He throws his head back in mock frustration and is about to climb into bed beside me but I point at his obvious arousal. “Don’t you dare get into this bed while sporting a loaded weapon. Either take care of it, or cover it.”
With a wicked gleam in his eyes, he says, “Why don’t you take care of it for me?”
I pretend to stab myself. “You’re going to be the death of me, do you know that?”
He smiles, crawling toward me with the look of a beautiful, evil young god. “I hope so.”
Chapter Seventeen
I wake up to kisses...down there. Oh my God! It’s heaven, I tell you. It’s like waking mid-way through a naughty dream only there’s no point in trying to go back to sleep to recapture it because...well, hell...the dream is happening. Right here, right now!
Last I remember I was lying in Nicolai’s arms after we’d experimented with that sacred number—sixty-nine—bringing each other to simultaneous orgasm. And now, here I am, semi-conscious...and there’s Nicolai, the top of his head visible between my legs, licking me into responsiveness.
I respond accordingly by lifting my hips, threading my fingers through his thick curls and moaning in ecstasy.
He raises his head and smiles a wickedly sexy smile. “Morning.”
God. His voice is gravelly and suggestive and—boom!—I’m ready for him. I tug on him in an attempt to bring him up to face level. He plays with my clit ring a little first before crawling up my length and fitting himself on top of me, his heavy erection seated between my parted legs.
“And I thought coffee in bed was decadent.” My voice is husky too.
“Mmm,” he kisses me deeply and then whispers, “We aim to please at the Daphnis and Chloe Guesthouse."
I pull back. “Oh? And here I thought I was special.”
His expression changes from playful to something else. “You are,” he says softly. Then he closes his eyes and proceeds to show me just how special.
I’ve given up trying to wrap my brain around the fact that Nicolai is still—technically—a virgin. In my estimation, he isn’t. He’s simply become one of my lovers and I’ve totally put all thoughts of lessons and tests and initiation—all that shit—to the side as his tongue caresses the interior of my mouth while his hands run up and down my body.
I reach between us to touch his remarkable erection. “How is it you’re so hard?”
He raises his gaze to meet me. “Do you really need to ask?”
“Dammit. I need more young lovers.”
A half-smile splits his face. “You only need one.”
I shift beneath him. “You’re right. One of you is plenty.” Though, you know me, my imagination decides to play with the image of more than one Nicolai. Can you imagine? Two—no three—Nicolais? All at once? Sporting rock-hard erections... just for me?
Holy heaven!
“What are you thinking about?” He strokes my face.
I grin. “Don’t ask. Just kiss.” I tilt my head up and he obeys. Good boy.
Except now he’s a bad boy because he wriggles his hips so that his cock is back between my legs, nestled right where I’m already moist.
“Tess...?” he murmurs. He doesn’t need to ask because he’s already asked too many times.
“No.”
He gyrates his hips and I scoot out from under him. “You’re being very bad.” I scoop clothes up off the floor and start to dress.
“What are you doing?”
“What does it look like? I’m getting dressed so I can go buy condoms.”
He sits up, swings his legs off the bed, glances at the clock and then stalks up to me with a ferocious gleam. “Don’t bother.”
“What do you mean, don’t bother?” I place my hands on his chest to hold him at bay.
He shrugs. “It’s noon. Everything is closed until four.”
“Four?!”
He nods, reaching around behind me, he unsnaps the bra I’d just fastened.
“I can’t wait until four.”
Bending down to nuzzle my neck, he whispers, “Neither can I.”
I give him a little shove. “Seriously Nicolai, why didn’t you say something earlier? We could have gone this morning instead of...”
His arched brow shuts me up. Leaning back down, he kisses my jaw and nibbles the lobe of my ear. “We were a little busy this morning.”
“Mmm.” I unconsciously lean toward him.
“I want to make love to you Tessa.”
My hands agree with him because they are holding onto his ass—without my permission I might add—and pulling him against me in little pulses. At least I’ve still got my panties on, creating an obstacle between us because otherwise...
