Chapter 7 #2
In that charged moment, I nearly confessed my inexperience, a truth that perhaps should have been shared earlier.
But experiencing his hunger for me and wanting this ache deep inside of me satisfied, I couldn’t afford the risk of him stopping. His cock still throbbed fiercely in my hold, and the raw, intoxicated blaze in his eyes made it clear he wanted me with the same intensity that I craved him.
My heart pounded as I recognized that Niko was leading us into a deep and wild rendezvous, and the thrill of uncertainty sent a jolt of fear straight to my gut.
“Are you okay?” he demanded, low and rough as he searched my eyes for any sign of hesitation.
I knew this was the moment when I could withdraw, confess everything, and have a candid conversation about boundaries.
Yet, wasn’t this uncontrolled, fervent longing exactly what we sought? Gathering all my strength, I raised my chin to meet his questioning gaze directly.
Fuck it.
I could no longer hold back.
“I’ve never felt more alive,” I whispered, surrendering the truth and the heated passion of our encounter.
He radiated primal satisfaction as he pressed his lips to mine once more, slow and deliberate this time, yet infused with an unmistakable lust.
He savored my mouth with sensual precision, making me feel as if I might completely lose myself.
“Please, Niko,” I pleaded between gasps, pulling away just a bit. “More…”
“I want more, too, Laya. More of you,” he replied huskily.
He reached behind me and unclasped my bra, letting it fall away and drop with a confident, tantalizing grin. I bit my lower lip in anticipation as his fingers caressed my exposed skin, his touch both possessive and gentle.
He sank to his knees before me, his gaze slow and measured.
My breath caught as he took hold of my panties, inching them down over my hips with agonizing slowness, until they joined my bra. Now, leaving me adorned only with my engagement ring and an ever-growing need.
His attention lingered between my thighs, and I couldn’t help but feel a surge of vulnerability bubble up.
He placed his hands on my knees, easing them apart with a firm insistence.
My heart pounded in my chest, a wild drumbeat in the silence, as his gaze threatened to unravel me completely.
“Lie back, darling Laya,” he crooned, his voice thick with lust. “I’ve been dying to find out what you taste like. ”
He coasted his breath over my swollen labia, eliciting a shudder from my body. Then he planted a series of enticing kisses along my inner thighs, slowly trailing up towards my pussy. However, just as he neared my center, he withdrew once more. It was a tease, a wicked torment.
The quivering in my aching core grew stronger with each pass.
His smooth hair brushed against the sensitized skin of my trembling thighs, leaving me breathless. By the time he brought the wicked molten pleasure of his mouth to my aching pussy, I felt like I might faint from holding my breath in anticipation.
His tongue darted out, licking over my swollen clit.
“Niko,” I shouted, my head thrashing as pleasure cascaded throughout my body in exhilarating waves.
This experience was completely different from what I had envisioned. Instead, it was indulgent, heated, sensual, and delicious.
His tongue flicked out repeatedly. I was unable to breathe or think.
I opened my thighs wider, wanting more, needing more. This teasing had to stop.
I whimpered. “Oh, Niko, please…”
Giving me a small mercy, this time he pressed the tip of his tongue directly on my clit, leaving it there for a brief moment before gradually shifting it slightly circles. The wet heat of his tongue against my most sensitive spot unleashed a wave of sensations.
I’d never felt anything so good, so sweet, so fucking right in my life.
“Yes, God! Oh, my God! Oh, my God, Niko!” I cried out as he delved deeper, slipping around the folds of my pussy lips, exploring every part of me with long, slow, lingering strokes. “Holy fuck!”
Tears filled my eyes as vibrations flowed through my body like waves of white-hot pleasure. The sensations his tongue produced reached every inch of my flesh, leaving me unable to think of anything except the feeling of his hot mouth working against me.
“Niko!” I shouted.
The room.
My eyes flew open as I looked around.
All the interior doors were wide open. Anyone could walk in.
I hoped like hell that nobody did.
Just as I was about to speak to Niko, he suddenly thrust his tongue deep into the entrance of my pussy.
My back arched, and every worry I had floated away into pure pleasure.
I could think of absolutely nothing with his tongue on me like that.
My thighs widened even more, and I pressed my lips up towards his mouth.
“Niko, God yes, Niko!” I cried out, my body writhing under the blissful feeling of his tongue deep inside my pussy.
He fucked into me, then scraped up towards my clit, capturing my swollen pearl in his teeth and sucked.
