by Kelly, Marie
“My family have always had a home here, and I like to holiday here every year...when I can” the last part said with a hint of sadness in his voice.
“I have homes all over the world, but I guess my main one would be in New York” he had finished, frowning slightly to see the myriad of emotions crossing her face.
“Is this a problem Sam” he had asked softly, seeing as she had looked down at her lap.
“I...I don’t know” she had finally answered, her eyes flying to his, not sure how to phrase her feelings.
“I guess that it makes me uncomfortable ........ You come from a very different world than me”.
Dante had frowned, strangely disappointed at her obvious lie, though part of him relieved that she had finally shown herself to be the woman he had expected.
“Does it matter what worlds we come from, we like each other do we not?”
His eyes quickly flicking to her as he had driven the short journey to his home, seeing as Samantha had given a nervous smile.
“I guess so” she had replied softly, looking gently back at him “and I do like you very much Dante”.
His hand had moved to cover hers, giving it a quick squeeze, before turning into the driveway of his villa. Sam had gasped in wonder seeing his home, her eyes shining at how magnificent it was. White with the terracotta roofs of so many of the village homes, that was where the similarities ended. The villa was exquisite with two floors and balconies coming from most of the upstairs rooms. The building sat close to the edge of the hillside overlooking the other side of the island from that which the girls had been staying.
She had felt as Dante had opened her door for her, aware that she had been staring at the building, quickly moving to stand by him.
“Wow”, she had managed with wonder “I do not think I have ever seen a building so beautiful” she had whispered, her eyes wide with that wonder. For some inexplicable reason he had felt happy that she approved of his home, grinning as he had taken her hand in his moving to the large wooden door.
“Wait till you see the inside” he had chuckled.
True to his word, Sam had been awe-inspired by the inside of the house, her training in design and art giving her a real appreciation of the way all of the elements had been brought together so skilfully to create such a sophisticated yet homely interior. With another grin he had been glad that she approved, impressed as she had been able to name so many of the designer artists that his interior designer had used when he had updated it two years previously.
“You know your stuff” he had smiled, seeing as she had smiled back nodding.
“Yeah, I want to set up my own interior design business eventually” she had chuckled, as he had nodded.
“I can see you doing well in that” he had responded, as he had shown her around the different rooms in the lower level, the two ending up in a large living room. Opening a bottle of expensive champagne, he had poured her one, taking a non alcoholic drink for himself, Sam smiling seeing this.
Together they had moved out to the garden, Dante guiding her gently around the path, his hand resting warmly on the base of her spine, Sam feeling the pleasure from this simple touch. As they had made their way to the side of the hill the sun had been slowly dropping, Dante pulling her to one specific spot as he had stood behind her, his arms moving around her shoulders, pulling her into him, his head resting on her head.
“Wait” he had said, his voice full of mystery as she had silently stayed still in his embrace, enjoying the feel of him.
As the sun had finally dropped into the sea, she had gasped, not aware as she had held her breath with the wonder of natures show taking place right before her eyes. As the night had erupted into bright colours, oranges, reds, purples all filling the sky. She had been unaware as her hands had lifted to her mouth, her eyes shining brightly.
Dante had continued holding her for several seconds feeling the wonder from her before turning her around in his arms, his eyes looking down at hers, seeing the light from the skies reflected in them.
“I thought you would like to see this” he had whispered huskily, seeing as her lips had parted gently, her small tongue flicking over her soft lips. Unable to stop himself his head had dipped, his teeth capturing her bottom lip, sucking it gently as she had shuddered in his arms, her hands moving to fan out over his broad chest. With a tortured groan he had released her, his eyes showing the need within him at that moment.
His voice husky he had once more taken her hand, moving back to the house.
“What you do to me Samantha Trey” he had groaned.
“I think that dinner should be about ready” Sam feeling as once more her brain had seemed fuzzy with all the sensations filling her, giving him a smile back.
As they had moved into the dining room she had closed her eyes with pleasure smelling the delicious food inside the hostess cart which had been placed beside the large table. Two places had been set beside each other on one corner, with candles lighting the area, soft music playing in the background. In spite of her lack of experience even Sam had recognised the romantic trappings everywhere, looking shyly over at Dante, who had chivalrously pulled the seat back for her, before moving over to the trolley.
Returning he had placed the plates full of the scrumptious food she had smelt one before her the other him.
“As you can see......not cooked by me” he had grinned, as Sam had given him a mischievous look.
“Clearly” enjoying the sound of his deep laughter.
He had refilled her glass, the two taking their time eating, Samantha finding that she felt completely at ease with the handsome Greek as they had talked about anything and everything.
Looking sideways at him she had softly asked the question that had been on her mind since the previous evening emboldened no doubt by the champagne.
“So tell me Dante Durant, why is a man like you, rich, smart, intelligent and very very cute not married?”
