me want to stay right where I was. Not because I was scared to go further, but because he was kneading my ass, which sent pleasurable jolts rocketing throughout my entire body.
I was vaguely aware of the fact that his rock hard arms were like steel, and he never seemed to tire, like he could hold me up forever. His unshakable strength made me even hotter.
Eventually, I did drop the bag of condoms on the floor.
Christos gave a throaty chuckle. “Maybe we should use those.”
“I’m ready when you are,” I smiled.
He squatted down, still holding me with one arm, picked up the bag, and carried me into my bedroom.
He set me down on the bed and looked at me. He was so impressively tall. From this angle, he looked like a mountain towering above me.
“Are you nervous?” he asked softly.
“A little,” I said in a quavering voice. By a little, I meant more nervous than I’ve ever been in my entire life.
He sat down on the bed beside me. He no longer felt imposing. He felt protective. His hand stroked my cheek, brushing my hair aside. “It’s okay, agápi mou. Right now, I bet your head is telling your heart to be careful. It’s trying to protect it the best way it knows how. But I think if you look into your heart, you will realize how much I love you.”
I gazed up into his eyes. “I do love you, Christos. More than I know how to say. I love you…but I’m still nervous.” I was afraid my reluctance would break the fledgling magical enchantment that surrounded us and ruin the mood before we could go all the way. At the same time, I was frightened of what was supposed to come next between a man and woman in love.
“You know what?” he asked.
I suddenly feared the worst.
“You just need to relax. You’re never going to enjoy this if you don’t.”
“That’s what I’m afraid of,” I murmured while my eyes teared. I covered my face with my hands. I didn’t want him to see my fear.
I felt gentle fingers on my wrists, pulling my hands away.
“Don’t worry, agápi mou. I’ll show you how. Lie down.”
My heart seized, afraid of what came next. Old memories of Damian punched my heart.
Bitch. Slut. Whore…
I wanted to sob, but I did my best to hold it back.
Christos looked at me with ultimate concern in his eyes. “What is it, agápi mou?”
“It’s Damian,” I hitched, “I can’t stop thinking about that night. Like it’s happening right now. Like, any second, I might change my mind, and if I do, you’ll get angry and yell at me and throw me out.”
He smiled. “I can’t throw you out of your own apartment.” His grin was so friendly, so comforting, it calmed me. “Besides, Lamian isn’t in this room. It’s just the two of us.”
I giggled when he said “Lamian.” He was right. I didn’t want phantoms from my past invading my present. I steeled myself and did my best to prepare. “Okay, I’m ready.”
“You’re not relaxing.”
“I…I don’t know how!” I pleaded, about to shed tears.
“You will in a second. Turn over.”
“What?” I was scared to death, convinced my nervousness was going to ruin all of this.
SAMANTHA
“I’m going to give you a massage,” Christos said. He stood up and pulled his boots off, then slid my shoes off my feet before climbing back onto the bed.
“Oh.” I rolled onto my stomach. His weight shifted then I felt warm, powerful hands squeeze the muscles around my neck and shoulder blades through my t-shirt in a pulsating rhythm. “Oh!”
“You like that?” I heard him grinning.
“Yes. It’s…exquisite.”
“Good.”
He continued massaging, pressing, releasing, squeezing, relaxing. It was so soothing. Then his hands slid down my back, sending a jolt through my body. They changed direction at my pelvis and pushed back up toward my neck. He did this repeatedly, like he was forcing the bad energy out the top of my head. I sighed about a hundred times. It felt really, really good.
His hands continued their pattern, but he added another piece. When his palms reach my shoulder blades, they circled out and down my arms. His skin touched mine and I shivered. I felt goose bumps prickling up the backs of my arms. I shivered from head to toe.
After awhile, he changed things up again, and pressed his thumbs deeply into the knots between my shoulder blades.
“Oh, god,” I blurted.
“Right there?” he chuckled.
“How did I get so tense?”
He laughed. “You’re probably like this all the time and never notice.”
“What?”
“This is your normal state. Or at least, it’s what you’ve become accustomed to. I’m trying to work you down to a more relaxed state. One you probably haven’t experienced since you were a little kid.”