“Ooooooh!” I moaned, fireworks exploding in my head. I pressed my hips up again, my body begging for more. “Please don’t stop. My God, that’s so good.”
But the wicked man paused, making me cry out.
His gaze locked with mine. “I want you to come for me, darling. Let me taste your pleasure, Laya.”
He lowered his head, returning to his ministrations. He lifted me higher and higher, my muscles tightening and my core quivering. I bucked my hips as immense pressure built up like rolling waves within my undulating body.
He reached up, his thumb landing on my clit and pressing hard, moving in large, rhythmic circles as his mouth fucked into me. He pushed harder and harder, holding onto my flailing hips with his other hand to keep me in place.
“Niko! Niko! Niko!” I cried, his name tumbling uncontrollably from my lips.
The pressure within me built up as if a volcano built hot and molten until it finally erupted in a euphoric explosion of bliss that resonated through every inch of my trembling body.
I crashed over the edge, shaking and shuddering.
Niko continued his delicious torture, working me through the waves of ecstasy as they slowly faded away, and left me limp on the desk below him, whimpering in bliss.
He pulled away, leaving my pussy empty, wet, and swollen. He brought his body up against mine and grazed his lips over the shell of my ear.
“Maurodaphne,” he murmured.
I could barely hear him through the fog of pleasure still coursing through me.
“What?” I whispered.
“The sweetest grape in all of Greece. That’s what your pussy tastes like, darling,” he explained, his lips moving hotly against my ear.
I moaned, pushing my breasts against his bare chest. I was exhausted from the pleasure of his mouth, yet I was far from finished with him. My gesture elicited a growl from deep within him, and I smiled with satisfaction.
“Shall we move this to another room, Niko?” I asked. “Anyone could walk in.”
“Let them see me make love to my wife. What do I care?”
“But they can probably hear us,” I said.
“So? What do I care? In fact, scream louder. I want the entire staff to hear you scream my name. I want them to know I understand how to please my wife.”
The way he spoke stirred something deep within me. I wasn’t his wife—at least, not yet. But clearly, he regarded me as solidly his. And was that what we were doing? Making love? Here, at this desk? Was this where I was meant to lose my virginity?
Apparently so.
He positioned himself between my thighs, standing over me as he reached for the button of his jeans. In seconds, he was shoving them down his legs with his boxers, standing up and revealing his breathtakingly gorgeous naked body to my virgin eyes.
“Wow! It’s so…beautiful!” I exclaimed, my gaze scanning his chiseled, muscular body and fixating on the impressive shaft swaying between his thighs.
I immediately wished I could take back what I just uttered. I clearly sounded like someone who had never encountered a penis in real life before.
Niko chuckled, moving closer to me. I reached up, gripping his velvety shaft, fascinated with the way it throbbed in my palm. My eyes widened as he placed his hand over mine, guiding it and making me stroke him up and down.
“Laya.” His cock swelled and twitched under my fingers as he growled my name.
I lifted my gaze to meet his, and the darkness I discovered there left me speechless.
“I can’t wait any longer, babe,” he said. “Fuck everything I said before. I was a fool to think I could wait. I need your cunt around my cock. Now.”
My mouth fell open at his crude words. Perhaps I should have preferred him to say something more elegant, but coupled with the look in his eye of pure, raw desire, he left me yearning to throw my thighs open wide and invite him deep inside of me.
I followed through as planned. Gradually, I reclined once more, my exposed body laid out for him, my soul unguarded and ready to surrender completely.
“Take me, Niko,” I pleaded.
His eyes widened with darkness and desire as he stepped forward, his cock nudging at my entrance.
My heart raced with anticipation as I tried to quell my fear.
I had envisioned this very moment countless times since meeting Niko. Now that it had finally arrived, each breath felt as if it were stolen from my lungs.
I stared up at him, bracing for his invasion, knowing it would likely hurt. I was ready for it. Having endured much pain in my life, I knew I would emerge on the other side. I always did.
This time, however, I would emerge as a different woman.
His cock pressed forward. “You’re so damn tight.”
“That’s because—” I tried to breathe, knowing the moment was here. “I’ve never done this before.”
His eyes darted up, crashing into mine. “What do you mean by that?”
I lifted my hips, urging him to push deeper. I was dying.
“Laya?” he asked, cocking his head to the side.
“Exactly what I said.” I shifted again, but his grip on my hips tightened.
His eyes narrowed. “This—as in sex, you mean?”