Chapter Nine #2
It sounded shockingly like a plea and she didn’t care. Nothing mattered but the promise of carnal pleasure. This, between them, was more profound, more intense than anything she’d experienced.
He bent to suck at her breast and her head arched back in rapture, fiery trails of sensation coursing through her.
Clamping his head to her breast she reached down between them, fumbling with his belt. As magnificent as this was, she needed more. She needed everything.
More Greek words, this time a growl, and suddenly she was at arm’s length from him, gasping at the interruption.
‘Take your dress off.’
She blinked up at him, trying to decipher his words. His accent was suddenly so pronounced it took a second to realise he spoke in English. Or maybe it was the rush of blood in her head, affecting her hearing.
He was already stripping off his shoes and socks as she kicked off her sandals, undid the zip and pushed the dress to the floor.
The sight of Fotis in that moment was something she’d never forget, even if she lived to be a hundred.
Hair tousled, bare feet planted wide, hands frozen in the act of yanking his belt undone, his chest heaved mightily as if he struggled to drag air into that spectacular body.
But it was his eyes above all that entranced her.
Eyes that glittered with a sharp possessive hunger mixed with something like awe.
She knew the feeling. She’d never seen a man so stunningly beautiful. Never wanted the way she wanted him. Never felt desire so untamed it felt primal.
For a second Rosamund shivered as something like fear coursed through her.
But she’d spent her adult life being cautious. She wanted, needed just this once, to follow her instinct. To forget responsibility and expectations and just be.
Holding his gaze, she hooked her fingers into her underwear, dragging the lace and damp silk down to drop onto the floor.
Fotis swallowed, the movement jerky as his eyes ate her up. Then with a few quick movements, the last of his clothes hit the floor and he stepped free of them.
She’d been so right. The man was stunning. Every line and dip, every muscled curve and hard plane impressive. So impressive she felt a quiver of nerves at the thought of accommodating his rampant erection.
Nerves and anticipation. Her fingers flexed. She wanted to explore, touch and taste and discover all his secrets.
He leaned across and yanked open a drawer in the bedside cabinet, withdrawing a box of condoms. She took a half-step forward, about to offer to help, when he shook his head. ‘On the bed,’ he said, his voice rough. ‘Please.’
He looked as strung out as she felt, and she wondered if he too felt on the edge of climax.
Just from watching him undress, and the feel of his mouth at her breast!
She wobbled her way to the bed then climbed up to lie on her back, watching as he stroked on the condom.
Each movement of his hand felt like a phantom caress between her thighs.
She twitched, shifting her weight and opening her legs, needing his body against hers, in hers as she’d never needed any man.
His gaze caressed her body and she felt it as surely as she’d felt his hands on her waist, hips and breasts. She licked her lips and willed herself not to beg.
A couple of strides and he was at the base of the bed, but instead of following her onto it, he reached for her ankles and tugged her sharply down its length.
The move was so abrupt he was kneeling on the floor between her knees before she registered him moving.
Another tug and her buttocks settled on the edge of the bed.
She wriggled her hips to bring herself closer to all that glorious heat and hardness.
‘Rosa.’
The diminutive startled her, but it sounded so right in that harsh sandpaper voice. Something behind her ribs loosened abruptly. As if a pinched nerve suddenly eased, leaving her limp and basking in unfamiliar approval.
Instinctively she reached for him and he captured her hands, pressing kisses to first one palm then the other, ratcheting up her eagerness. That loosening intensified as tenderness welled.
Fotis released her, but instead of easing his tall frame above hers, he sank low, pushing her thighs wide with his shoulders, his breath hot against her most private place.
She was already shaking her head. ‘No, Fotis. I’m too close.’
‘Good. I want to taste you as you come.’
The words sent her arousal skyrocketing and that was before he nuzzled her. Unerringly he found her pleasure point with a slow lick that made her arch off the bed.
‘But I want—’
‘I know you do, asteri mou, and I’ll give you everything you want. Later. I promise.’
Shining eyes held hers as he kissed her and it was all she could do not to explode as excitement and carnal pleasure melded with something unexpected. Stunned, she just had time to register a wave of poignant emotion. Then what he did with his mouth scrambled all thought.
Needy hands speared his thick hair, holding him close. Then his fingers were on her, circling, exploring, insinuating into slick heat.
Her eyes must’ve closed because white light pulsed behind her eyelids in time with every thrust of his fingers and each caress of his mouth. Her hips rose, seeking, and he spread his other hand beneath her, angling her higher.
Rosamund scrabbled to regain control but was far too late. The splashes of white light were edged now with golden sparks, sparks igniting deep within.
Stunned at the intensity of sensation, she snapped her eyes open to find him watching her. ‘That’s it, Rosa,’ he growled, his breath hot against tenderest flesh and his short beard scraping her inner thighs as she clamped her legs around him. ‘Come for me. Now.’
As if on command, she convulsed, overwhelmed by a peak of pleasure that went on and on and on. Still he caressed her, as if needing to ensure she lost all control. She couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think, could only ride crest after crest of jubilation.
