Nicolai shuts his eyes and exhales as if he’d been holding his breath. Then he lowers his head and the soft, sweet kiss of a moment before is replaced by something even more satisfying. There is an unbridled eagerness in him that may be an indicator of age but is also one of desire. It’s intoxicating stuff. What he lacks in finesse he makes up for in passion. His kiss is wet and greedy, his tongue thrusts into my mouth without a hint of tentativeness. He is a young alpha come to challenge, cocky and impatient.
And, he makes me feel like an untried female, eager to please and also impatient.
But, all this eagerness won’t do. Not for his first time. Not after everything I’ve worked so hard to instil. So, using all my strength of will, I manage to roll out from under him and slip out of bed. Standing there, I hook my thumbs beneath the waistband of my panties and nudge them over my hips so they fall to the floor. Stepping out of them, I say, “Come with me.”
I don’t wait for him but walk directly to the en suite where I turn on the water of the large tiled shower.
“Tessa? What are you doing?”
“We’re going to get clean,” I say. “Then we’re going to get dirty.”
He stands in the open doorway of the en suite watching me with that expression on his face—the one that says he’s aroused and passionate, and yet, still uncertain all at the same time. I saunter up to him, making sure to arch my back a little in order to show off my breasts, and I rest my hands on his hips where his pajama bottoms are tied low. Biting my lip, I carefully undo the knot on his bottoms while he stands completely still, breathing hard.
Once loosened, gravity takes over and they slip. The only thing is, they’ve become caught on his beautiful erection. Carefully, I help the material over until Nicolai is standing completely nude in front of me. It’s an awesome sight. I wish I were an artist because he would be my muse, he’s so terribly beautiful. It really isn’t fair that a man should be this beautiful. With devotion, I run my hands over his chiselled chest like I am the one responsible for sculpting it.
But, before I get too carried away, I pull him toward the billowing steam of the shower and step inside. How many times have we showered independently while thinking of the other? How many times have I soaped my body, pretending my hands were his?
There is no more need to fantasize, no more need to pretend. My fantasy is standing right in front of me.
Going up on tiptoes, I give Nicolai a wonderfully wet kiss while the heat and moisture from the shower wraps us in its steamy, seductive embrace.
There is a tile bench and I instruct Nicolai to sit. Of course this puts his mouth on the same level as my breasts and he takes advantage of the position, wrapping his hands around my waist and pulling me close. The heat from his mouth added to the heat from the shower has me slick and ready. I thread my fingers through his damp hair and hold on for dear life while he ravishes my breasts, first one and then the other.
He has paid attention to my instruction because his teeth graze but don’t bite. The pressure is perfect, hard but not painful. Though to be honest, I wouldn’t mind a little bit of pain right now.
“Tessa,” he groans against my wet, fevered flesh.
Blindly I reach for the shampoo, knocking bottles over as I search for the familiar bottle. Squeezing a dollop into my hand, I drop the bottle and get to work lathering Nicolai’s hair. His little moans of pleasure tell me he’s enjoying the firm touch of my fingers in his hair and against his scalp. I work the lather through and then—though it pains me to do so—I move out of range of his lips.
“Stand up,” I say, breathlessly.
He doesn’t answer except to grab my hand and try to draw me close again.
“You need to rinse.”
Finally he stands, lifting his hands to aid in the rinsing.
Oh. My. God.
I am stunned by his raw physical beauty. His eyes are closed as water and soap sluice over his perfectly sculpted form. There is not one ounce of fat on him, at least none that I can see. Only muscle and bone and flesh, moving unconsciously as he finishes washing his hair.
I have to have him.
I stoop to grab a fallen bottle from the floor. It could be body wash, it could be shampoo. I don’t know and I don’t care. I squirt some of the substance—oh, it’s body wash, I can tell by the vanilla scent—into my open palm and rub my hands together. Then I move closer and glide my soap-slicked hands up and down his glorious chest.
