Chapter 4
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“ S ay it, Aurelia. Ask me to fuck my wife.”
“No…don’t ask me to say it,” she moaned, eyes squeezed shut, cheeks flaming. She was ashamed; a part of her craved him, ached for him to take what he wanted.
Michalis removed his hand, leaving her whimpering for more. Before she could react, he let go of her and planted both palms on the table on either side of her hips. His breath was hot in her ear as he yanked her hips forward. “Look at me,” he growled, low and dangerous.
Reluctantly, she obeyed, their gazes colliding in the muted light. His were darker than she ever thought possible, irises ringed with hunger and fire. “No more guessing, no games. This is happening. Can I take you the way I want, or do I need to be careful? Is it going to be your first time?”
She wanted to say no, wanted to lie. He didn’t deserve to be her first, but he would find out the truth anyway, and then she would be in trouble for lying. Again.
“I asked you a question, Aurelia. Have you ever been with another man?”
She shook her head in the negative, unable to say the words.
He shuddered, not aware of how glad he would be that she hadn’t given herself to anyone else until that moment; glad she hadn’t given herself to David. That told him everything he needed to know.
Without asking for permission, he scooped her up in his arms. She wasn’t one of those tiny, flat-chested, skin and bones kind of girls, but he carried her like she weighed nothing all the way up the stairs to the master suite. Had she been wearing panties, they would have been soaked.
Once they were through the doorway, he kicked the door shut. “Next question: have you ever touched yourself? Had an orgasm?”
Face blooming with color, she nodded.
He groaned. “Thank fuck.” He walked over to the bed. She thought he would put her down gently, but he surprised her, dropping her the last few inches.
She squealed in surprise, then laughed nervously. The scare sent adrenaline racing through her veins to mix with her desire, creating a powerful aphrodisiac.
He removed his suit jacket and ripped his shirt open, too impatient to unfasten each button, exposing rock hard abs.
Her eyes widened appreciatively. It was no wonder he’d been able to carry her so easily. He had the physique of a Greek god; big, dense and angular, with broad shoulders tapering to a trim waist, chiseled chest and abs, and rock hard arms.
“Open your legs.”
Aurelia obeyed, mind fogging with lust. He spread her wider, exposing her most private parts, before he wedged himself between her thighs. The feel of him against her bare sex was electrifying as he ground against her. His scent—a heady mix of expensive cologne and pure male—assaulted her senses, triggering another surge of desire.
“Wider,” he growled, voice strained. Her face flushed a darker shade of crimson, but she obeyed, widening her legs further to give him better access.
He cupped her mound with expert fingers, gently stroking through the damp folds of her sex, toying with her clit.
“Oh god,” she moaned, body arching under his ministrations.
Suddenly he slid down and replaced his fingers with his mouth. He flicked and sucked at her clit until she was writhing. Then he found her center and plunged two fingers deep into her core. She screamed at the dual sensation, wanting, needing more. He gave her more. Her toes curled as he worked her, pushed her towards climax, only to bring her down again before she could come, then back up again until she was begging for release.
She grabbed onto his shoulders, her nails digging in, clawing for purchase, leaving long red tracks on his skin. Her vision blurred as she let out a silent scream, every cell in her body poised to take flight.
“That’s it. Let go,” he growled. “Come for me.” This time he didn’t stop. He pushed her harder. Faster.
Her body arched out of control, flying over the edge. Wave after wave of pleasure crashed through her, inner muscles clamping around his fingers like a vice, unwilling to let go.
“Fuck,” he half laughed, half groaned, “You’re so tight, you’re going to strangle my cock, aren’t you?” He withdrew his fingers and brought them to his mouth, licking them clean. “God, you taste better than I imagined.”
His words sent a jolt straight to her core. “Michalis,” she whimpered, desperate for more.
He growled as if on cue and slid two fingers back inside her, working her hard again. “Don’t worry, baby, I know what you need.”
His mouth settled over her again and he flicked her over-stimulated nub as he worked his fingers deep, found her G-spot––that thick, rough ridge she could never quite reach on her own––and pressed hard. She went up so fast she didn’t have time to prepare. It hit her like a freight train. She grabbed onto his shoulders, her nails digging in, clawing for purchase, leaving long red tracks on his skin. Her vision blurred as she let out a silent scream, every cell in her body on fire.
She screamed, liquid heat pouring through her as her core spasmed harder than it ever had before. As soon as she started to come down, he’d hit it again–– press hard––and up she went again. Time lost all meaning as she floated out in space, her body one giant pulsing nerve.
“That’s it, sing for me,” he purred against her sensitive skin. “Scream; let me hear how much you need me.”
“Michalis! Oh, god!” She screamed as the world tilted around her. He didn’t stop until she collapsed against the table, shaking with aftershocks, boneless and completely spent.
With a smug laugh, he lifted her in his arms and carried her to the master bedroom where he lay her on the bed and stripped her naked. He took his time, drank in the sight of her, before he removed his shirt and undid the top button of his pants. “Put your feet flat on the bed.”
She moaned, her body still weak and buzzing. “I don’t think I can.”
