“Can I ask you something?”
“Sure,” I say softly, as I let myself be lulled by the relaxing sensation of his hands on my body.
“What changed?”
“Hmm?”
“You were talking and I was...fine. And then all of a sudden, something changed.”
I roll my head to the side and say, “Well, I was massaging your legs only inches away from your cock.”
“That’s true. But there was something else too.”
“I suppose,” I say, “my intention changed.”
“Your intention?”
“Mmhmm. We were talking about innocent things. My life. Travel. Attachment. That sort of thing. But then, while I was working your legs, I started having naughty thoughts.”
“Naughty? How naughty?”
Lifting my head I strain to look at him. “Very naughty.”
“Like?”
“Like...imagining I was touching you.”
“Touching me where?”
“Your ass.” I lick my lips. “Your cock.”
He stops massaging.
“I imagined myself licking you, sucking you...”
He closes his eyes.
“In my mind,” I say softly, “I was rubbing you against my pussy and then...I just started fucking you silly.”
He groans. “Good God. Do you have any idea what you do to me?”
I smile and rest my head back down on my hands. I have to say, as much as I like being controlled by men, there is something heady about having a strong, virile young man completely and utterly under my control. It’s a new experience and I’m thoroughly enjoying it. I wriggle into the mattress, making myself comfortable and purposely rubbing myself against him so that I can hear him groan again.
“Dirty talk,” I say once I’m comfy. “Definitely plays a part in arousal. Some don’t like it. I do.” I lift my head again. “Obviously, you do too.”
We spend the rest of the evening lying in bed together. Eventually we turn the lights off and play more touching games. I keep it innocent for my own sanity’s sake. I don’t think I can handle being so turned on and then having to sleep beside Nicolai. I don’t trust myself.
I think back to when I was a young girl and the things we used to do, things like writing messages or drawing pictures on each other’s backs and trying to guess what we were writing or drawing. That kind of thing. I fall asleep first...I think...because, before I know it, I hear a rooster through the open window. I go to reach for Nicolai but the bed’s empty.
I sit up and yawn, stretching like a well-rested cat. Nicolai taps softly on the door and enters, “Good morning,” he says. Is it my imagination, or is his voice getting deeper? It could be just the morning grogginess, but I like it. He carries in a tray with coffee and pastry and sets it on the bedside table.
“Wow,” I say, reaching for a pastry. “A girl could get used to this.”
Nicolai gives me a sexy half-smile but doesn’t comment.
“Aren’t you going to have some?”
“I’ve already eaten.”
“Oh.” I take a bite, savoring the delicious honey-filled treat. “Did you sleep okay?”
“As well as can be expected.”
Licking my fingers I say, “One of these nights I’ll tire you out so thoroughly, you’ll sleep like you’ve never slept before.”
He makes a little grunting sound and I notice his eyes are on my fingers. I’m tempted to offer him a sticky digit, but that would be skipping ahead. I wipe my fingers on a napkin. “So, about these lessons.”
Shifting uneasily from foot to foot, Nicolai says, “Yes, about that...” He hesitates.
“You don’t want to stop, do you?”
Shaking his head, he says, “No. But, I’ve got some work to take care of this morning.”
“Of course. Don’t let me distract you.”
He laughs at my comment as if to say I distract him no matter what I do. I grin because I can’t help it. I’m having way too much fun. “Why don’t we meet up after lunch? Will that work?”
He nods and leaves, a secretive smile plastered across his face, his exit a little stiff-legged perhaps.
Good. I hate it when I’m the only one aroused.
***
I do a bit of sightseeing around town. With everything that’s happened between me and Nicolai, I haven’t had a chance to wander around Molyvos, so I spend the morning getting reacquainted with the place, taking my time in shops, getting lost up and down streets, exploring the castle again—which is magnificent because I’m the only one there this time—and stopping for lunch at the Seahorse Hotel. I eat some delicious fresh fish dish at an outdoor table, right beside the harbor. It’s so beautiful, I feel like I’m in a postcard, except that I’m overwhelmed by a strange sense of melancholy. After ordering a coffee, I try to read my book, but find myself staring out to sea instead.