Hard. Warm. Soft. Powerful. He’s a delicious combination of contrasting adjectives and I can’t get enough of touching and caressing.
However, it seems as if he’s had enough because he grabs my wandering hands and holds them just below his bellybutton where my knuckles nudge his erection.
I look up. If not for the water, he’d singe me with that smoldering gaze.
“Tess...” He adds downward pressure on my hands and then stops.
Mmm. It’s weird, even though I’ve already touched him, just a few hours ago, it still feels like the first time all over again.
I drop my gaze to his erection just as he pushes my hands down. Still soapy, my first pass is gentle and hesitant, as if I’ve never done this before either. I marvel, just like I did that first time, at how strange and wonderful this part of a man is. And just like that first time, I am excited and a little terrified.
Nicolai leans back against the wall of the shower as I carefully wrap my hands around him. He groans and widens his stance. Reaching lower, I cup his distended balls. Arousal shoots through me in response to his sharp intake of breath.
“Tess.”
With one hand below, I quicken the pace of my other hand as I pull on his loose foreskin, playing peek-a-boo with the head of his cock.
Each time I catch sight, it’s as if I can hear him.
Kiss me.
Lick me.
Suck me.
Fuck me.
Who am I to argue?
I drop to my knees in front of him and proceed as asked. Pulling the skin back, I touch my tongue to the just tip of him.
Nicolai’s reaction is immediate.
There is no more uncertainty. He is acting on instinct and those instincts are base and fierce, making him twist my hair in his fist, holding me close as if to keep me from running away.
Squeezing with a firm grip, I close my mouth over the head of him and slowly draw away, creating warm, wet suction.
He mutters incoherently in Greek.
I close my mouth over him again, drawing him in a little deeper, the whole time, squeezing and releasing him from below.
“Oh God, Tessa. Oh God.”
I know that prayer. It’s the prayer of a man at the gates of heaven, begging to get in, willing to do anything for release.
I want to play more. I want to pretend some more. I want to keep up the façade that I am exploring a cock for the first time in my life. But experience takes over because I hear the need in his voice and it triggers my need.
Opening wide, I engulf him, moving my mouth along his length while my hand follows, squeezing, pumping, sucking.
It doesn’t take long before the tension in his voice translates to tension in his abdomen. I feel his legs clench in preparation for ejaculation and then, glory of glories, his cock spasms in my hand, in my mouth and on my face. I help him along with a gentle squeeze and the never-ending pull of my mouth, not bothered in the least by the fact that he’s practically ripping my hair out by the roots.
Eventually, he loosens his grip and I gently kiss him, careful not to overstimulate his spent cock. When I stand he pulls me against him. His breathing is ragged and I can feel the pounding of his heart against my breasts.
Taking my face between his hands, he speaks to me quietly and passionately in Greek.
I touch his brow. “What did you say?”
He closes his eyes and whispers, “Thank you.”
Well, that’s a lie. I may not be fluent in Greek but I do know the word for ‘thank you’. It’
s ef-chah-ree-sto, and that long sentence Nicolai just said was not ef-chah-ree-sto. But I don’t push him to translate.
The water is starting to cool, so I move out of Nicolai’s embrace and adjust the temperature. Once it’s warm again, I find the shampoo and go to work on my hair but Nicolai isn’t satisfied to stand and watch. He moves away from the wall and takes over the washing of my hair, much to my pleasure.
Following my lead, he continues with the body wash, soaping his hands and then running them all along my torso and back, spinning me gently, paying particular attention to my breasts and tummy. Once that’s all gone, he squirts some more soap in his palm and then stands still. When I glance up at him, he is chewing on his lower lip.
“I want to touch you, but...”
But he hasn’t touched me before. He touched Misty. He kissed Misty. He didn’t touch me. I take his hands and lather the soap between us, then I step close until we’re chest to chest, and place his hands on my ass. I doubt whether he’s thinking about what he’s doing because his hands just seem to move all on their own; circling, circling, my hips and buttocks and then...
