Adonis in Athens - Page 29

He put his hands under her ass and squeezed, lifting her against his hips as he started to thrust harder and faster, watching her face each time he shifted into a slightly different position. There, he thought, as her eyes squeezed shut and her mouth fell open.

“Oh! Apollo! Apollo…”

She was close. He could feel her clenching around him now, tighter and stronger as he stroked the spot that seemed to be moving her towards release.

“Open your eyes, koukla mou,” he whispered, working desperately to focus on her pleasure without losing control first.

When those beautiful hazel eyes locked with his, it was all over. He didn’t need her pussy to bring him over the edge; he only needed the look in her eyes. It said the words she’d never said aloud, but in that moment he saw it all; her love, her need and her complete devotion to him.

He pumped into her twice more before the world seemed to explode around them both. She was crying out his name, bucking against him, nails digging into his back, all while he crushed her mouth with his. Tangled, sweaty and shuddering with tiny aftershocks, neither of them could move except for a few reflexive jumps each time their joined bodies twitched.

“Just like before,” she whispered against his throat. “So different than with anyone else.”

“Different?” He pressed light kisses on her temple as he pushed sweaty tendrils out of her face.

“It’s so…boring with others. I think of other things…work, or what bill I forgot to pay, or some movie star I fantasize about.”

“So, it’s not boring with me?” he teased, smiling into her face. “You weren’t fantasizing about that Thor guy or something?”

“Chris Hemsworth?” she giggled. “Nah. I don’t need a Norse god—I have a Greek one.”

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With a satisfied smile, he reluctantly pulled out and slid off the bed to dispose of the condom. She padded after him, following him into the bathroom and waiting until he’d tossed the condom before using the facilities. She seemed oblivious to the fact that he stood in the doorway watching her until she glanced up and caught his stare.

“Am I not supposed to do this in front of you?” she asked curiously.

“It’s fine with me,” he smiled. “Just most women usually don’t.”

She got up and washed her hands, glancing back at him. “Do you have a lot of women spend the night here?”

He shook his head. “No. Only one woman who’s not related to me has ever been here and she never spent the night—I always drove her home after.”

She nodded even though she hated the thought that he’d shared the bed they’d just made love in with someone else.

“Does that bother you?” he asked, following her back to bed.

“How can it?” she countered. “We didn’t see or talk to each other for more than three years. I have no right to be jealous.”

“But you are.” A faint smile tugged at his lips. “I’ve had my share of boring sex as well, you know?”

She sat on the edge of the bed and wrapped her arms around herself.

“Are you cold, honey?”

She shook her head. “No. Just a little sad and overwhelmed.”

“Why are you sad?”

“Because in 48 hours I’ll be on a plane going far, far away from you.” Tears puddled in her eyes.

“You can come back,” he said, dropping to his knees in front of her and moving between her legs. “And in winter, when business is slower, maybe I could come to you for a week or two.”

Big tears splashed down her cheeks and he pulled her close, hating to see her cry, especially when he was the cause. “Signomi,” he whispered. I’m sorry.

“What?” she sniffled.

“That means I’m sorry. I hate that both times we’ve been together made you cry.”