I scoffed. “I doubt I was relaxed, even as a kid. You’ve met my parents.”
“You might be right. I guess that means you’re in for a treat. I’m going to knead all these knots out of your body until you’re a heap of floppy flesh.”
“Eww!” I giggled.
“You’re going to love it,” he purred as he slid his hands down and firmly clenched my ass.
I jerked as jolty pleasure sizzled in my hips.
He slid his hands down the sides of my legs, then pressed firmly as he slid his palms up the backs of them. His thumbs dug into the bottom of my butt, pressing up around my tail bone and finally curving across the crests of my pelvis. Lightning bolts coursed out from his fingertips, or my tense muscles, I wasn’t sure which.
“Oh, wow. Keep doing that.”
“You like having an ass massage?”
“Am I a slut if I say yes?”
“Only if you want to be,” he joked.
I giggled. “Can we do this every day?” I asked hopefully.
“Yes.”
There was such finality to the way he said it, I knew I could have this any time I wanted it. Which would be daily. Well, maybe only three times a week. He was doing such a good job, I doubted I’d need it more often than that.
Wow.
Christos continued his firm hand-motions around my ass. Every time he did, he went harder, causing my pelvis to tip forward with each thrust, then tip back as he released. I almost felt like I was being taken from behind, in the conventional sense of the term. Yet I was still fully clothed, and I’m pretty sure my panties were going to be soaked before the massage was over, or in the next two seconds, whichever came first.
Christos shifted his weight around on the bed again as he stood up.
“Where are you going?” I begged. “Are we done?”
“Just getting started. Your feet need some love to.”
“Oh,” I said, relieved.
His weight pressed down on the bed near the bottom and he took one of my feet in his hands and laid it on his thigh. Thumbs slid across the sole of my foot, fingers caressed the sides, pressure, then release, pulsing motions toward my toes, electricity swirling to life then exiting in every direction.
“Uhhhh.” It was all I could manage to say.
After all the muscles in my foot felt creamy and relaxed, he repeated the process on the other side. Then he pressed down on the backs of my calves with considerable weight and rolled his hands toward my ankles several times.
When he was done, he shifted again and sat down on the backs of my legs while he forcefully pressed what I think were his forearms up my lower back, on either side of my spine. It was delicious.
Every time he pressed down and slid upward I moaned, “Oooohhhh,” like he was squeezing the sounds out of my body.
Slowly, I realized that his pelvis was now pressing against the ass of my jeans with every forward thrust. My immediate response was to arch my back, thrusting my butt into him.
“Mmmm, I think you’re starting to get warmed up,” he purred.
“Starting to? I’ve already melted. I’m a puddle of butter. I don’t think I’ve ever been so relaxed.” I pushed back with my hips, trying to somehow bridge the distance between his flesh and mine, but our clothes still blocked passage.
“Do me a favor, agápi mou?”
“Anything, love.”
“For now, keep relaxing. Lie still. I want to squeeze every drop of tension out of you.”
“But, Christos, I want you to feel good too.”
“You have no idea how much I’m enjoying this.”
“Really? But you’re doing all the work.”
“It’s simple The more relaxed you get, the bigger the smile on my face gets.”
“And other things” I asked. “Are they getting bigger too?”
“We’re talking sperm whale back here,” he chuckled.
“Thar she blows, Cap’n Ahab! ’Tis Moby Dork!” I laughed.
“Exactly.”
I eased my hips back down to the bed and he continued to knead the tension out of my back. He paused from his big motions to gently rub my neck with one hand. Oddly, I felt my throat suddenly relax. I didn’t know your throat could relax. “How did you do that?” I asked. My voice came out uncharacteristically breathy. I didn’t know I could sound like that. I had bedroom voice! Oh, wait. Getting excited. Stay relaxed.
“Do what?” he mused.
“Relax my voice?”
“Your neck and throat are one big unit. It’s all connected. Now it’s time to turn over.” He went up on all fours.
I spiraled beneath him and stared into his eyes. In the faint glow of my nightstand lamp, they were a deep ocean blue. Bottomless. Like his devotion. “Hi,” I said huskily. “Do you like my sexy voice?”
