38. Chapter Thirty-Eight
Chapter Thirty-Eight
He lets his fingers trail along my pussy, feeling the warmth and dampness and I look down to meet his eyes as he wipes the moisture off his lips with the back of his hand.
I close my eyes as his hips grind into mine, and when he leans down seeking my mouth, I taste myself in his kiss, sweet and salty and so damn heady.
When he sits up to sheathe himself, I watch him closely, trying to memorize his face and how his eyes light up when he looks at me. The way his body fits mine perfectly.
“Look at me, Lisa. I want you so bad.”
I meet his eyes as he enters me fully in a single fluid thrust and I gasp when he grabs my legs, wrapping them around his waist so he can go deeper.
“Don’t stop, deeper. Please,” I cry out when he pulls out halfway and pushes back in with force, cradling my head in his hands to keep me from hitting the sturdy headboard. Another rough thrust. Harder. Deeper.
He pulls out, turning me on my side, then grabbing my leg and lifting it high, looking down at my pussy, slick and slippery now from all my juices and he slides in effortlessly, pushing hard until he bottoms out.
“I wish I could fuck you raw, baby.” He thrusts into me slowly, savoring every ragged breath. Every heated gaze and word spoken as our bodies merge.
“I wish I could pump you full of my cum, sweetie. Fill you up with all of me. Say my name, Lisa,” he pleads and I let my head fall back as he sets me on my back again, driving into me relentlessly and I’m coming apart again.
“Oh, god, yes! Fuck, yes, Nikos, oh, my god.”
“You feel so fucking good, Lisa. I’m going to come, angel.”
“Give it to me, Nikos. Yes, Nikos. Give—”
I freeze when I hear a motorcycle’s purr from the open balcony doors. I know that sound all too well and there’s not one guest staying here that drives a bike like that.
“Oh, my god. Tom’s arrived!” I screech, shooting off the bed and pulling on my shirt and skirt with lightning speed. Fuck!