Michalis grinned. “Then I’ll help you.” He finished undressing. His cock was thick and hard, dripping with precum, as he positioned himself between her legs, his hands at her knees, helping, as promised. He nudged at her, just to get the tip in, but was met with resistance.
Fuck, she was tight.
Releasing one leg, he put his thumb on her swollen clit and pressed against the nub, rubbing back and forth until her hips bucked up in reaction, sheathing the tip of his cock, her own body forcing his advance.
She cried out, but there was nothing he could do, no way to keep her from feeling any pain this first time. He used all of his self-control to keep from driving forward. He’d prepared her as best he could, made sure she was satisfied before he even got started, because this next part was not going to be nearly as pleasant for her. Not this first time.
She had one small part of his cock in a stranglehold, and it wasn’t nearly enough. He gritted his teeth and held himself perfectly still. If he moved, even a fraction of an inch, he was going to ram himself home.
As soon as Aurelia relaxed a little, adjusted to his girth, he repeated the process, massaging her clit until she bucked again, taking a little more. He shuddered. She was so tight he could barely breathe. “Fuck. Try to relax, baby.”
“Michalis, it hurts. I think we should stop.” Aurelia was shaking in reaction, tears coursing down her cheeks. He’d tried to ease her into it, to prepare her, but the sensations were overwhelming. Pain overshadowed desire. He was a big man. She didn’t know if she wanted more. Could take any more.
“The worst is almost over, I promise.” His voice was hoarse with desire, but his hands were gentle as he wiped a tear from her cheek. “We’ll go slow. Then, when you’re ready, I’m going to fuck my wife until she can’t see straight.”
Without giving her time to protest, he pulled out completely to give them both a little breathing room and held her down with one hand pressed to her abdomen as he worked her clit with his mouth until her desire had returned and she came so hard, she was dripping wet again and screaming his name. Her clit was still swollen and overly sensitive, so thank fuck, it didn’t take much.
“Do you want me to stop?” he asked, his chest heaving. “Let me rephrase, baby. I’m going to keep going until you ask me to stop or beg me to finish.”
“Oh god.” Panting, she squeezed her eyes shut as he started up again, forcing another orgasm out of her before the last one stopped.
“Michalis. Please, Michalis.”
“Please what?” he rasped, as affected as she. “Beg me to keep going or we can stop right now. Decide.” While he waited for an answer, he teased her clit with the lightest flicks of his tongue, not enough to send her over the edge, but hard enough to drive her insane with need.
“Oh god,” she cried out. “Please. Don’t. Don’t stop. Harder.”
“That will do just fine.” He sucked hard on the pearly nub in reward, sucked like a starving man trying to drink a milkshake through a stir stick––lighting her up like a flame on gasoline. Already primed, she screamed so loud her voice cracked, raw and unrestrained.
She was still shaking with aftershocks as he lined himself up at her entrance once more and drove steadily in, like a pile driver, until he hit pay dirt. There was no stopping this time. No turning back.
She cried out, pain wiping out all vestiges of pleasure. Every muscle in her body tensed, resisting his invasion.
“I’m in. No more pain. I promise. I hope.” He held still until she started to relax, then began a very slow, careful climb back up; kissing, teasing and stroking her body with his hands and mouth until she instinctively tilted her pelvis and wrapped her legs around his waist, ready for more. The position allowed him to sink in a little deeper, bump her womb with the tip of his cock. He groaned in pleasure, relieved she didn’t cry out. She felt so good wrapped around him; he wasn’t sure how much longer he could hold back.
He pushed her hands above her head and laced their fingers together, kissed her hard, pulled almost all the way out, then stroked deep. She moaned, but she didn’t ask him to stop.
“You’re so tight, it’s like shrink-wrap around my dick. Jeezus…fuck.” He shuddered. He was never letter her go after this.
He started out slow, steadily picking up the pace, driving himself in and out of her tight sheath, until his balls drew up tight, ready to explode. He knew she wasn’t as ready as he was, knew she still had some discomfort, so he adjusted their positions, one hand wedged between their bodies so he could massage her clit with his finger, play until her inner walls started contracting, gripping him so hard he thought he might pass out.
“That’s, it, baby. That’s it. Come for me.”
The second she cried out, his body tightened, thighs straining, until he couldn’t hold back anymore. With a shout, he exploded into her, shooting hot seed deep into her womb, pulsing, contracting, until she’d milked him dry.
Fuck, he’d never felt more complete in his life. It was like coming home. He rolled to his side to keep from crushing her, pulling her with him, still locked together.
As their breathing returned to normal, he carefully pulled out and moved them to the center of the bed, then pulled the sheets over them. She curled up sleepily against him like she belonged there, like a missing puzzle piece slotting into place, where she always should have been had things gone differently years ago.
Within minutes, he fell into a deep, contented sleep.
Aurelia, however, remained tired but unable to sleep, the throbbing pain between her legs acting like an accusation; inescapable and undeniable. She hadn’t just given Michalis her virginity, she’d allowed him to possess her––absolutely. Completely.
As carefully as she could, she tried to extract herself from the tangle of their arms and legs, but his grip only tightened, snuggling her in closer. Even in sleep, he’s not the type of man to give back what he thinks he owns.
It was nearly dawn before her lids became too heavy to stay open, the need for sleep finally dragging her under.