He grinned. “The sexiest ever.” He slid his palms down my cheeks, across the sides of my neck, down my chest and across my breasts. Oh, my. Fireworks ignited in them and my nipples popped, straining tightly inside my bra.
“I should take my bra off, don’t you think?”
“Do we dare?” he winked.
I grinned. “Yes.”
He slid his hand expertly under my shirt and up my back. I arched and he unhooked it in a single motion.
I narrowed my eyes and said, “You’re way too good at that.”
“Practice makes perfect, just like my massaging skills.”
“Is that a good thing?” I asked doubtfully.
“Have you ever had a bad massage?”
“I’ve never even had a massage, until now.”
“A bad massage either feels like the masseuse isn’t doing anything, or like they’re cranking down on your muscles with pliers while trying to peel your skin off with sandpaper. I can recreate both, if you want to test it out.”
“No, I’ll opt for the good massage.”
“You sure?” He began tickling my ribs with feather fingers.
“Stop! Good massage! The kind only experience brings!” I giggled.
He smiled and slid his hands down my flat stomach.
“I think I want to take my bra off,” I said nervously. “Do you mind?”
“Not at all,” he said warmly. “Whatever makes you most comfortable, agápi mou.”
I wiggled out of my bra and pulled it through my sleeve before tossing it on the floor.
“Better?” he asked.
I nodded.
The heels of his hands pressed gently down the center of my rib cage and fanned gently outward as he reached my pelvis.
“Mmmmm,” I moaned.
Then his hands slid up my sides, again tickling my ribs, but not nearly as intensely as a moment ago. It was electric. His palms circled my breasts and squeezed them softly through my shirt, then slid back down my stomach, his thumbs tracing down my center line and dancing over my navel.
Christos moved his body down toward my feet as his hands slid across the tops of my thighs, his thumbs prying between my inner thighs. He did this repeatedly and I felt an ember begin to glow between my legs. I slowly lost track of time as that ember ignited into a fire. He kept going, his thumbs now rubbing across my womanhood through my jeans, stroking mesmerizingly in longer and harder semi-circles until the fire in my pelvis was a roaring blaze.
My thighs had completely relaxed and opened to allow him free access. I was so ready.
“Christos?” I moaned.
“Yes, agápi mou?”
“I need you. Inside me. Now.”
“Your wish is my command,” he smiled cockily.
Cocky was good. I was all about the cock at that moment.
I had no idea what I was even talking about!
COCK!!!!!
SAMANTHA
Christos sat up and slid his shirt over his head. His abs were the first thing I saw. Evenly spaced, rigid, hard. Like armor. I stroked my fingers across them. I couldn’t wait for his shirt to come off.
“Mmmm,” he moaned. “Like those?”
“Love those,” I whispered. “Yummy to the millionth power.”
Now his shirt was up over his head, revealing his amazing chest with its soft, downy hair. My hands slid up, following the shirt, and I traced the script of his “Fearless” tattoo as he pulled the shirt all the way over his head. He tossed it to the floor and lowered his hands to his thighs.
I reached up to touch his massive shoulders and arms. I marveled at the intricate tattoos on both. He was so damn hot.
I grinned, “Christos, do you ever notice how hot you are?”
“I—”
I pressed my finger to his lips. “Of course you do.” I smiled.
He slid his hands under my ass, pulled my hips toward his. One hand supporting my back, he sat me up on his lap. I wrapped my legs around his waist, our chests inches apart.
I didn’t resist when he lifted my shirt over my head. It joined Christos’ shirt on the floor. I looked at our two shirts in a tangle on my rug. Somehow, they were sordidly symbolic. Christos and I were about to be similarly tangled.
My breasts were now fully exposed, my nipples tight with need. I leaned forward until they pressed against Christos.
Christos tipped his head back enough to gaze at my breasts. “Fuck, you are so totally fine, Samantha. You are perfect. Damn, you are unbelievable. Do you realize how hot you are?” he asked, biting his lower lip and wrinkling his nose with animalistic desire.
I was too shy to respond.
“When Mattel was making the Barbie doll,” he smiled, “they called God and asked him for your measurements.”