She had seen as his eyebrow had risen at her forthrightness, his mouth curling into a small smile, before he had given a shrug.
“I guess I have never really met the right woman” he had replied, Samantha’s small laugh so pleasant to his ears.
“But, not for the lack of searching” she had chuckled, seeing his eyes twinkling back at her.
“Well......I never said I was a saint” he had laughed, his hands moving to cover hers, his fingers weaving through and lifting, kissing each one slowly in turn, Sam once more feeling the heat in her belly at his touch.
As they had both finished, he had led her into the main living room. Asking for her preference in music, all soft ballad choices she had noted, before he had taken her in his arms dancing with her to the soft tune, Sam resting her head onto his shoulder, her eyes closed as he had swayed softly holding her against him.
Sighing with contentment she had nuzzled in closer to him, feeling the deep rumble of his soft laughter as he had pulled her in tighter.
“Thank you for having dinner with me” he had spoken so gently against her hair, feeling her smiling against him.
“You are very welcome, although I have to admit Dante that you would have been eating alone if you had been cooking”, Dante once more chuckling, the two going quiet as they had enjoyed being in the other’s arms.
As the music had stopped he had moved them both to the large comfortable couch, Sam curling up beside him, as the two had laughed and joked with the other, neither noticing as time had slipped away. It was only as he had reached over to lift his soft drink that Sam had given a small groan.
“I didn’t realise it was so late” she had declared, Dante looking at his watch with surprise.
“Guess it’s true what they say, time flies when you are enjoying yourself” he had grinned, giving a sigh as he had risen to his feet.
“OK Cinderella better get you home” his hand moving to help her up. Nodding softly, Sam had stretched not realising as the dress had slightly separated her cleavage more visib
le, as the fire had once more sprung to his eyes. Seeing this look, she had felt the fire rise in her also, stretching her legs out on the couch, her arms moving above her head one leg bent over the other, the dress sliding down to reveal more of her long shapely legs. Looking up at him through half opened eyes she had seen as he had ran his fingers through his hair, groaning gently.
“Sam...I should get you home” he had repeated, his voice tight with the control it was taking not to join her on the couch.
“Kiss me” she had whispered softly, Dante seeing how sensual she looked, finally losing the small control he had as he had moved to join her, laying alongside her his mouth covering hers as finally he had kissed her. That was all it took for the passion the two had been fighting all night to explode, his kiss becoming more demanding drawing from her an equal response her fingers had racked through his hair, pulling him down harder, gasping feeling as his hands had flitted over her body as she had writhed under him. As his hands had caressed her breasts, she had felt her nipples harden, his thumb flicking them as she had felt the jolt of wetness between her legs, her breathing becoming so ragged. As he had pulled the dress to the side, pushing the lacy material under her firm breasts he had lifted his head, his eyes taking in her wonderful dusty nipples before his head had dropped, his mouth sucking in the tempting treat. Samantha had exploded crying out his name, feeling as his hand had taken hers moving it to the bulging hardness of him over the chinos.
As her hand had brushed against him she had heard him suck in a deep masculine breath, his eyes closing the pleasure written all over his features.
“Sam, God Sam” he had muttered, his voice tortured.
“I should take you home now” his voice almost inaudible, as she had clung to him, her face full of need, her eyes seeking out his.
“I want this” she had whispered softly,
“I know that this is only a holiday thing Dante, and I know not to expect more....but this just feels right to me...you feel right to me...I am not a stupid kid, and I know what I am getting into”.
With real feeling in her voice she had finished.
“And I want you Dante”.
“Are you sure?” he had whispered softly, seeing as she had nodded her head, a smile on her face.
“Yes”.
With that he had risen, this time bringing her with him, leading her up the stairs, both silent no more words needing to be said. Entering his bedroom she had breathed in the aroma of his aftershave her senses bombarded with all of him. Moving to the bed Dante had pulled her to him, his hands cupping her face as he had kissed her softly to start, Sam wrapping her arms around his waist their bodies melding into each other. With instincts so foreign to her, she had broken the kiss between them, moving back slightly from him as he had watched her with passion-filled eyes. With fingers that shook slightly, Sam had undone the small button on the wrap around dress she wore, shucking it off her shoulders and allowing the silky garment to slide silently to the floor. Dante had stood transfixed watching her, his eyes sliding over her perfect body, watching as she had removed her bra, seeing as her long hair had moved around her body covering her perfection, her hardened nipples peeking through the glorious curtain of shining hair.
With a masculine growl he had moved forward once more grasping her by the shoulder pushing her gently onto the bed, his hands stroking her body, his mouth moving to suck in her earlobe.
“I want you so badly Samantha Trey”.
