“I couldn’t find the glasses.” She lifted the champagne bottle and took a gulp.
His gaze slid from her pretty face to the generous curves of her breasts, then farther down her waist. She had strong legs, thighs that didn’t have a gap, and hips that begged for attention. Every part of her screamed for a man’s care.
A sharp need swelled his cock, causing it to strain against his underwear and pants. “You seem to be doing okay without them.”
A small amount of champagne dribbled from the corner of her lips, and she wiped it with her index finger. She entered his room and set the bottle on the console by the chaise longue. His internal temperature rose like hell at the sight of Amaya next to his immense bed.
“I went out and bought a bikini,” she said, taking a step forward. “Do you like it?” She chewed on her lower lip, a hint of her anticipation of his response. Flecks of gold shimmered in her chestnut eyes, making her even more adorable. If she greeted him like this every day from work, he might just work from home. Or quit.
“Like doesn’t begin to describe it,” he said in a hoarse voice. “Why did you do it?”
“Because I felt like a kept woman from the telenovelas I watch. Except I’m a lover without really playing the part.”
Did he know what she was asking? The woman was a fucking virgin, for crying out loud. Without thinking, he walked to her and tipped up her chin. He felt her tremble under his touch, but her eyes didn’t leave his. She moved her head forward, expecting a kiss.
He stroked her cheek, then slid his finger down her neck, feeling her pulse beating madly for him. His cock grew harder, poking her belly without his permission. Damn it. Damn her.
“I’ve never touched a dick before,” she said, skimming across his hard-on.
A mad rush of blood thundered to the tip of his cock, so fast he almost lost his balance. “You don’t have to say those things.” What teenager or young woman hadn’t fooled around even if they waited for the right person?
It was her turn to stand on her tiptoes and make him lower his head to look at her. “I don’t. I’m not lying,” she said in a tone that meant it. “Can I touch you?”
“Yes.” He hissed, barely holding his control.
She caressed him over his pants, tentatively, her lack of experience showing but turning him on even more. She darted her gaze to his lower half, fascinated. If she only knew that the more excitement she showed, the more complicated the situation would get.
She reached for his pants, opening them, and soon, pulled them down with his black briefs. His cock jutted out, and she stepped back, her mouth half open. He couldn’t decide if her lack of expertise in the cock department was a plus or a minus. Hell, he barely managed to think.
“Holy fuck.”
Before Eleni, he’d grin at a woman’s surprise at his length and girth. But ever since he’d hurt her, this confidence had taken a hit. The blessing turned out to be a curse.
“It’s beautiful,” she said, without taking her eyes off of it. “I feel like someone should take a picture and frame it in a museum.”
“No pictures. Though if you play your cards right…”
She peered at him. “What do you call it?”
He frowned. “I didn’t name my cock.”
She shook her head. “It needs a name.”
“It’s not a damn pet.”
“It’s incredible,” she said, kneeling before him, and holding his bare cock in her hand.
A tremor unraveled through him, and he sucked in a breath, willing his every nerve to behave. It’d been too damn long since a woman had touched him. Three years. And now…she ran her fingers up and down his length, causing an ache to stab at him. His balls grew full and heavy, with a powerful tingle spreading across them. Something inside his gut warned him her touch would be the gateway for memories that would last far beyond their time together. And there wasn’t a single thing he could do about it.
She opened her mouth, and clenched her palm on him.
Groaning, he withdrew. She glanced at him, confused. “If we’re doing this, we’re doing this right. Take off your bikini and get on the bed.”
He removed his shoes and socks, while she quickly wriggled out of the bikini bottom and top. He lay on the bed, gesturing for her to come on top of him. When she joined him, she positioned herself between his legs, but he quickly outmaneuvered her and brought her on top of him, placing her head between his legs while her delicious pussy sat on his face.
He massaged her ass, and she relaxed, her thighs loosening. God, he loved the blend of female arousal and musk swirling into his nostrils. Unable to resist, he licked her center, the tip of his tongue lazily stroking her tender flesh. Under his command, it trembled, swelling. All for him.
She bucked, her sexy moan filling the air, but didn’t waste any time to retaliate. She closed her mouth on the tip of his cock, palming his rod. At first, she didn’t move her hand. Blood rushed in his expanding veins, and pre-cum coated the tip. She swallowed it, eagerly, which only aroused him more. God. If she didn’t stop, he’d come immediately. How he had missed this. How he missed her, even though she’d never blown him before.