I rolled my eyes. “I think Mattel should file a cease and desist order against that joke.”
We laughed together.
“Let me put it another way,” Christos said, “every time I look at you, Samantha, I’m reminded of how perfect you are in every respect. Every last bit of you, inside and out. Your flawless skin, your tender heart. Your perfect curves and your unbridled joy. Your alluring eyes and your gorgeous laughter. You are the epitome of beauty, you are the ideal to which all women aspire. Your physical beauty makes Aphrodite weep with envy. She doesn’t have what you have. No other woman on this planet, or goddess above, does.” He let his words linger.
I was speechless, to say the least. My mouth hung open and I clamped it shut before a moth or whatever flew into it.
“So, should we take our pants off now?” he smiled cockily.
“Uh, yeah!” I joked.
“You wanna go first?”
“No, I’ll let you.” I lifted my legs and he slid his feet onto the floor.
He unbuckled his belt and pushed his pants down, then pulled them off. He was now down to socks and boxers. He stood up and faced me.
I savored every inch of him with my eyes. He was unbelievably constructed from top to bottom. His powerfully muscled legs were the pillars that supported his sleek, narrow hips. Wedging out from his pelvis were his rugged abs, the foundation for his massive chest and shoulders. His muscled arms hung at his sides like steel girders. And those god damn tattoos! Why were they so unbelievably sexy?!? On top of it all, like a golden monument, was that perfect face, angelic and devilish at the same time.
His eyes shone into me and I felt the heat between my legs intensify.
My eyes gravitated back toward the rod of iron hidden beneath his boxers, which were tented out comically. I stifled a laugh. Was I ruining the mood again? I couldn’t help myself. One step at a time.
“How many rings do you have in that circus tent of yours?” I giggled.
“Three,” he grinned. “Dancing elephants in one, lion taming in another, and a tiny car with a bunch of clowns hanging out in the last. Take your pick.”
“Are the clowns blowing bugles?” I smiled.
“No,” he frowned, “they’re girl clowns, and they’re blowing skin flutes.” He shook his head, smirking. “Come on, you were supposed to pick lion-taming. How is a crowded clown car sexy?”
“I can’t help it! I like clowns!” I laughed.
“You are so wrong,” he smiled his dimpled smile. “Now, quit stalling.”
It didn’t take long for my laughter to fade as I continued to take in his amazing body. His nearly naked, aroused, throbbing…BODY! His body! I was only looking at his body!
He stood in front of me smiling, enjoying the way my eyes were devouring him. “Your turn, agápi mou.”
I wrinkled my nose. “Um…you’re still wearing your socks.”
He peeled each one off.
All that was left between me and his clown bugle…were his boxers. My nerves rattled again, although not nearly as loudly as before my massage. I stalled anyway, looking for the most obvious distraction. “What about your boxers? You haven’t taken them off!” Suddenly, I realized this strategy was not going to help my nerves.
He slid his boxers down and stepped out of them casually.
Holy shit.
I mean, I’d seen it. I’d touched it, I’d shared a bed with it and Christos. Yes, it seemed sort of like a third person that snuggled between us at night. Because it was so very, very large. And it was pointing right at me. Like a cruise missile, laser sights targeting my…oh, my.
He smirked, and chuckled. Obviously, he was reading my mind. Or his guided missile had sonar, radar, and ESP-ar.
“Your turn,” he grinned. “Do you need help?”
“I’m pretty sure I can’t even move.” My eyes were glued to his Member’s Only Member, a club to which I was about to gain admittance. “I’m going to need some help, I think.”
I sat up on the edge of the bed, topless, braless, my breasts inches from his Holy Manhood, Batman.
I unsnapped my jeans and leaned back on the bed, propped on my elbows. “Care to help a damsel in distress?”
“I’m about to steal your virtue, young lady. Is this the sort of assistance you require?” he winked. “Or should we stop off at the vineyard for some…”
I shook my head.
He leaned over and tugged at the sides of my jeans, pulling them slowly down, leaving my panties behind, thank goodness. My jeans passed over my thighs…oh my god…over my knees. No going back. He stopped when they were bunched around my ankles.
