“I can’t think of a more beautiful view.” His voice was gravelly, raspy, filled with suppressed desire. It’d been probably hard for him to pleasure her and delay his climax.
She tossed him a glance over her shoulder. “Then stop thinking.”
His gaze collided with hers, and the intensity burning in his eyes quickened her pulse. He palmed her ass, his strong and large hands fondling her extra layer of flesh. Soon, his massage warmed her skin, and she turned her head and glanced at the pillow. She couldn’t manage to look at him and be on the receiving end of that sensual touch—not without coming, and she had to wait for him now.
Soon, he parted her thighs with his hands, without stopping the vigorous kneading on her ass. She moved her hips from side to side as if following the rhythm of waves in the ocean. He stopped touching her for a moment, and she heard the sound of him opening a tube and squirting some liquid on his palm. “Relax, my love. Weren’t you the one who suggested we stop thinking?”
She cleared her throat, unsure about how to respond. Most likely he’d used lubricant, but why? She was plenty wet, unless—
Theo slid his hand in between her cheeks, palming one of them from the inside. Instinctively, she clenched her legs together, tightening his hand in between her ass. He gave a low chuckle, and the irony of what she’d done wasn’t lost on her—somehow she’d managed to compress his hand in her butt, and it didn’t feel…horrible.
With his other hand, he parted her folds, the tips of his fingers teasing her pussy. She relaxed her shoulders, and the wave of comfort washed over her, loosening her muscles. Perhaps sensing her waver, he moved one finger close to her entrance, the same way he’d done earlier, when he’d kissed her there.
Warm, delightful tingles spread across the area he touched. Maybe the lube he’d used heated upon skin contact. Feeling more confident, she swayed her hips into his touch, silently asking for more. What else did he have in mind?
Groaning, he added another finger to his exploration, and he slipped them into her channel. She gasped, getting used to the unfamiliar intrusion. Then, he positioned his cock close enough to her cunt, without entering.
He teased her by stroking the thick head of his rod on her folds. Zings of anticipation traveled through her, and she clenched the pillow with both hands. Unable to stay still, she bucked toward him once more. This time, he heard her plea—and thrust his cock inside her wetness, earning a low groan from her. The more they made love, the quicker her body adjusted to his.
“Theo. Yes. This,” she whispered, barely able to string words together.
He began to pull back then plunge forward, all the way to the hilt, and she heard his breath. Labored. Rough. Much like hers.
She rocked her hips into him, loving the rhythm he set. He began to thrust his fingers in and out of her hole, and each time he entered her anal passage, the warm sensation grew, and the friction shot tides of tingly awareness through her. God, she wouldn’t be able to take any more stimulation.
“I love being inside you like this. You’re soaking wet and ready and”—he stopped for a moment and withdrew his cock halfway, then slammed inside her so deep, she yelped—“so hot.”
“Theo. I don’t think I can last long.”
“Then don’t, agapi mou.” He proved his point by intensifying his thrusts into her hole. Fiery passion flowed through her veins, her blood hot and thick. He drove himself in and out of her, from both holes, harder, with stronger plunges, and when the blood began to boil in her stream, she wavered.
Letting the waves of pleasure ride her, her head fell on the pillow, strength deserting her as her body convulsed. She closed her eyes, seeing golden and silver specks behind her lids, along with a release that, at least, offered some serenity.
She was still quivering when he removed his fingers from her hole, only to grab her hips with both hands, his fingers biting into her skin. She mentally braced herself for his orgasm, knowing he’d been holding out for too long.
He drew out his dick midway and then plunged inside.
Once.
Twice.
Her breath caught in her throat.
The third time, he growled, the masculine and animal-like sound filling the space. He poured his seed inside her, and she felt him trembling on top of her, jerking as his own pleasure overtook him.
When he dropped to her side on the bed, she turned her head to face him. “I’m going to tell Madame Alexa I won the auction lottery.”
He peered at her, then ran his finger down her nose.
“I mean, you could have been a much older man with a beer belly and—”
“I don’t want to think of you with any other man,” he said, cutting her off. A trace of annoyance laced his words.
She sucked in a breath. Shit. That was probably not the best way to pillow talk. However, wasn’t it sad he had the luxury of not imagining her with someone else, but she did not? He’d not only bed but marry another woman. The thought left a bitter taste in her mouth. “I don’t want to, either,” she said. Hell, it wasn’t a lie.
When she returned to the United States, she’d be busy transitioning her brother into his new home, getting to know his therapists and care team. She’d have to study the best way to invest her new money, and learn what she needed to do in order to open her own restaurant. A whole new life awaited her.
He planted a kiss on her shoulder, and she pulled up the sheet to cover her body, then snuggled closer to him.