“Lower.” I wriggle closer. “Go lower. Reach around.”
I’m so close to him, I can feel his rumbling response to my command from deep in his chest and when I kiss him, my lips vibrate.
Ah! There he is!
His slippery fingers press at me from behind, brushing the sensitive skin between ass and cunt. He reaches further still and drags his middle finger along my wet opening. But it’s not enough. It’s the wrong angle. My over-stimulated, impatient clit is begging to be caressed.
I turn myself around in his arms so that my back is against his chest and direct his hands where I want them. Slowly, I open my stance and, with my hand as a guide, I slip his hand between my legs and hold him there, pressed against my moist heat.
His breath quickens.
So does mine.
Gradually, I start moving in circular motions, washing, fondling, pressing in all the right places. I’m eager to show him where those strong fingers will feel best.
“Start gently,” I whisper. “Then...explore.” I move my hand away and, instead of leaning against the shower wall, I lean against him.
His fingers are tentative to begin with. But then he tilts my head around to the side and kisses me. Perhaps because of the distraction, his fingers seem to find their mark; moving my little ring with his index finger, back and forth, playfully. Having been stimulated all day, my clit is incredibly sensitive. I gasp into Nicolai’s mouth and my response to his touch seems to excite him too. The pressure increases and he dips a finger inside me.
“Oh!”
I want to encourage him to venture further, so I prop my foot up on the bench, giving him better access. It works. Two fingers slide inside, twisting and pressing, stretching and thrusting.
“Tess?”
“Mmm?” I gyrate my hips against him, not even thinking anymore, just responding.
“Tess, I want to see.”
“Hmm?”
Much to my dismay, he withdraws his hand and sweeps my wet hair out of my face.
“I want to see you.” He motions with his head toward my legs. “And that’s not all.” He lowers his mouth to my ear. “I want to smell you, taste you. I want everything.”
Ahh. Yes. The shower is large, but not large enough for what Nicolai is proposing and I want what Nicolai is proposing.
“Let’s go.”
We turn off the water and step out of the shower. My legs are wobbly and I nearly fall as I attempt to dry myself.
“That’s enough,” he says, grabbing the towel out of my hands and dropping it on the floor. He pulls me through to the bedroom, still dripping wet, and has me lie down on the bed. The sun has risen now and there is no need for lights in the room. Nicolai crawls up onto the bed and I brazenly spread my legs for him. I happen to notice his cock is already hard again—ahh...young men—and I look forward to how he will feel once he’s finally inside me. But until then, I’m looking forward to his mouth...
Oh God!
There. That’s it. His mouth is on me. Yes! This is what I want. Mmm....fucking hell, it feels so good. His tongue and his mouth and...oh!
I arch toward him and he aids me by lifting my ass from below so that he can cover me with his warm, wet mouth. He plays with my ring, flicking it with his tongue and I cry out from the sheer pleasure of it.
He doesn’t stop. Bless his heart! I open my eyes and gaze lovingly down at the top of Nicolai’s head, moving erotically between my bent legs. I am so ready. The last four days of lessons have been killing me and I’m ready to spend the remainder right here in bed.
I’m done with the lessons.
I wriggle and Nicolai lifts his head. “Am I doing it wrong?”
“Oh no. You’re doing it perfectly.” I wriggle some more.
“What’s wrong?”
“Nicolai, I need you.” I take another breath. “Inside me. Now.”
His eyes widen and he goes stock still for a second. Then he grins and scrambles up my body. “I thought you’d never ask.”
He kisses me and situates himself between my legs, his cock right up against my sweet opening. My body’s instinct is to bear down but, surprisingly, my logical side wakes up and takes notice, stopping me. I smack his shower-damp ass. “Condoms,” I say.
He frowns. “Where are they?”
“What do you mean, where are they? Don’t you have some?”
He tilts his head to one side. “Why would I have condoms?”
“In case.” I smack him again. “You know...for situations like this.”