Then he knelt down and raised one of my feet a few inches off the carpet, holding the sole in his hand almost like he was about to do the glass slipper routine. Instead, he carefully peeled my jeans off one foot, then the other. Prince Charming.
My panties were my only protection. Suddenly shy, I plopped back on the bed and crossed my arms over my breasts as my most pressing issue came up once again. And I didn’t mean the pink torpedo shooting out from between Christos’ legs.
“You know, Christos,” I said, my sexy bedroom voice replaced by a trembling one. “I’m still a virgin.”
“I know,” he whispered, still kneeling at my feet. He rested a comforting hand on my knee.
“And you’re not.” I winced when I said it, dropping my head onto the bed and staring at the ceiling. I teared instantly. Why did this bother me so much? I had no explanation. But I was tremendously sad, as if I’d lost something before ever finding it.
Christos crawled onto the bed and laid beside me. He propped himself on one elbow and gazed at me.
He stroked my hair out of my face and smiled at me in a small, private, intimate way. There was a sudden softness to his face that was new to me. It was perhaps the most beautiful expression I’d ever seen on another human being. I took several deep breaths, and really took in the look of loving compassion in his eyes. It was tremendously comforting. He was completely vulnerable and open to me in that moment.
As he opened his mouth to speak, my heart raced out of control. I think I feared what came next, simply because it was the unknown.
“I’ve never given my heart to anyone, agápi mou. You are my first. And you will be my last. You are my forever.”
My heart stopped. I couldn’t believe my ears.
The universe collapsed in on itself.
Somehow, on an atomic level, I knew his words were the truth. He was truth.
Oh my god.
I knew then that he could take my virginity. I was ready to let him.
I reached up to caress his cheek. My hand trembled. I could barely speak as my tears flowed freely. I whispered, “Christos, I, I love you, so much, I…”
He gazed into my soul, his eyes alight with brilliant, abundant love. His lips curled into a dimpled smile, but the customary cockiness was not there. Only warmth, acceptance, certainty, and love.
Love.
My heart slowed and my breath returned. I realized that I was not about to let Christos take my virginity. I was willingly giving it to him, giving my gift to the one man to whom it truly belonged, for him to treasure and protect forever.
I was filled with a warm, soothing confidence that this gift I was about to give to Christos was unique, and this moment would never be repeated in my entire life. Or his. It only happened once. For either of us.
This was it.
This was true love.
Christos lowered his lips to mine and began kissing me.
Interlude
SAMANTHA
We kissed passionately for a long time. Our lips were joined, our tongues entwined, our hearts united. His hands stroked my face, his murmurs caressed my soul. We kissed increasingly deeply, our passion growing and expanding to encircle both of us, blocking out the outside world.
All that existed was Christos and myself.
I was scared, but I had never felt safer. Worried, but confident that Christos was the only man on Earth who could protect my tender heart. I was fearful, but the connection I felt with Christos gave me courage. My heart had been empty for so long, but now I felt it filled to completion. With Christos.
At last.
His hand slid down my naked chest and his fingers brushed across my nipples, stopping on one, gently plucking and twisting. My nipple ached with succulent hardness. I moaned softly, our lips still together, and he swallowed my passion.
His powerful hand kneaded the entirety of my full breast. Swirls of pleasure whirlpooled around it before dissolving throughout my body.
It felt so incredibly good.
Without breaking our kiss, he slid his knee over my legs and was hovering above me, sitting astride his heels. He massaged both my breasts simultaneously. I was consumed by his mouth. His tongue fought with mine, filling me.
I felt my other nipple pinched. I gave into electric sensation as another maelstrom of energy erupted out from the center of this breast, and the two currents of energy now swirling in each co-mingled and pulsed down to my core. My sudden awareness of my own heat between my legs alerted me to a foreign, throbbing presence. His immense length was laying across my panties, a thin filament of cotton between his manhood and my womanhood.
I wanted it. I needed it.
“Are you ready?” he asked.
“Yes.”
He reached over to the nightstand and opened the box of condoms. He pulled one out, tore the package, and squeezed the tip while rolling it onto the length of his erection.
