When he nipped the back of her thigh, she growled. She contracted her body once, in a last attempt for control, but when she released it, the pleasure that’d been boiling in her burst out, detonating through her. Spasms waved through her, bright fireworks exploding in the corner of her eyes. She called his name until her throat became dry. He didn’t let up, and continued licking her, stroking, and touching until her climax rode one last wave, leaving her exhilaratingly sated.
He removed the dildo from her and stood behind her. Before she spoke, he placed her on the edge of the bed, her hands splayed against the linens, her ass in the air for his enjoyment. “You’re delicious, Amaya. I can’t get enough of you.”
“Then don’t.” She turned her face partially, peering at him. Flecks of silver flashed in the depths of his black irises, and she would have given anything to know their meaning. She quivered, not sure if it was because of the powerful orgasm from moments earlier or because of the crazy desire he evoked in her. When she glanced down at the bed linens, she heard the sound of him opening the tube and squirting some lube on his fingers. This was it. She knew it, and her heart skipped a beat.
To her surprise, he didn’t touch her ass immediately. First, he planted kisses on her shoulder, completely disarming her, making it hard to focus. Her chest rose and fell with each breath she took, her breasts full and heavy. She propped her elbows on the mattress, leaning for more support. He didn’t let go of her, licking the outer shell of her ear, as goose bumps rose on her flesh. She could smell her musky scent on his breath, and the fact he’d tasted every part of her so willingly turned her on even more.
“I don’t know how long I can wait, love.” He nipped the back of her neck, and her entire scalp sizzled with awareness.
“I’m ready,” she said in a voice raspier than usual and arched her ass to him for good measure.
He parted her cheeks with his palm, coating her with the lube, then made circular movements around her tight ring. He rubbed the thick head of his cock into her hole, pressing some of his dick in, gently. She sucked in a deep breath, preparing for the discomfort to come.
“I want you so much,” Theo said in a low voice. He peppered more kisses on her neck and shoulders, reactivating all those sparks of desire in her. She relaxed, loosening her legs, and he took advantage by entering more of himself in her. A discomfort stole her breath away. He’d touched her there with his fingers, but his thick cock was obviously a different story.
He cupped her breasts with both hands, and she whimpered, loving the feel of his strong fingers caressing her tits. “Every part of you. I. Want.”
Dios, she wanted to give him every part of her. Including her heart.
He played with her nipple, catching it between his thumb and index finger and squeezing it a little. A current of warmth moved through her, from top to bottom, heating up when it lasered through her cunt. Her clit throbbed in response, and her entire body became a bundle of oversensitive nerves ready to burst.
Swiftly, he continued to fill her asshole. Each time he added an inch, he distracted her with kisses, fondling her breasts, dirty talking. Excited, she moved one of his hands from her breast down to her pussy. She needed him to see how soaking wet he made her.
He groaned, and once inside her all the way, began moving his cock. The friction of him exploring her hole then withdrawing, only to plunge in again, set her nerves on fire. He cupped her pussy, his fingers scissoring her folds, teasing her clit.
Then he thrust two fingers into her slick heat, and removed them, and lifted them to her lips. “Taste the cream that drives me crazy,” he said.
She opened her mouth and darted out her tongue, licking her essence off his fingers, savoring the hint of tangy and female arousal. He slipped his fingers past her lips and she sucked them, much like she’d done to his cock so many times. The deed must have triggered a visceral, primal response in him because he let out an animalistic sound she’d never heard, and placed both hands at her waist, his fingers biting into her sides.
He pulled out his cock, then slammed inside her, harder than before. She moaned loud, loving how he filled her, stuffed her as if nothing could come between them. A lie, she knew, but one she didn’t have to face right now when in his arms, under his command, their bodies practically glued to one another.
She rocked her hips into his cock, and he got the message—she was ready for more. Hell, for all of it. With another guttural sound, he intensified his claim of her, ramming in and out of her. Each time, deeper—stronger.
He fucked her until her heart leaped up her throat, her pulse beating madly in her neck and temples. The climax building inside her overpowered her a lot quicker than any other times she’d made love to him—a volcanic-like sensation flooded her through her, relentlessly, recklessly. Her entire body trembled, hot, sweaty and spent.
Exhausted, she stretched out her arms, face falling into the linens. She barely registered when he lifted her ass one more time, to secure his own release, and gave her one last thrust—and soon, she heard his growl, felt him shuddering behind her as he poured his seed into her.
When he dropped next to her, they both looked at each other, and slid down the bed to the floor.
Chapter Sixteen
Amaya was brushing her hair when the doorbell rang. Since her arrival in Athens three weeks ago, she’d become more and more accustomed to the routine. She missed home, of course, missed her brother and Samantha, but enjoyed her temporary life in Greece.
She glanced around, searching for Theo. He must be working out in the downstairs state-of-the-art gym. The ring continued, and she placed the square brush on the dresser. She tied up her robe and left her bedroom.
Even though she’d slept in his bedroom at night, she’d kept her clothes and personal items in hers. That gave her a reminder some things should continue separate. When his mother had so successfully told her about Theo’s marriage, she decided to enjoy the time she had with him while she could. Melancholy tightened her middle section like a Spanx whenever she thought about her impending doom. One more week and their deal would come to an end.
Neither of them spoke about making arrangements for her departure. Maybe it’s easier that way.
She walked down the stairs and raced to open the door. When she did, a man in his late sixties with olive skin and expressive dark eyes greeted her in Greek. Bacchus Rhodes, Theo’s father.
“Hello,” she said, immediately forgetting the expressions she’d learned in his language. She hadn’t entered his room in the hospital, but recognized him from pictures. “Please come in.”
She stepped back and gestured for him to walk inside. “Would you like to talk to Theo?”
“My wife told me you went to the hospital and gave my son the…” He hesitated, then glanced around and cocked his head to one side. “…comfort he needed when I was at the hospital.”
“What I did was very little compared to what she did. I heard, she never left your side.”