She was boneless, shaky with aftershocks and utterly euphoric. Never had a man taken her to such heights.
Another caress made her shudder, overloaded with bliss. But it took his withdrawal to lift her heavy eyelids.
‘Thank you,’ she croaked as he rose between her legs. ‘That was amazing.’
He was amazing with his generosity and unstinting care for her pleasure.
‘You’re welcome.’ His mouth hitched up in a smile that was positively devilish. ‘But wait, there’s more.’
‘Good, because I need you.’
Despite the incredible orgasm, she felt a hollow ache inside. And despite clenching internal muscles, the need wasn’t just physical. She wanted the intimacy of being heart to heart with this man. It might be an illusion but she craved more than physical satiation.
Callused fingertips ran down her thighs and along her calves then he lifted her legs up, draping her ankles over his shoulders as he leaned towards her.
It wasn’t what she’d expected but when she felt the heavy nudge of his erection at her core it made sense. She felt open to him, completely dominated by his larger body, and it excited her.
‘Okay?’
‘Absolutely okay.’
He leaned closer, nudging her and pushing in a fraction. She felt her eyes widen as she stretched.
He planted his hands on the bed either side of her and bowed forward, lips skimming her breast. ‘I thought this might be easier for you until you get accustomed…’
To the size of him. Rosamund nodded. She’d known he was big but…
Teeth closed around her nipple in the tiniest nip as he pressed further, the pressure so right. Still he slid deeper.
‘Breathe, Rosa.’ She opened her eyes to see him frowning down at her. ‘Are you all right?’
She nodded, circling her hips, inviting him further. ‘Fill me, Fotis. I want all of you.’
She wanted to possess him, experience his climax, feel him lose control, just for her. She was so hungry for him, it shocked her.
Holding her gaze, he thrust long and slow, impaling himself so deep it felt like he’d reached her heart.
For a breath neither moved. Then she squeezed him and was rewarded by a flicker of those long dark eyelashes.
It would be easy to feel overwhelmed by his sheer physical presence. Instead she was excited. She knew her own power, squeezing again as she gently raked her fingernails down his torso, feeling him shudder.
‘Rosa!’ His hoarse voice was somewhere between a warning and a plea.
‘What’s the matter, Fotis?’ She gasped as he withdrew and surged back slowly, finding a deliciously sensitive spot that made her writhe. ‘You can dish it out but you can’t take it?’
For answer he withdrew then bucked hard, so hard she’d never felt anything so perfect. He did it again and again, his slow precision driving her wild. Even as her rough cries of pleasure filled the air she needed to bring him undone.
She reached down to where his thighs slapped against her buttocks with every hungry thrust. Questing fingers found his sac and slowly squeezed.
There was a rough gasp as he arched high before taking her again, his movements jagged.
‘Don’t.’ He pulled her hand away, his gentleness at odds with the feral gleam in his eyes. ‘I can’t last like that.’
‘Then don’t.’ Her voice was unsteady. ‘I want you to lose yourself.’ Much as she’d rejoiced in her own climax, she wanted to be with Fotis when he reached that same point.
Their gazes held and she wondered what he saw in hers. Carefully he eased her legs down and she wrapped them around his hips. Now he lay over her, taking his weight on his elbows, his chest against hers, the friction of his hair-roughened chest against her nipples delicious torture.
Slowly he moved, retreating then surging. ‘All right?’
‘More than all right.’
She rose to meet the next thrust, matching his rhythm, drawn by instinct and the desire to give him the joy he’d given her. But somehow, the needs of her own body grew clamorous. She felt the wave rise, unstoppable. ‘I can’t—’
His mouth took hers, gently at first, then deeper, mimicking the sensual thrusts of their bodies.
Rosamund felt the ripples begin, then he came alive in an urgent explosion of movement, bucking frantically and pushing them both over the edge into ecstasy. The feel of him pulsing, losing himself deep inside her, was indescribably satisfying.
She swallowed his roar of completion, feeling her own blend of triumph, exquisite physical pleasure and, as she gradually came back to herself, tenderness for this man.
Her arms wrapped around him and her heart squeezed. He nuzzled the sensitive curve of her neck as he slumped over her, still trembling from his climax.
Even spent, his presence inside her took some getting used to.
Because he felt so good. Too good?
Rosamund felt such a profound connection. Her need for him to reach ecstasy had been more than a generous urge. It had been a necessity.
She’d wanted him to have everything he’d given her and more. Greedily, she’d wanted to be with him through it all.
She was discriminating about lovers and it was a very long time since she’d been with anyone. Yet, as she stroked the hot silky skin of his back, and felt a glow in her chest, she wondered if she’d just made a huge mistake.
Fotis lifted his head, heavy-lidded eyes meeting hers, then slid his arms around her and rolled onto his back so she was draped over him.
‘Better,’ he murmured, kissing her languidly.
Rosamund lost her train of thought.