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“All you had to do was ask,” I said and then devoured her perfect mouth with mine. Kissing my way down her neck, her breasts, her belly while I traced every curve of her warm, wet flesh with my fingertips, teasing, stroking as I went down on my knees, pushing her back on the small ledge, her back against the stone column.
I slid the edge of her dress above her panties, looped her leg around my shoulder, and then with one last glance to make sure she was watching, buried my head between her thighs.
Chapter 19
Mia wished she hadn’t liked touching Angelos, but she had. Oh, how she had! The thought of it shamed her, how she had reveled in the warm, taut skin of his legs, the coarse hair of his firm chest, leading down to the hard bulge beneath his pants. She hadn’t touched that! Though she’d wanted to. Her cheeks pinkened at the memory and she sipped at her lemonade, flicking her toes into the edge of the pool.
- One Week with the Greek
CALLIE
In my whole life, I’d never experienced anything more erotic than the sight of Nikos’s dark head between my legs. I was panting in anticipation, unable to tear my eyes from his as his large fingers spread me wide. Then his tongue was on me, in me, like a molten flame, igniting every nerve in my body.
Now, I’d been eaten out before, usually after some heavy negotiating, never with such delectation, like he was savoring each slow, seeking lick. With each drag of his tongue over my pussy, it felt like he was worshipping me.
The intensity of it alone was going to make me come too fast. I was nearly there, my legs shaking, and he hadn’t even gotten to my clit yet. He seemed to sense that I was close, slowing down,pressing small kisses to my inner thigh, before delving back to my entrance, fucking me with his tongue. Jesus, how did he learn to do that?
My back arched against the stone column and my hand ran through his soft dark curls. Was this happening? Was I really splayed out on the ruins of an ancient temple, exposed for the whole world to see, about to come on the tongue of the man I hated? It was too much. Too much. I was moaning like a porn star, my sobs carried by the wind, and didn’t fucking care. I existed on a cellular level now, everything centered around the white-hot center of pleasure between my legs.
His large hand pressed against my thigh, opening me wider while his long, thick fingers slid back inside me curling against an especially sensitive spot. My G-spot? I thought that was a myth, like the Holy Grail or something. No one had ever found it before, not even my expensive sex toy. But wouldn’t you know he would discover it. Son of a bitch!
Thunder rumbled in the distance as the pressure built behind my spine, warmth spreading over my belly. My eyes rolled back in my head. Ah fuck, I was going to come all over his face.
“Eyes on me,” he growled. “I want you to remember this moment when you’re playing with your toys later.”
He flattened his tongue over my clit, just the perfect amount of pressure, before closing his lips around it and sucking. I came hard, my orgasm rolling through me like the storm clouds over the sea. I shook from it, closed my eyes as I spiraled up and then down, warm and boneless, his mouth still on me as I rode through the aftershocks.
It was too much. How dare he make me feel so amazing?
I pushed him away roughly, sliding down on top of him, until I was straddling him, my pussy bare on his cock, hard behind the barrier of his briefs.
I kissed him until we were both breathless. He tasted like anise and me. Then I pushed at his shoulders, pinning him down on the ground, bracing myself against his shoulders as I rocked against him. I knew he had already been close, and it wouldn’t take much to push him over the edge.
“Can you feel me through these?” I plucked at the waistband of his briefs as I ground into him. He felt so damn good, big and warm, the hard rise of his shaft rubbing against my still-sensitive clit. The goal had been to make him come in his briefs, but before I knew it my pussy was clenching, and another orgasm rocked though me. He gripped my hips hard, groaning as his cock throbbed against me, and I collapsed on top of him.
After a few minutes, my breathing calmed and I slowly came back to reality. Nikos was holding me against him, stroking my hair. No, no, this was not a good idea. This was not allowed. I rolled away and turned my back to him as I readjusted my dress.
When I glanced back at him over my shoulder, he was sitting with his hands hanging over his bent knees, slack and still breathless like he’d just run a marathon.
“God,” I groaned. “Did you have to be good at this too?”
The corner of his mouth quirked up. I couldn’t help but stare at those lips that had completely destroyed me.
“I’ve always been an overachiever.” He stood up, adjusting his fly, pulling down his shirt that had ridden up over his abs and the tantalizing trail of dark hair leading to the waistband of his pants.
I turned around and bit my finger. This was so bad in so many ways.
“The second part of the storm is coming,” he said. “We should get back.”
He held his hand out and, miraculously, I was able to stand on my wobbly legs. He untied the horse from the tree and led itover to me. “Are you really going to carry me down the mountain on your steed?”
“My steed?” He patted his knee for me to use to hoist myself up. “You’ve been reading too many romance novels again. But, yeah, you can ride my steed anytime.”
“You’re going to be even more insufferable now, aren’t you?” I said as he hoisted himself up behind me.
We set off down the hill and I hated how good it felt to have his arms loose around me and my back supported against him. “If you mention this to anyone, I will castrate you.”
“I won’t tell anyone,” he assured me, and weirdly I thought I detected a note of sadness in his voice. We found Sokratis as we reached the bottom of the hill.
