by Sandra Ross
He let go of her knee and now both his hands held her breasts, his thumbs playing with their pink buttons until they were both rigid and aroused, ready for suckling. She moaned when he lowered his head to put one nipple inside his mouth. They were soft, warm, and very sensitive. He felt her quiver as she arched her back towards him, pushing her breast to his face at every nip and suck, with every circle and flick of his tongue on the pink, crinkled bud.
He gave the same attention to her other breast, loving the feel of its softness pressed to his face, the taste of its nipple inside his warm mouth, the feel of the button in his tongue. Oh, he could love them forever. But other parts of her needed attention, too. His other hand traced the line towards the apex of her opened thighs, fingers reaching her clitoris. He started rubbing it, at first smoothly and slowly, dipping towards the wet opening of her sex to lubricate his fingers with her juices. He groaned upon feeling that wetness.
She was so aroused, so there with him. He couldn't lose control. He rubbed two fingers to her clitoris again. She flinched and moaned and started grinding her sex to his hand. He rubbed, fast and fierce. Fiercer and faster. Her lower part was electrified, shaking, her whole body shivering. His tongue licked at her engorged nipple, his fingers playing with the clitoris below, both movements in sync, same way, same extreme speed and fierceness. Her movements told him she was almost there, almost reaching her pinnacle.
"Oh, God... no... wait... don't...!" She groaned and reached out to pull his hand away from her sex.
But she was too late. He had slid two fingers inside her vagina, sliding in and out as fast as he suckled. She couldn't stop him as she moaned her pleasure at what he was doing. He felt the tremors first in his fingers. Then her body arched. A small scream erupted from her mouth, and he knew as she exploded, she'd completely lost touch with this world.
Nickolas watched her reaching the first ever orgasm he had helped her reach. Fantastic and surreal, and terribly arousing. Her face turned white, then flushed. Her eyes closed and tears squeezed out of her lids. She stopped breathing for a few seconds. Then she started making small voices of satisfaction. Her body shivered and shook for a few moments more as he held her. Then in the end, a smile of satisfaction adorned her mouth. She looked like a cat, lying lazily under the sun. When she finally opened her eyes they shone bright.
This was the very moment when he realized, since finding out he really had fallen in love with her, that there was no turning back. He, the person who rarely lost control, was irrevocably taken over.
Iliana felt... complete, full. She had never felt like this before.
Suddenly, a vision of Ramon appeared uninvited inside her head. He had been her first and only lover. Although they had been together almost a year, he never made her feel this way before. She felt like she was somehow betraying this boy she loved a lifetime ago. There might have been no choice but to be with him, and she was grateful that because of him, she was able to get out. She knew that her love for him was born out of a sense of gratitude.
Ramon loved her, too, in his own way. In a place where she'd been, something like that was hard to come by. The harshness of life stripped love away and made hearts immune and as harsh. He loved her. He protected her. He had been the only other person who had been able to reach her heart. She knew she was the only person who had made his life easier. For that reason, memory of him was important to her.
Nickolas watched her smile disappear and her face exchange various expressions in seconds. Wonder, embarrassment, guilt... sadness. He knew exactly what she was thinking. Or rather, whom she was thinking about. He knew so many things about Iliana; she could never imagine he even knew-even before he met her. He found himself surprised by the feeling of rage that suddenly hit him as she thought of somebody else while she lay in his arms-in his bed.
He moved and it startled her. He didn't care. He was finally losing control but he didn't care. She could have no other man but him. There would be no one else. Ever.
He pushed both her knees upwards and hitched her legs over his shoulders, then roughly grabbed her by her buttocks and lifted her hips towards his face. No other man ever... He stuck his mouth into her vagina and started repeating with his tongue what his hand had done a moment before. At first, she tried to resist, tried to push his head away.
"Nickolas... stop!"