Shit! Except, now they’re gone. Nicolai has pushed them down over my hips and my traitorous right hand gave up his ass in order to aid in their removal.
When Nicolai pushes me back toward the bed, do I show any resistance?
Nope.
When his hand snakes between us, his fingers working their magic along my soaking cleft, do I clench my legs? Turn away? Tell him to stop?
Nope.
I widen my stance, take hold of his cock and use it as a sex toy against my clit.
“Tess,” he murmurs into my hair. “I need you.”
Oh Nicolai...I need you, too. I need you so very, very badly. But some tiny trickle of sense makes me turn at the last second, just before I surrender to his desires. I reach for the tube of lube on the nightstand, unscrew the cap and then lie down.
“What are you doing?”
I squeeze a healthy dollop onto my stomach and breasts. “I’m going to show you how to make love without condoms.”
“But—”
“No buts, Nicolai. A rule is a rule.” I spread the lube over my chest and belly, arching as I go. “Come here.”
With a puzzled look, he lies next to me on the bed.
“On top of me.”
His lids lower as he smiles and rolls on top of me, once again right between my legs.
“Move up,” I groan.
“Huh?”
“Straddle my waist.”
He frowns but does as I ask and I squeeze more lube into my hands before wrapping them around that beautiful male part of him.
“Fu-uck.”
His groan of pleasure turns me on.
“Lean forward,” I whisper.
He doesn’t hesitate but leans forward so that his slicked cock glides across my lubed up belly.
“Higher.”
“Huh?”
His eyes are squeezed tight as I hold his cock against my tummy.
“Shift higher.”
He does and I scoot down just a little.
“Perfect,” I sigh.
Now he’s situated right between my breasts. Using the sides of my arms, I squeeze my breasts together while holding him snug between them. “Right there.”
“Tess?” His eyes open and he’s looking down at me with that perplexed expression again.
“Fuck me, Nicolai. Fuck my tits.”
His eyes go wide and for the first time he glances down at the lovely sight of his engorged flesh surrounded by mine. He makes a little grunting noise and then starts to move. Slowly at first. But within seconds he’s wild, it probably doesn’t help that I’m whispering naughty things, telling him to close his eyes and to pretend my breasts are my pussy.
“Feel how warm I am. How wet. How ready.”
He groans and picks up the pace.
“You’ve waited so long and finally it’s happening. Your cock is inside me, pleasuring me, fucking me. So hard. Mmm. So good.”
“Tess.” My name sounds like agony.
“You feel so good, Nicolai. So fucking good. I’ve wanted you for so long.”
Miraculously, the man’s thrusts intensify so that with each push, his cock comes within licking distance. Of course I make the most of the situation by lowering my head and flicking my tongue against him with each pass. In response, he shifts a l
ittle higher so that all I have to do is part my lips and the head of his cock penetrates my mouth with each powerful stab.
“More.” I plead.
He doesn’t need much urging and I know he’s getting close because he begins to chant my name.
“Tessa...Tess...Tessie...Fuck...Oh, Tess...”
Soon my name is replaced by prayers. “Oh God...Oh God...Oh God...”
“That’s it,” I urge, squeezing my breasts even tighter. “Come for me. Come inside me. Do it, Nicolai, do it!”
His face twists in agony as his hips take on a frenzied pace. I can’t speak anymore because he’s in and out of my mouth so quickly, so roughly. It doesn’t take long before he arches his back for a final plunge and I grasp hold of his cock, squeezing as milky cum spurts all over my chest.
“Tessa,” he shouts. “Oh God. Tessa!”
Then he collapses onto the bed beside me.
After a few minutes of trying to catch our breath, I get up, weaving my way unsteadily toward the bathroom. I shut the door behind me and lock it.
A few minutes later, after I’ve wiped myself off but before I’ve even stepped into the shower, there’s a rattling of the doorknob followed by a knocking at the door.
