“She is tired.” Vasilis laughed. “You must be too, Alex. Why don’t you take my car and head home? I’ll catch a ride with one of our neighbors.”
“Thanks, Mpampa. It’s been a long day.” Alex took the keys he was holding out. “See you in the morning?”
“Yes.” Vasilis pointed to Alex’s hair and made a snip-snip gesture. “We do it in the morning.” He waved us off and lit another cigarette.
Alex and I took the one road that ran through the length of the island.
“You don’t live in the town?” I asked, as terraced farms and thyme-scented hills whizzed by in the dark.
“No. I live there.” He pointed to a cluster of lights on a hill. “In Ano Meria. Although I spend so much of my time away, it feels like I live on the water.”
I thought of the cabin we shared in the yacht.
Nothing is going to be the same after tonight.
“Moti?” Alex had switched off the engine and was looking at me.
We were parked outside a small stone home, its white walls old and worn, but lovingly looked after.
I got out of the car and followed Alex to the door. A glint in the garden caught my eye, something round and silver. Before I could make it out, Alex pulled me inside.
His kiss was hard, then soft, then hard again, lighting up every inch of me with a sharp, burning need.
Lifting me so my legs wrapped around him, he pushed the door shut and held me up against it, his mouth hot and hungry in the dark. I gasped as his teeth raked my neck, softly biting his way down.
“Alex.” I tipped my head, giving him more of my skin, exposing nerves that begged for his lips.
He broke away and gazed into my eyes, his own dark and dilated. I couldn’t hide the rise and fall of my chest, the tips of my nipples clamoring for attention through my top.
His hand slid under the hem of my shorts and gripped a curvy ass cheek. Wet heat flared between my legs as he slipped past my panties, kneading the soft, round flesh beneath. My body arched against him, greedy for more.
“God, yes.”
He reached for the junction between my thighs and slid his finger inside. His thumb parted my slick folds and found my clit. I opened up to him like a flower to the sun, one leg sliding to the floor while he kept the other around his waist.
Pinned against the door, I gripped his shoulders, giving in to the fiery sensation of his touch. Pleasure came in cascading waves. Building. Building. But the peak eluded me.
If ever there were a time for a mind-blowing orgasm, this was it. I wanted it to rip through me, leave me panting and breathless. But orgasms are strange beasts. Like cats, they don’t always come to you when you want them to. At least for me. The only orgasms I’d experienced were self-induced. Still, Alex’s touch was a different kind of bliss. My whole body uncoiled, the chase replaced by a sense of molten rapture.
“Feeling more relaxed?” Alex’s nuzzled my ear.
“Mmm.” All my bones had melted.
“Good. Because I plan on serving a lot more courses tonight.” He scooped me up with a panty-dropping grin.
Dear Lord in Heaven. I glanced at the night sky as Alex carried me past the living room.
Thank you.
Isnuggled into the crook of Alex’s arm, stretching out beside him.
“Alex?”
“I’m listening…”
It was how all our late-night chats started. In the dark. With him on the top bunk and me on the bottom. Except we weren’t on the yacht anymore. We were lying side by side on a pile of quilts on his roof, the stars scattered above us like space dust.
He’d carried me into the shower and we’d made out, steam condensing on the glass panels of the stall. Wrapped in towels, we stumbled into bed. The sheets were dusty from his absence, and I ended up making the face you make before you sneeze. Like a naked mole rat squinting at the midday sun. Thankfully, Alex’s lips were on my nipple, so he missed it. When he looked up, his bold gaze locked on mine. The moment sizzled with eroticism.