She still felt too sensitive there. His hands held her still. He was dedicated to what he was doing. He used all techniques learned from experience and, pretty soon, Iliana groaned and sighed again. His tongue licked, pushed and sucked at her clitoris until she trembled. Then he started rubbing it obsessively, increasing the speed with each move. By then, her body was his and the first spasms started.
His own body ached and his cock had reached an unspeakable size. He wouldn't give in yet. His anger and stubbornness was stronger. His tongue invaded her as deep as it could and she screamed out in pleasure. He repeated it again. Her body shook so uncontrollably that he had to use both hands to hold her still. He continued the same moves with his tongue, in and out, fast and fierce, as a prelude of what would happen later. She was all wet now. Her smell brought him ever closer to what can only be described as a king of erotic madness. He continued this attention until he gave her another orgasm.
Her reactions were exactly the same as the first time. He watched her face as she came, and she was beautiful... so erotically seductive.
"You will be the death of me," he groaned.
All the muscles in his body hurt while his cock vibrated with the need to explode. He didn't wait for her to reply. The moment she opened her eyes, he was kneeling between her legs and was pushing his penis inside her... slow and steady.
Chapter Eight
SHE WAS JUST getting in touch with the world again when she felt him invading her. He burned a hot trail and he was painfully big, even with her sex so wet. Her body froze with tension. He stopped moving, started caressing her hair and face to relax her. His sensual, whispering voice tickled her ear.
"Easy love, relax. Let me give you even more satisfaction, what only I can give you. I won't hurt you, I swear. I just want to make you feel wonderful, to give you more pleasure."
"Nickolas..." she gasped.
"I'm dying for your loving... I want to get lost inside your warmth, snuggle inside you and bathe myself in your beauty. Pull me inside you, please Iliana. Take me, all of me and burn me in your fire."
She pushed her hips at him, against him, taking him all inside. His eyes shut tight while his mouth gasped.
"Yes... like that... ohhh... yes!"
God... it was so perfect. He was so big and hard. He filled her so completely that she no longer knew where her body ended and his started. She closed her eyes and other senses took over. She could feel him in every part of her. They were one. Neither of them moved for a while as they adjusted. Then he put his hands on both sides of her and pushed up so that he could look into her eyes. He started moving. Slowly, carefully, letting her body follow the beat, not breaking eye contact for a second, letting their rhythm flow. He saw that every push and pull moved her. Her mouth opened and her full lips pouted as she savored the friction of his penis against her vaginal walls.
Every push she marked with her moan and he struggled to restrain himself at the exquisitely feminine, powerfully erotic sound. Each penetration was a little faster, a little stronger. Faster and faster. Very soon, they were both out of control. His body was pounding hers with brash, wild strokes. She was moving against him with fierceness, yet in synch with him. She was, indeed, his very own. They had both forgotten any kind of tenderness or kindness. They were taking each other, conquering each other without caring who was who. They groaned, sighed, shivered, both shaking simultaneously.
His moves were vicious now. Lust had finally taken control over him. The only thing that held him back was his need to satisfy her before himself. When he sensed her spasms around his penis, he penetrated her even deeper. As soon as she reached her pea
k, he released himself inside her with a loud moan. Afterwards, he fell on top of her, breathing hard, his thoughts chaotic, his body humming with the greatest sexual relief he had ever experienced.
It was all so perfect. He was lost.
It was quite some time afterward that he could finally move. She was still out of it. He pulled her onto his body, so that he could put his arms around her. He laughed softly when she melted into him. And then he just held her, as she held him. He didn't want to think that the situation had not developed as he had planned. He was supposed to seduce her, blind her with sex, not be blinded himself. He didn't want to think that he had had the best orgasm of his life. Or that he wanted her again, like a hungry man, so quickly, while at the same time desperately needing to simply hold her and never let her go. Or that he came inside her without using a condom. He didn't want to think about that.
