He took my hand and led me to the railing. We stood there, his chest pressed against my back, losing track of time as we listened to the sound of water lapping against the hull.
“Do you know how long I have been waiting to get you alone?” His lips brushed the curve of my neck.
“About three hours.” My voice was already breathless.
“Three hours too long.” His mouth traveled along my shoulder while his fingers found the tiny buttons running down the back of my dress. “I have been watching you in this dress all evening, thinking about taking it off you.”
He worked the buttons slowly, kissing each inch of skin he exposed. The cool night air hit my bare back, stealing the air from my lungs.
“Aris...”
“Shh.” Another kiss, lower this time, between my shoulder blades. “Let me take care of my wife.”
My wife.The word from his lips sent a pulse of want through me. It always did.
The dress loosened around me as he continued his path downward, his lips trailing fire along my spine. When he reached the small of my back, his hands slid around to my waist, steadying me.
“Turn around,” he murmured against my skin.
I turned to face him. The look in his eyes made my knees weak. Hunger. Possession. Love. All of it there, burning in those dark depths.
He slid the dress from my shoulders, letting it pool at my feet in a whisper of silk and lace. The candlelight flickered across my skin as he stepped back, his gaze roaming over me.
“Beautiful,” he said, his voice rough. “My beautiful wife.”
Then his mouth was on mine, claiming me with a kiss that promised this was only the beginning of our wedding night. His hands roamed my bare skin, urgently, possessively, pushing me against the railing.
“Agápi mou,” he growled against my lips. He broke away to trail ardent kisses down my throat, over my collarbone, lingering at my breasts before dropping lower.
He knelt before me, gripping my thighs. He hooked both of my legs over his shoulder, spreading me open. The cool breeze kissed my exposed skin, but his mouth was fire.
His tongue delved between my folds, savoring every slick inch. I gasped, fingers tangling in his hair, my back arching against the railing as he sucked on my clit. He swirled and teased until my legs trembled.
“You taste like heaven, wife,” he murmured, his Greek accent thick with desire. Then he buried his face deeper, lapping at me relentlessly, drawing out moans I couldn’t hold back.
“Aris... don’t stop,” I breathed, hips bucking against his mouth.
He didn’t. Not until I shattered, crying out into the night as ecstasy ripped through me. The stars above blurred as I rode out every pulse of pleasure.
Before I could catch my breath, he rose. I reached for him, yanking at his shirt buttons, exposing his broad chest.
“Your turn.” I shoved the fabric off his shoulders.
He chuckled, shrugging out of the shirt and letting it fall to the deck. Then he unfastened his pants himself, shoving them down along with his boxers.
His hard length sprang free, thick and ready. Naked now under the stars, he pulled me close again.
“Now, Dede,” he commanded, his hand wrapping around my neck in that possessive grip I loved, lifting me against the railing.
My arms slid around his neck, pulling him close, as I wrapped my legs around his waist. The metal was solid against my back as he positioned himself.
He slammed into me, gripping my ass with his other hand as the sea air whipped around us. I clung to him, meeting every thrust with rolls of my hips.
Aris angled just right, hitting my G-spot over and over, building that intense pressure only he could coax out. The kind that made me lose all control.
“Yes... harder, baby,” I panted, my voice breaking as he drove us both to the edge.
The sensation swelled, building higher and tighter until it burst. I screamed, gushing my release, soaking us both.