His smile curled up mischievously as he hooked his fingers through the waistband of my panties. “It’s your last chance to abandon ship before this submarine submerges.”
I blurted laughter. It rolled out long and loud. Soon, Christos was laughing with me. He hovered over me on all fours, his arms two stout columns on either side of my face. I inhaled the scent of him on the breeze of his laughter. He was so sweet, in every way, to all of my senses. Sight, sound, taste…touch. I was finally ready for the ultimate touch. Christos was the perfect man, perfectly erect, right between my legs.
“Dive, Captain, Dive! Pull those panties off!” I said in my version of a soldier’s voice, “before they catch fire!” I giggled again.
He made “Wee-Ooh, wee-ooh” noises as he slid my panties down.
As corny as the moment was, I honestly didn’t think I could possibly have crossed that final line of allowing myself to be exposed so fully to him if I hadn’t been laughing the entire time. Wasn’t humor supposed to be an aphrodisiac? I could testify to its seductive effects.
Christos sat up and dangled my panties over the side of the bed and gave me a questioning look, my final opportunity for reprieve.
I nodded.
He dropped my panties to the floor. I half expected them to explode like a bomb when they hit the carpet, but they merely shushed into a heap on top of our other castoff clothes.
Christos looked into my eyes for a long time. His were so infinitely blue, endless, limitless. They slowly darkened, all lightness gone as naked desire lowered his lashes over their smoky, shadowy depths.
He inhaled and exhaled heavily.
“I want you more than I have ever wanted anything, Samantha. You are the woman I have dreamed about all my life, but never found. You are the peace I have longed for. You are the home I’ve never had. You are the reassurance that life is beautiful, that life has purpose, that my time on this earth with you is the most precious gift in existence.”
My heart exploded with love.
I held my arms out to him and he lowered himself on top of me. I opened my heart to him completely. My legs parted freely. He lay back down at my side, his knee draped over my thigh. I wasn’t sure what was going to happen next until his hand reached over and began caressing my wet cleft. His index finger slid up and down my entrance, teasing it open, spreading my slickness around as his finger pushed and explored.
We weren’t kissing, but we stared into each other’s eyes while his finger probed deeper and deeper. I wasn’t aware of how deeply he’d gone until I felt his knuckles brush against my wetness. Then he withdrew his finger slowly. No! I wanted his finger back!
Then two fingers slid inside me and I shuddered and moaned, “Oh, it’s so good, Christos…”
He began an easy rhythm with his hand. Pleasure wound up inside my pelvis at an alarming speed. I was going to come. There was no stopping it. I tried to hold his gaze, but my body bucked as my head lifted from the pillow and my eyelids fluttered. I couldn’t, it was so, the pleasure, so intense, oh god, it was…
I moaned. “Cah, cah, cah, Christos…”
“Let it out, agápi mou. Let it all out.”
I groaned and writhed and squirmed on the bed as his fingers plunged in and out, over and over again.
“Huh, huh, huh,” I breathed as pleasure pounded throughout my body, my orgasm humming through my very bones.
Then his thumb circled my clitoris and a firestorm hailed through my body in electric ecstasy. The sensations intensified as his thumb persisted, pleasure ricocheting throughout my body, tickling my teeth, my toes, even my fucking fingernails, with fluttery sweetness.
His fingers continued their unrelenting slip and slide, in and out.
I was coming again. Another wave of overwhelming orgasm rippled up and down my body. I was gone. Lost. Stolen away to the most incredible destination a man and a woman could know together.
The crashing waves continued for I don’t know how long, or for how many orgasms. I lost count.
I had never had anything remotely approaching this kind of sexual experience.
And this was only the beginning.
His fingers slid slowly out of me.
I tingled and my head spun and I was dizzy and lightheaded and didn’t know up from down or left from right.
But I was aware of Christos lowering his weight on top of me. My legs were wide open.
Welcome home.
His arms pillared around my shoulders, he was a massive Grecian temple erected around me, and I was his place of worship. Consecrated ground. The sacredness of this moment silenced all fears with a sense of eternal love, support, protection, comfort, and peace. Eternal peace. In that moment, I felt I’d unwittingly discovered the meaning of life.