Even if his partners were using some other kind of protection, he never took such a risk. He knew, of course, that she was taking a pill prescribed by a community doctor due to a minor problem with her monthly cycle, but still... he never trusted anything. The pill was not one hundred percent safe. But he didn't care until that moment when he possessed her. As soon as the first thrust happened, he was completely taken over. However much he reasoned that it had been all planned, calculated, assessed-whatever he called it-their coupling became unexpected, impulsive, explosive, and totally reckless. If she knew that, she would surely kill him.
She opened her eyes, tenderly looked at him, and smiled. He instantly changed his mind. He thought that yes, she could kill him, but it would be all worth it. He could tell the exact moment she realized it. She blinked, and then struggled to escape from his embrace.
"Oh... but... you... you didn't use protection!"
"Weren't you on the pill?" he asked, not letting her know that he knew.
"I... it didn't matter because you didn't even ask!" she replied, starting to push at him. "What if I wasn't?!"
He had to do something to calm her down quickly. He reached and grabbed her back before she could completely be out of his reach. She was as untrusting as a stray cat and he knew why. Weren't they cut from the same mold? Didn't they come from the same place? Except she didn't know that, of course. Nickolas didn't think it was time for her to know yet.
"Iliana, let me explain-"
She tried to pull herself away again and almost freed one of her hands. She nearly punched him. When he tried to kiss her, she tried to bite his lips. She stopped struggling as the kiss took over. Her body was still tense. After a full minute of intense and passionate kissing, she relaxed.
"I'm sorry," he murmured as his hands caressed her breasts. Oh, how he'd completely fallen in love with them. They seem to constantly want his attention, too, as attested by their owner. Iliana's eyes closed, her beautiful face rapt as she let him caress her more.
"How could you?" she said in a sigh as she turned her face towards his neck.
"I have a box of condoms in the drawer but I just couldn't stop when I got inside you. It felt so delicious... since you probably knew what we'd be doing once I got you inside my house I expected you'd be on the pill. As everyone is."
She suddenly opened her eyes and they looked fierce. She slapped him on one cheek and it smarted. She wasn't even sorry. He seemed to have forgotten, if he ever knew, that contraceptives were expensive.
"I am not everyone! I don't sleep around, Nickolas. I haven't been in bed with a man for years since... since my first lover." She looked confused. "And you never gave indication we'd be... we'd be doing something like this. That you'd be this... I didn't know you would be this lustful." She looked flushed again.
He grinned. "Hmm... lustful is an understatement." He soothed her with more kissing, snuggling, and caressing. "I wanted you so badly... Iliana. I could barely control myself but I tried because I want this to be perfect. I was prepared. You can look inside the drawer and see the condoms, if you want."
She was as distrustful as he knew she would be and she did open the drawer. He heard the sigh of relief when she saw the box. Then she looked at him and she was smiling. He was glad the anger passed. He knew where it came from. Or the doubts she automatically felt for people.
In his case, it wasn't because of the absence or existence of the condoms. It went deeper than that. Right now, she was just grateful that he wasn't what she was afraid he could be-a monster. Now she could let her guard down. Defensive and always on the offensive, that was Iliana. This behavior might be too weird to other people but he knew where it came from. He knew she had gone down that road many times with other people. He knew because he had been through the same and he knew how to play it to his own tune.
He said, "I'll do anything you want. Tomorrow morning I'll go and buy the morning-after pill for you if you want me to, or anything else you want. I'm really sorry. I guess... but you do use protection, right?"
Chapter Nine
ILIANA TRIED TO concentrate on what he was saying. Although his voice sounded morose and his expression was really guilty, something just did not feel right. He didn't strike her as a man that would just forget such a thing. He didn't sound really concerned, either. He seemed more concerned for things to go his way, except she could not prove it. Logic dictated that it did not make any sense.
Why would he lie to her? She couldn't think of any reason. She looked at him with suspicion.
"I'm taking the pill," she said.