The soft breath moving the delicate hairs in her ear, instantly sending tremors throughout her as her hand had moved to shakily start to unbutton his shirt, feeling as he had moved slightly to give her better access, his mouth now kissing down her neck, goose bumps rising all over her body.
As the shirt had lay open she had allowed her hand to trace the hard muscles of his stomach, her thumb mimicking his actions as she had moved to caress his chest, feeling as his nipples had hardened, hearing as he had whispered brokenly.
“Touch me” his hand once more guiding hers to the hardness of him over his trousers, jumping as she had this time ran her small hand over him, his breathing stalling as his head had spun with the sensations she was raising within him groaning as she had boldly flipped his button off and slid the zipper down. Dante could not believe the intensity of his need for this woman, this inexperienced woman, his hands moving to push her legs apart, his fingers delving into the small panties she wore feeling the wetness of her.
Samantha had allowed her hand to slide into his trousers, his hardness nudging at the back of her hand as he had sprung free of the restricting clothes Sam letting him slide into her hand, surprised to feel the silkiness of him as she had ran her hand over his length. She could hear as he had spoken soft words in Greek, his tone full of frustration as his hips had moved with her before she had cried out, as one finger had pushed its way inside her, Samantha gasping for air as her eyes had flown open.
“Oh my God” she had cried brokenly, his hand moving to stop her own hands actions, his breathing also so raggedly.
“You need to stop now” he had whispered brokenly, before pulling back and rising from her. Catching her breath she had watched as he had pulled off the shirt that hung on him, pushing down the trousers with determination before once more returning to her. Sam could only stare at his wonderful body, her eyes wide, the small hint of fear evident at the size of him as she had for the first time ever truly seen a man in his aroused state, and what a man he was.
As though sensing her fear Dante had given her a tender kiss, shocking her as he had slid down her body, pulling the panties down over her legs, his hands pulling her legs apart as his mouth had begun kissing inside her thighs. Samantha had gripped the bed sheets, her mouth open with no sound escaping her as she had tried to close her legs, feeling as he had prevented her, his mouth moving to the heat of her his tongue flicking inside her Sam going wild below him. She had writhed and bucked against his mouth in a manner so unfamiliar to her, completely unable to stop herself. His hands held her waist, keeping her down on the bed as his mouth had so expertly controlled her, Sam feeling as her hands had moved to entwine her fingers through his thick hair, the breath finally leaving her shocked mouth as she had panted uncontrollably.
As though sensing that she had lost all control, he had moved back up to kiss her, feeling as her fingers had clawed at him, his hands moving to open the bedside cabinet beside him. As she had moved her whole body to be closer to him, he had pulled back, Sam opening her eyes to see him slipping on protection before he had raised himself over her, her legs opening as though it were the most natural thing in the world, feeling as he had placed his head at the slick entrance of her, Sam totally out of her mind with the sensations ripping through her. She had called his name as his mouth had moved once more to kiss her, this time pulling the very air from her lungs as he had pushed into her, her nails digging deeply into his back at the feel of him before her eyes had opened in shock at the tearing pain as he had taken her virginity.
Dante was struggling not to bury himself so deeply into Sam, his need driving him further as he had pushed slowly into her, the sweat breaking out on his back his body shaking with the desire to drive harder into her. He had felt the resistance of her body, continuing his advance as she had gone still, gasping and whimpering softly. As she had tried to push him from her, he had continued to push until he had fully penetrated her tight body, his head spinning with the way he felt at that moment. With small strokes he had began to make love to her, feeling the shock melt away as her body had once more began to move below him, her small noises and pants driving him further, his strokes becoming longer and harder, before with a loud cry her body had grown stiff as she had climaxed below him, her hands grasping him clinging to his back.
Samantha had felt her head spin her whole body exploding under him as she had felt the shooting sensations flying from her belly to every part of her. She had only been partially aware as he had stroked harder and firmer into her, his sha
ft squeezed by her tight muscles as she had climaxed, before he too had taken one final thrust his body spasming as he had released deep within her, masculine grunts sending more tremors through her. The two had remained locked together for what seemed an age, both feeling the aftershocks of what had just happened, before he had collapsed heavily on her, his sweat-slick body heaving to catch his breath, both of them panting loudly to regain the steady rhythm of their hearts.
Raising his head with wonder, he had seen how she seemed to glow with complete happiness, groaning as his mouth had sought hers, needing to kiss her, needing to ...he did not know what. Dante Durant had felt complete shock at what had happened. No woman had ever made him feel the way she just had, his eyes full of wonder as he had once more looked down at Samantha, sliding from her to pull her into his arms.
“Are you OK?” he had whispered gently into her hair, kissing her head softly.
“So much better than OK” had been her response, her voice full of warmth, as he had nodded against her.
“Wow, Sam.......just wow” he had whispered huskily, Sam feeling the happiness filling her, knowing that she had not disappointed him.