“Tess?”
“I’m in the shower.”
“May I join you?”
I crack open the door and peek out. “I don’t think that’s a good idea.”
“Why?”
Glancing down—good lord! The man is almost erect...again—I shake my head. “Too dangerous.”
He grins and lifts his semi-erect cock “This?”
“Yes. How is that even physically possible? Sheesh, you are so young.”
“You say it like it’s a bad thing.” He leans into the door’s opening. “Yet earlier you seemed to appreciate my youthfulness. Which is it, Ms. Savage? Good or bad?”
“Mostly good,” I say. “But right now, when we are still three hours away from condoms? Bad. Definitely bad.” I shut the door and lock it.
Chapter Eighteen
An hour later, after we’ve showered—yes, separately—and cleaned up our brunch dishes, Nicolai says, “Pack a towel. I want to take you to the springs.”
Ten minutes later, we climb on the back of his motorcycle and head east of town to the thermal baths of Eftalou four kilometres away. Because it’s a short ride, I take quick advantage of my position behind Nicolai, pressing myself snuggly behind him and giving my wandering hands free rein. As suspected, he’s got a raging erection that I take pleasure in solidifying.
Once parked, I jump off, but Nicolai remains on the bike, hunched over, working at catching his breath as if he ran the whole way here and didn’t ride on a powerful machine.
“Something wrong?” I ask, innocently.
He glances at me with a dangerous look. “You’ll pay for this.”
“I hope so.”
Without waiting, I sling the bag over my shoulder and stroll down the path to the two storey building which houses the hotel and spa. However, once I reach the door, I stop in dismay. The sign indicates the spa is closed until four pm just like all the other business establishments in the area.
“It’s closed,” I complain as Nicolai comes to join me.
“Come with me.”
He takes my hand and leads me around the hotel to the ancient baths behind it. The original bath is a domed structure white washed with little square windows cut out. It too is barred with a padlocked gate.
I point at the lock. “It’s closed.”
He rolls his eyes at me. Stoops, picks up a stone and removes an old-fashioned iron key from a secret section on the underside of what I now realize is a fake rock. He unlocks the gate and directs me inside. The first thing I notice is the acrid smell of sulphur and the stifling heat in the little domed building. The pool appears carved out of stone with vents etched out of rock for the constant flow of water in from the springs and out to the beach on the other side of the wall.
I dip my toe in the steaming water and quickly pull it back again. “Ho-lee! That’s boiling hot!”
Nicolai grins before pulling his t-shirt off, folding it and placing it on the ledge of a carved alcove. He removes his shorts and underwear together and puts them in the alcove as well. He stands before me fully nude and fully erect. He crouches at the edge of the pool and lowers himself so his legs slide into the scorching water. Then, with the grace of a merman, he slides off the lip and into the water, crouching until he’s submerged up to his chin.
“Come in,” he says, using his wet hands to smooth his hair back from his face.
I shake my head. “You’re insane.”
“Are you, or are you not the woman who jumped out of a perfectly good airplane?”
I shrug.
“And hot water scares you?”
I dip my toe in again. “It doesn’t scare me. It’s painful. I don’t want my flesh to peel off my bones.”
“It’s not that bad.”
“Yes it is. It’s literally boiling.”
“Forty-six degrees is not boiling.” When he stands up, the water only comes up to his waist. The skin on his chest is bright red from the heat. “Come in before I throw you in.”
“You wouldn’t dare.”
The amused look on his face tells me he would.
He hoists himself out and slowly walks up to me. “Do you need help undressing? Say yes.”
“Ha!” I say, but it holds no weight. I’m mesmerized by his erection. How on earth did he maintain it in that boiling pool?
He grabs the hem of my shirt and in one swift move, has it up and over my head. My bra quickly follows. He wraps the two garments into a bundle and puts them in the alcove with his clothes. Then he stalks back over to me and pulls me flush against his steaming flesh. His kiss is hot and languid and I taste a bit of salt on the outer edges of his lips.