I should be thinking about Nicolai. I should be planning this afternoon’s lesson. But instead I think of Chase, my ex-husband, and I wonder what he’s doing right now. In the last few years I’ve managed to banish nearly all thoughts of him from my mind. So, why am I thinking of him now?
I take a sip of my coffee. It must be this place. It’s exactly the same as it was seven years ago and I’d come to the Seahorse then, ordered coffee and sat and stared at the harbor and thought of Chase. Now, it’s like the ghosts of my thoughts from back then have returned to haunt me.
“Tessa? Tessa Savage?”
I look up to find a man standing beside my table. His eyes are heavy-lidded and seductive. His chin is square with a hint of growth that begs fingers and skin to rub it, his smile is playful, with a touch of arrogance. He isn’t tall, compared to Nicolai, maybe only 5’9”, but his shoulders are broad and powerful as his one-size-too-small black t-shirt is meant to accentuate. His dark hair is long and glossy and tied at the nape of his neck.
I grin. “Oh my God. Paolo.”
What a blast from the past. Paolo Berardi, who pronounces his name, Pow-lo, is Swiss-Italian. He’d come to Lesvos to paint not much before I’d come seven years ago. We’d struck up a friendship, sharing many bottles of wine, philosophical discussions and some wonderful sex. I never thought he’d still be here. I never thought I’d ever see him again. “I can’t believe you still live here,” I say.
“I fell in love here...I haven’t been able to leave.” His eyes sparkle with mischief as he indicates the chair across from me.
“Sit, sit.” I close my book and lean forward. “It’s so nice to see you again.”
“And you.”
We spend the next half hour catching up. I could have easily spent all afternoon with Paolo, he’s an interesting man and a great conversationalist, but I have a date with Nicolai I don’t want to miss. I promise Paolo to visit his gallery sometime during my stay and then stand to leave.
After we kiss good-bye, I make my way back to the guesthouse with a warm feeling in my stomach. Running into Paolo makes me feel something, something strange. A sense of familiarity of place? I don’t know. I guess maybe this is how people feel in their own towns, running into their friends every day, saying hello to neighbors. I can see how some people might find it comforting.
Once back at the guesthouse, I find Nicolai in the kitchen, cleaning up after his lunch. He doesn’t notice me at first and I take a moment to watch him while he’s completely at ease. For one so young, there is a confidence about his movements that I admire. He’s not fidgety or hyper like some males his age. He’s got the composed movements of a self-assured man.
Damn.
“Tessa, I didn’t hear you come in.”
“I just walked in the door,” I lie. “Are you finished everything you needed to get done?”
He nods while wiping his hands on a tea towel.
“Good. Go grab your beach gear. You’re taking me to the beach this afternoon.”
Within half an hour we’re settled on the motorbike, heading to some secret beach N
icolai knows about. I enjoy the ride, snuggled up behind him, trying unsuccessfully not to think about the fact that if I just drop my hands a few inches I’ll be able to find out if he’s as aroused as I am.
Surprisingly, I manage to control myself.
“Ahh, this is nice,” I say as I scope out the tiny beach. There’s no one else in sight and the cove is sandy and secluded. He spreads a blanket on the sand and strips down to his bathing trunks—if you can even call them that. Tiny speedos cover only the essentials and I don’t bother hiding my raw admiration of his fine form.
“What?” He narrows his eyes at me.
“Wow. You are something else,” I say, grabbing some sun lotion. He totally doesn’t need it because his skin is already bronzed and beautiful even though it’s only spring, but I want an excuse to touch him because I’m a dirty girl.
“Lie down,” I say. “I’ll do you and then you do me.”
He groans. “Do you have to make everything you say so sexual?”