“I’ve never been in a situation like this.” He says, his full lips pulled tight. “Don’t you have any?”
It’s my policy that my partners should be responsible. They all know, no condoms, no Tessa. However, of course I keep some too. Groaning, because my God, it’s killing me to move out from under him, I roll off the bed to check my luggage.
I hold up a box in victory, only to find it empty two seconds later.
“Shit,” I mutter and go back to searching other pockets. Nothing.
Frustrated and naked, I pad out to the sitting area, find my purse and dump the contents out on the floor. From a side pocket I find two foil wrapped packages.
Yes!
I hurry back to the bedroom holding the condoms out like they’re a million dollars. “This should do.”
“Two? Not for what I have in mind.”
I saunter up to him and give him a playful kiss. “And this is why I like my men young.”
He grins and kisses me back, pressing his erection against my belly. Without taking his lips from mine, he maneuvers me back toward the bed, pushing me gently onto it. I roll over and place one disc on the bedside table and hold the other out to Nicolai.
Still standing, he takes it and looks at it. He licks his lips.
“Have you ever put one on?” I ask.
He shakes his head and I hold out my hand. “Give it to me. I’ll do it.”
With a solemn expression he passes the condom back to me. I rip open the foil and discard it on the floor—at this point I don’t care. While on my knees, I move up to him and show him the disc. “Check to see which way it rolls,” I say, illustrating my point. “Then squeeze the tip, place here...and roll.” I hold him firmly and roll the condom down his length. He flinches within my grasp but, if anything, his cock gets harder as I roll the condom over him.
“It’s that eas...shit!”
“What?”
“Dammit!”
“What is it?”
I point. “The condom broke.”
“Good thing we have two.”
Shaking my head, I lunge for the second one on the table. I turn it over, searching for the expiry date.
“Dammit,” I mutter. The condoms are old. Like really old. “We can’t use this, it expired and if it doesn’t break right away it will definitely break during sex.”
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br /> With a grimace, Nicolai removes the split condom and drops it in the trash. Then he crawls up beside me on the bed. “Tessa,” he says, pulling me close, pressing his perpetually erect cock against my belly. “I don’t need to wear a condom. I’m a virgin.”
I shake my head. “Yes, but I’m not.”
He stares into my eyes for a moment. Then, it’s as if a light goes on. “Oh.” He pulls back.
I roll my eyes. “I’m healthy,” I say. “But only because I’ve been fastidious over the years. I go for regular check-ups, I’m on birth control and I always use condoms.”
He moves close again and fingers a strand of my hair. “So...you’re good. I’m good...” He lifts my chin. “What’s the problem?”
“It’s a matter of principle. How do you know I’m not lying?”
“Are you?”
“No.”
He shakes his head. “Then let’s make an exception.”
He ducks down to kiss me but I turn away.
“Look,” I say, absently tracing the muscles on his arms. “It’s not something to take lightly and it’s a habit you need to start right from the beginning.”
He forces my chin up and kisses me, slipping his hand between us. Bad boy! His fingers find what they’re searching for. He’s playing dirty now, trying to get me to change my mind and I almost give in. Almost. He’s got me panting so hard, I can hardly speak. “You’ve got to stop that.” I pull away from him. “Once you make love without condoms you won’t ever want to make love with condoms.”
I kiss him and then move a safe distance away, pulling on my clothes. I need something between us, a barrier to help me maintain my sanity. “Tomorrow we’ll pick up condoms and use up the whole package.”
“Tomorrow?”
“I mean, later today.”
He groans but it’s a groan of resignation. “How many are in a package?”
“Twelve.”
“So we should get two packs at least.”
I laugh, “That’s awfully ambitious.”
“I’m young.”
“Yes you are.” I crawl back into bed and pat the spot beside me. “Come back to bed. You may not need your rest, you young thing, but I do. Once the pharmacy opens, we’ll pick up what we need and...” I waggle my brows. “Finish this fucking thing.”
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