Backing me against the wall of the structure, he snakes his hand between us. Down, down it goes, reaching inside my shorts and panties. With no preamble, he slides two fingers into my moist heat, plunging once, twice, three times before withdrawing, dragging his damp fingers up my abdomen and between my breasts. While he kisses me, he slides his fingers between our mouths, licking and tasting my essence while our mouths remain meshed.
“You’re much hotter than this water,” he murmurs. “Take off your shorts.”
I do as he asks, not because I’m planning to get into the water, but because I need to be naked with him. I fleetingly consider what my reaction might be if he wedges his fiery hot erection between my naked thighs. I hope I will have the self-control to stop him but I fear I may not. I have a sudden and completely irrational urge to break all my rules and take him in hand and guide him to my hungry heat.
However, the moment I drop my drawers, he stoops to pick them up and puts them on the ledge with the rest of the clothes. Then he sits back down on the lip of the pool with his feet in the water.
“Come here.” He says, patting the wet stone beside him.
I shake my head. My pulse is pounding in time to the throb between my legs.
“Sit on the edge,” he instructs. “Put your feet in first.”
I sit. But I keep my knees drawn up to my chest.
“Let your feet dangle in the water.”
“Really, it’s too hot for me.”
“Trust me,” he says moving closer so he can slide his hand around my thigh. He draws little circles closer and closer until he’s almost where I want him. Softly, he reaches lower and runs two fingers along my cleft. He makes a wonderful groaning sound at the back of his throat.
“Look, buster,” I say trying for stern but coming up breathless. “You’re going from zero to sixty here. Haven’t you learned anything?” I try to remove his questing hand.
“I don’t know what that means,” he says keeping his hand where it is. “What I do know is that you are just as hot and every bit as wet as this pool.”
I close my eyes and let my knees part,
giving him easier access. He rubs—hard—and it doesn’t take long before I’m panting.
“Drop your knees,” he whispers.
Without thinking, I do as he says and my feet slip into the steaming pool. I gasp from the heat but with two inquisitive fingers inside me, searching for my spot, I’m distracted from the burning, tingling sensation in my feet.
The next thing I know, he slides into the pool and pulls me in after him. I squeal from the shock. Thankfully, he doesn’t restrain me but allows me to jump back out. In fact, he follows after me.
“Come on.” He takes my hand and leads me from the pool to the pebble beach outside. We run hand in hand toward the sea, splashing and laughing. Once we’ve waded up to our waists, Nicolai lets go of my hand and dives beneath the waves. I walk out further, until the bottom drops away and I’m forced to tread water.
I feel a tug on my leg and squeal, even though I know it’s only Nicolai. His head pops up beside me and he shakes it to clear the water out of his eyes. He’s laughing and I realize I’ve never seen him quite so lighthearted and playful as he is today.
I like it.
A lot.
I splash water in his face and then start to swim toward shore. He calls out in supposed indignation and swims after me. Easily catching me, he grabs my shoulders and then pushes me under.
I resurface, spluttering and splashing. “Asshole!” I shout. But I’m laughing too. I feel great. I don’t know if it’s the contrast of the sea after the hot water of the springs or what, but I feel incredible. Energized. Intoxicated.
Of course, it could be the grinning Adonis with the sexy flashing eyes and the sculpted body that’s making me feel this way.
Because he’s so much taller, his feet reach the bottom and he stalks toward me like I’m a guppy and he’s a shark. I swim backwards, pretending to flee. Once my feet touch, I try to run for shore but he’s too fast.
He grabs me about the waist and easily flips me over his shoulder. Then he sloshes out of the sea and heads toward the domed building again. He has one hand on my legs, holding me and the other is on my ass, caressing me. From where I’m perched, I can see the muscles of his butt contracting as he walks. Holy shit. Watching the movement of his fine derriere reminds me of watching a thoroughbred warm up for a race. Exciting.
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