I crawl up beside him. “Do you want me to stop?”
“No.”
I rub lotion into his shoulders, kneading, caressing, enjoying. Slowly, I move down his back to the lovely curve of his buttocks. I want to caress him but I don’t, I keep my hands moving on to his legs, working his strong hamstrings like he’s made of clay. I can’t help replaying the fantasy from last night over in my mind. Touching him. Sucking him. Fucking him.
“Tessa?”
“Hmm?”
“What are you thinking about?”
Lying beside him, I drape a leg across his legs and rub. “What do you think?”
With a scowl, he pushes himself up. His face is flushed and his full, sensual lips are pulled back in a snarl. I don’t care because what is evident behind the thin material of his suit is that Nicolai—just as I suspected—is all potent, virile male. Where there was a bulge before, there is—my, my—a mound of barely restrained, heavenly male arousal.
My mouth forms an ‘o’ of appreciation which seems to make him even more ruffled. He shakes his head, turns and stalks down to the water’s edge, walking straight in until he’s deep enough to dive beneath the waves. Fifteen minutes later, my young Adonis is transformed into Poseidon, god of the sea, as he emerges wet and lithe, shaking his head like a lion shakes its mane, whipping water in all directions.
The man is beautiful. I gape at him like a teenager with my first big crush.
As he nears, I reach around and undo my bikini top and let it fall, taking great satisfaction in the look of stunned appreciation on his face.
He kneels on the blanket beside me, his large body making me feel extra small and feminine.
“Tessa?”
“It’s time for your test,” I say breathlessly because the way he’s staring is constricting my airway.
“Your breasts? That’s the test?”
“No. Sit.”
He sits, though his gaze doesn’t leave my chest. With a finger beneath his chin, I lift his head. “Focus here for a second.” I indicate my eyes.
He does, but his eyes keep flicking lower.
“You’re being such a male right now,” I laugh.
“I am a male.”
“You don’t need to remind me of that.” I let my gaze drop too. The cool water and swim may have helped at first, but not completely. No. He is becoming deliciously aroused again. Deliciously aroused.
“So, why did you remove your top?”
“To distract you.”
“It’s working.”
“Good.” My laughter makes my breasts bounce which in turn seems to make it impossible for Nicolai to look away.
He shakes his head. “You are...” He runs his hand through his damp hair. “...fuck, you are beautiful.”
“Holy shit. Well done,” I say as I touch my tight nipples. “You’ve just made me feel desirable...again.”
He groans and closes his eyes. “You enjoy torturing me, don’t you?”
“Maybe. Now, show me what you’ve learned in the touch department.”
In a strained voice, he asks, “What do you want me to do?”
“You’re going to arouse me by touching a non-sexual part of me.”
“I’m sorry. What?”
I drop my arm in his lap and point to it. “Make love to my arm.”
He scrubs a hand up and down his face. “I don’t know what that means.”
“Figure it out.”
He makes a face while staring at my arm, though his eyes still flick back and forth to my breasts. After shifting his legs beneath me, he starts touching. His fingers run up and down the length of the inside of my arm, following the same path to the point that my skin becomes desensitized.
I close my eyes. “You’re distracted.”
“No shit.”
“Intent, Nicolai. Don’t think about the fact you want to touch my breasts but can’t.” Just to be a shit, I use my freehand to touch myself with exaggerated caresses, running my thumb over my erect nipple.
Nicolai groans and his grip tightens on my other wrist.
“Think about how much you want to touch my arm. Look at my skin, focus on your fingertips and my response to your touch. Failing that, do what I do.”
“What do you do?”
“I use my imagination. Pretend my arm is my breast. Or another part of me.”
He grunts in reply and I ease back onto my other elbow, arching my back so that my breasts appear to best advantage.
I’m so bad.
