29. Lourdes
Lourdes
Ares’s face doesn’t move a muscle for a solid thirty seconds after I’ve invited him to eat me out. I’m suddenly embarrassed that I asked. Maybe he’s not into that. There are men who don’t care to put their heads between a woman’s legs. I can’t take it as a character flaw.
Face still as hard as stone, he steals that distance I put between us when I stepped back.
Pressing his face close to mine so our lips are almost touching, he says, “Get below deck, right now.” His chilling voice has me worried that I bit off more than I can chew with him.
When he gives me enough room to step around him, I wobble toward the stairs down to the galley. Ares doesn’t follow right away. I hear him speaking Greek again, barking into the radio.
Down below, I clock the entire space. Past a counter, an open pocket door breaks up a wall. Looking closer, I see a bed, and my heart starts to pound.
A shadow hits that wall, and I turn to see Ares standing there watching me. He barely clears the ceiling.
“Tell me again what you want,” he says, sounding strained.
I take his hand and raise it to my lips, watching him as I slip one of his fingers into my mouth.
He grunts as I suck and swirl my tongue seductively around it.
When his eyes nearly roll into the back of his head, I pluck his wet finger from my mouth and slip it down into my bikini bottoms. I push until his fingertip connects with my soft, wet folds.
Eyes on his, I whisper, “Make me feel good, Ares. Please.”
With the word please, I’m lifted off my feet. His arms are an iron bar around my ass as he tucks my head, so it doesn’t hit the ceiling. He uses his foot to wedge open the door and bring me into the bedroom.
Ares sets me on my feet, facing away from him. A soft low-pile rug greets my toes. His large, warm hands curl around my waist and then slowly trail up my ribcage.
When he reaches my breasts, he cups them firmly, pinching at my nipples over the bikini top.
I moan with pleasure, aware that there’s no going back.
“Damn diamonds,” he says, as the stones sewed into the cup scrape against his hands.
Poor baby.
Still behind me, he unhooks the bikini top, and my breasts spring free from the nylon. He deftly slides it over my head, and there I am. Topless in front of my boss.
“That’s better,” he says low and growly.
Skin on skin, he palms my breasts and thick fingers find my nipples. It sends shockwaves through me. Ares doesn’t play with my tits. He follows a pattern of moves, cupping them, twisting my nipples, and skimming his thumbs down the sides.
“Beautiful,” he whispers, his touch and voice driving me crazy. “Should I stop?”
“No, don’t,” I say, sounding desperate.
“Good, I don’t think I can,” he growls and spins me around.
Full frontal, I ache to hide my chest, but the look of satisfaction in Ares’s eyes tingles me all over.
He curls an arm around my waist, drawing me closer as he lowers his mouth to one nipple and licks and suckles it.
With his free hand, he attends to my other breast, fondling and pinching.
With a grunt, he lifts me against him, and my legs wrap around his waist.
His cock, tenting and stretching his swim shorts, notches right onto my center.
With his hand on my ass, he grinds against me for a few moments while our heads are pinned together. He mutters something in Greek and then gazes at me. “Lie back on the bed.”
When he releases me, I find the edge and sprawl out before him, ready and willing for whatever comes next. He stands still and watches me with his arms over his head, resting on a beam.
I admire his control and how he’s teasing me with just his eyes. Then casually, like it’s not going to wreck me, he lifts one knee and lowers himself onto the bed. He kisses my stomach, and I almost want to draw him away so he won’t see the stretch marks from my pregnancy.
Just when I’m about to protest, he works his way down and unties one side of the hip strings of my bikini bottoms. He looks up and meets my eyes as he undoes the other side and slowly moves it away.
When I’m bare to him, he gazes down at my center.
Another word in Greek passes his lips. Anything in English would be blasé, and I love hearing the language come from him.
Adjusting his body, he grips my one knee and slowly bends it back to spread my legs wider. Cupping my ass, his thumbs press into my center.
I moan at the pressure.
His light eyes turn dark and hooded as he holds my gaze. “Watch me make you crazy.”
Without waiting for any kind of reply, he leans in and inhales me. A groan breaks from his chest. It practically shakes the entire bed, and I’m pretty sure this thing is nailed down.
His fingers grip my thighs tighter, and when I feel his hot lips on me, it sends me right up to the edge.
His tongue parts me and burrows deep into my center, I damn near see stars.
His mouth soaks my entrance in a sensual kiss.
Pointed now, his tongue glides up and down the entire slit.
His lips close around my clit, and I arch off the bed.
“Oh God, yeah,” I cry out and fist his soft hair.
“Lourdes, you taste so fucking sweet,” he murmurs.
His tongue swirls around my clit, each round ending with a hard suck that makes me whimper.
Rolling my hips doesn’t slow him down or break the rhythm. He’s right there with me, taking me on this ride. Everything hits perfectly. It’s magic and sin all wrapped into heat that’s crawling up my spine.
I keep rocking my hips, pulling his hair with my eyes closed as I reverse fuck his face. I’m so drenched. It’s wet skin slapping against more wet skin.
With all my strength, I hold off my orgasm. Ares is enjoying himself too much, and I need this to last. This is a life-changing moment for me. Tears prick my eyes as it all closes in.
He positions my leg over his shoulder as his thumb slips into my ass and presses on my ring of nerves. Blinding white lights flash behind my eyes. Everything quivers, then explodes. My clit pulses, my womb clenches around his tongue, and my ass contracts around his finger.
I throb and cream all over his face. I hear his groan of approval as Ares laps it all up with the same rhythm that I’m squirming and rocking.
As the waves melt away, I open my eyes just in time to see Ares’s slick, coated mouth coming for mine. I welcome his kiss. His soaked lips. He drapes his body over me, and his weight that should crush me, but I welcome the pressure. My legs wrap around his waist, so we fit together better.
On his knees, he rubs the length of his covered erection against my quivering, wet core.
Thinking we’re just sailing into that port next, I’m surprised when he sits up. Looking very proud of himself, he licks his lips and wipes his mouth with one big tattooed hand.
“You are a goddess with the sweetest cunt.” He exhales, his eyes dark. “I want to eat you for the rest of the afternoon, but unfortunately we have to get back.”
He slips off the bed, and I close my legs. “Is a storm coming?”
“Tides are changing.”
“Oh.” I sit up and look around for my swimsuit.
“No. Leave it off. Just wear the dress. I want to think of you naked beneath it the rest of the day.” He leaves the sleeping quarters and comes back a moment later with my sundress.
I try to stand but wobble.
Ares catches me. “I got you.”
Naked against him, I lay an old movie quote on him: “You’ve got me. Who’s got you?”
Only Ares narrows his eyes, making it obvious he’s never seen the movie Superman and thinks it’s a real question. I consider saying never mind, but then he floors me.
“You can have me. But there will be hell to pay.”