Adonis in Athens - Page 28

She flushed prettily. “My husband is such a great guy, I can’t seem to help myself.”

“My wife is so incredibly sexy I’m not going to be able to keep my hands off her.”

When he kissed her again, it was with passion he’d been holding back for the entire three years since they’d last slept together. Now that she’d given him the okay, he was going to make every last second of their time together count, and he wanted most of it to be spent in bed.

His kiss went through her like a spark igniting a flame, and she was fully prepared to burn. This had been a quietly simmering ember for more than three years and she was ready to turn up the heat. She loved him for respecting her and wanting to be a gentleman, but that ended now. Her frustration with her boss, with Tom, and with the sudden end to her time with Apollo left her aching for something only he could satisfy. This was so much more than sex, so much more than having an orgasm and definitely more than a spring break or summer fling. He was a piece of the puzzle of her life that made her complete. She’d known it the first time she’d met him and she knew it now. It seemed that fate would continue to conspire to keep them apart, but nothing could keep him out of her soul.

She reached down, running her hand along the erection poking out of his boxers and gently squeezed. His mouth was still greedily fastened to hers but she slowly moved away, pressing her lips to his skin and nipping little sections as she moved down his chest. The dark, wiry hair tickled her face but she could only inhale deeply, trying to memorize his scent, his taste, the way his muscles tensed beneath his skin when she touched him. She slid her mouth wetly down his stomach, fascinated by how flat it was and the neatly trimmed curls at his groin.

“Paige, is that something you enjoy?” he asked in a rough voice, his fingers threading into her hair and tugging lightly.

“I do with you,” she whispered, gripping the elastic of his boxers and pulling them down when he raised his hips.

“Do you know how beautiful you are with your hand around me like that?” he asked, watching her slowly stroke him.

Her only response was to reach down with her other hand to cup the taut, heavy sacs beneath his throbbing penis. He shuddered against her as she toyed with them, squeezing a little and then running her fingernail lightly across the surface. She waited until he was breathing hard to lick just the tip of his cock, smiling when he trembled ever so slightly. Using both hands now, she stroked him until he was beautifully thick and erect. With patient precision, she traced the vein that ran along the top with her tongue, making him moan. She could feel the muscles in his thighs tightening as she moved over him, sucking gently on each of his balls with unhurried motions until he was shivering against her. When he growled her name, she kissed her way back up to the head and ran her tongue over the slit at the top. Keeping the pressure light, she watched his reaction as she let him slide in a little deeper with each stroke of her mouth. She sensed he liked it when she went faster, so she slid him between her lips with hard, fast bobs of her head. She alternated sucking and gliding her tongue along the soft, velvety skin until he started to tense. With her hands firmly around the base, she kept up a rhythm that made him groan. It seemed like he’d gotten bigger with each passing second and she knew he was straining to hold back.

“Not the first time, koukla mou,” he growled, pulling out of her mouth and dragging her up across his body so her lips were right against his. “When we do this, I want to be deep inside you, watching your face as we come together.”

“That sounds like a wonderful plan,” she sighed.

He flipped her onto her back and covered her body with his. Digging both of his hands into the hair on the sides of her head, he pulled it up to meet his heated kisses. Their tongues clashed together, twisting and curling until they couldn’t get any closer.

“So beautiful…so sexy…so mine.” He panted out the words between kisses, nipping and licking her lips until she was gasping with need. Desperate to feel all of her, he lifted to his knees and used one hand to lift her torso as well. With one flick of his fingers he unsnapped her bra and tossed it aside, looking down at her breasts with sheer pleasure. They were exactly as he remembered; sweet round globes that fit perfectly in his hands, with raspberry nipples that puckered the moment he touched them. He lowered his head to suck one deep into his mouth, chuckling when she gasped and seized a handful of his hair.

“Still sensitive,” he murmured, easing back and letting his tongue trace lines around the areola while he pinched the other nipple between two fingers.

“Oh!” Her chest arched up into his mouth and he sucked a little harder.

With each thrust of his tongue and pinch of his fingers, she got more and more sensitive, her breasts turning pink as he moved his hands, mouth and stubble over them. Enjoying the sounds she made as he did it, he took his time, not allowing her to move away or shift positions.

“Are you wet for me, koukla?”

“Yes! Please!” Her chest was rising and falling rapidly.

“Soon, baby.” He moved away, reaching for the foil packet on his nightstand and quickly sheathing himself. He slid between her parted thighs and ran his hands along the sexy, soft skin. She was bare now, unlike three years ago when she’d had a patch of sweet, light brown curls. He wasn’t a fan of bare pussies, finding them reminiscent of girls instead of women, but he had to admit it was sexy as hell on Paige.

“You shaved,” he whispered, kissing the crease of her thigh and then licking little patches of skin as he got reacquainted with her body. He’d only had the pleasure of going down on her once before but he remembered everything about it: her taste, her scent, and the exact spot that made her come. He’d save that for next time, though. Tonight, as promised, they would come together.

“You don’t like it?” she asked, almost nervously.

“Normally I don’t,” he admitted, his eyes meeting hers. “But on you…damn, it’s hot.” He placed a soft kiss right at the top of her sweet mound, careful to keep pressure light and away from her clit. She was dripping with need and he’d been serious about wanting them to climax together, so he merely teased her with his mouth until he was sure she couldn’t stand any more.

Without warning, he pushed a finger into her vagina and nearly lost control when she started to pulse around it. She was so ready, he couldn’t wait anymore either. He slid up and kissed her, soft and tender, covering her with his body and letting his weight press them tightly together.

“Do you remember the first time?” she whispered hoarsely, her eyes finding his.

“You trembled,” he whispered back, nipping at the skin on her neck. “You asked me to go slow because you thought my size might hurt you… Do you remember what it felt like when I started to put a little inside you?” He pressed against her now, closing his eyes against the feel of her tight entrance clamping around him.

“How gentle you were… How slow we went until…”

He was pushing deeper now, a tiny bit at a time, just as he’d done that first time.

“Until?” he prompted.

“Until I was so desperate for more I begged you to give me all of it,” she panted.

Without warning, he drove into her with such force her breath left her in a rush. He nearly lost his mind as she opened to take him, her warmth enveloping his cock like a glove. “Still so tight,” he ground out. He moved slowly, letting her adjust, moving in a circular motion that allowed him to touch different parts of her. Her hips jerked against him, and when she wrapped those silky legs around his waist he knew he wouldn’t be able to hold out very long.