"Ohh... but then... everything is fine! We just ruled out the possibility of a pregnancy. As for other things... I assure you that I'm perfectly healthy and I have no doubt in my mind you are, too. So, no harm done."
This sudden, cheerful mood of his struck her as rather odd. Before she had time to think more clearly, his mouth was once again attacking hers with gusto. She melted into the kiss. He kissed so deliciously, so heavenly. How could she think straight when he was kissing her? She thought they were going to make love again, but he stopped. He used a phone to command someone from somewhere inside the house to get some food ready.
She thought they were going to eat in his bedroom. Instead, they ate in the anteroom, which was similar to a breakfast room. It was connected to his bedroom and from there to his study. They retired there after the call came that everything was ready.
The table was laden with her favorite dishes. It was a delight to know he really prepared for this dinner. There were lamb steaks and fruits-and wine. Delicious, sweet, intoxicating wine. After the meal, he gave her time to clean herself in his bath before he carried her to the bed again. Then they made love again... slow and delirious, very satisfying. They did not sleep despite her feeling so exhausted.
Being with him was electrifying. Feeling their skin against each other, hearing him talk near her ear in his low, sexy voice, seeing the smile on his handsome face every time she looked up to watch him as he watched her, and of course, kissing him whenever she wanted. She couldn't spare any time for sleep if she could help it.
When she thought they were going to make love again, he just kept kissing her. Long, delicious, passionate kisses that didn't go anywhere but made her purr with satisfaction and contentment as she lay in the security of his arms.
And then, dawn came. Rays of light crept through his transparent, glass ceiling. Yellows and oranges flooded the sky while, at the center of it all, the sun peeked over the horizon, half of a circle in the still morning air. Birds chirped outside. A cricket jumped about on top of the glass, its small body making a noise barely audible to either of them. They held their breath, trying to hear. There it was: tinkle, tinkle.
Iliana was half-asleep as Nickolas played with her hair. There was no sign that he was sleepy or even feeling tired. He was wrong-he is going to be the death of me, she thought with a smile as her hand caressed his strong, muscular chest.
"Iliana... where did your name come from? Did it mean something?" he asked.
She was not too sleepy to answer that. "My parents were second-generati
on Greek immigrants. Ilios, in Greek, means sun. It was my father's idea because when I was born, he teased that my red hair blinded him: as if he had looked straight at the sun with bare eyes for too long. It was silly and funny, but that's how I got my name..."
She smiled as she watched the grasshopper. The sky was starting to show lighter shades of blue.
Nickolas felt his heart bleeding. The old, familiar guilt rushed throughout him. He had chased it away, as he had been doing all these years. He was ready to complete the second part of his plan, which was to make her open up to him entirely. He did not need guilt to accomplish this. He knew he was going to inflict great pain. Yet, he had to do it.
Besides, there were some details he didn't know. He had to learn every little thing if he wanted to keep her alive. His body was stiff with tension. He proceeded.
"Tell me about your childhood, about your family."
She froze. Her smile faded. She looked at him with tortured eyes. "Why?"
He smiled at her. "I want to know everything about you. I knew you've lost your parents because you have already mentioned it but I want to know more. Please, Kitty, tell me."
Nickolas' voice was tender and melancholic and his eyes looked sad, almost as if this talk hurt him as much as her. But she couldn't. She hadn't spoken to anyone about... this. Not even to Ramon, who actually knew the story. She moved from him and turned her face away.
"I don't want to talk anymore now," she said. She felt like she was six years old again.
Nickolas wouldn't let her go. He brought her back to him, skin touching warm skin. Ignoring her attempts to resist, he put his arms around her and placed her head on his chest, right above his thudding heart. He started gently caressing her hair and cheek.
He said. "You have to talk eventually, sweetheart. Talk to me now." There was authority in his tender voice this time. There was supplication, too. "I want to know more about you, everything I can. I want to be able to help you, protect you, to be your wall so you can lean on me when you need to."