His fingers rest on my pulse for a few seconds before he resumes. Suddenly, everything changes. First he starts delicately tracing the faint veins on my forearm leading to my wrist. He takes my hand in his left and strokes it with his right. It’s not a massage, no. This is something else. He curls my fingers into a loose fist, circling it with his hand, around my thumb, my entire fist, gently cupping and caressing. Then he does something that makes me gasp. He dips his fingers inside the cavern created by my half-closed hand.
Whatever he’s thinking, it’s working because my flesh heats up and it has nothing to do with the sunshine or the warm breeze. The inside of my hand grows moist and his grip on my fist tightens. My fingers are no longer my fingers, but my legs. The dampness of my enclosed palm becomes the moist heat at the juncture of my thighs.
Nicolai pries my fingers apart as if he’s using his knees to spread mine. His breath quickens, as does mine. I imagine it is not his fingertips but something else that aches to find the moisture at my core. He coaxes, nudges and finally delves in and out. My hand is prodded, caressed and wooed and I yield to his touch, letting him control me, letting him control the penetration. When he forces three fingers inside the hollow of my fist and twists, I gasp and yank my hand away.
“Did I hurt you?”
“No.”
He’s sitting back on his haunches, a smoldering look in his eyes. “So?”
“So...” I glance down at my bared chest. My skin is covered in a fine sheen, my nipples are erect and pointing right at him. I grab my bikini top and try to fasten it, which is tricky because I’m trembling. “That was...good.”
“Good?”
“No. Better than good. God, Nicolai, it was like you were fucking my hand. And the best part was, it was completely new. It wasn’t something I’d shown you, it was all you.”
His lips twist in a smile of pleasure. “So we move on?”
“Hell yes, we move on,” I say as I push myself to my feet. “But first, I need to go cool down.” I head to the water’s edge and do as he did, and dive beneath the cool waves, hoping it will ease some of this unbearable thrumming pressure that I’m finding harder and harder to tamp down.
Chapter Nine
I return to the blanket, wet and refreshed but one look at the beautiful man lying face down on the blanket and my arousal returns with a vengeance. I sit beside him, cross-legged and he rolls over and sits up.
“Better?” he asks with a twinkle in his gorgeous eyes.
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p; “Marginally.”
“Anything I can do to help? Lotion perhaps?”
Oh God. Seriously? If Nicolai spreads lotion on me, getting me all slippery and slick, I will be in grave danger of initiating him right here. Right now. Sun, sand and all. As romantic as sex on the beach sounds, it’s not. I’ve tried. More than once (you’d think I’d learn). Sand creates friction and gritty sexual friction isn’t good.
“I’m fine,” I say.
“I can help you with that bikini top if you like. Most beaches around here are topless.”
“Too much of a distraction.”
“I think I’ve proved I can handle it.”
I shake my head. “Not for you. For me.”
That makes him laugh. “So, what’s next?”
I move up onto my knees and lean forward, placing two fingers against his lips. “Kissing.”
His lips move beneath my fingertips, parting slightly, and I can feel the moisture from his mouth. Closing my eyes, I take a deep breath.
“Tessa?”
“Hmm?”
“Are you okay?”
“No.” I drop my hand and open my eyes. His incredible hazel eyes look almost green in the sunlight and their brightness combined with his raw, smoldering look is more than I can take. “Let’s go back to the house.”
“But we just got here.”
“I know.” I stand and start to collect our things. “But I need to masturbate.”
He chokes. “That was blunt.”
“So is my need. Men and women aren’t that different you know. I’m not a machine and all this stuff we’re doing is driving me batshit crazy.”
As I pack up, he doesn’t help, he just watches my every movement. Annoyed, I look over. “What are you doing?”
“I’m picturing what it might look like.”
“Give me another day or two and I’ll show you.” I walk straight up to him, pressing my damp bikini clad breasts against his still bare chest. “I’ll teach you how to do it for me.” I nudge my leg between his. “I’ll even return the favor. With my hand and my mouth.”
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