Secret? What secret?
Oh yes. Now I remember. I was talking about breasts. Through little pants I say, “Breasts aren’t necessarily erogenous.”
He lifts his head and looks at me. “Really?” Then he glances at my chest and rolls to the side of me.
“Really.” I have an urge to put my hands on the back of his head and push him down to chest level, but now that I’ve got his attention, I need to finish my thought before I lose it again. “Breasts are like a female thermometer, they change with her cycle. So, you must fight the temptation to play too rough...unless of course the woman likes it that way.”
“I see.” He licks his lips. “And, how do you like it?”
“Why don’t you find out for yourself?” I caress my nipple through my camisole until it forms a noticeable peak through the material. “Use some food or ouzo the way I did. Start here.” I drag my hand up to my mouth. “And go slow, watching and paying attention to my response.”
“Okay.” He reaches across me, grabbing the first thing off the tray. The glass of ice—now half-melted. He takes a drink and sets the glass back down. Well, that’s not exactly what I had in mind, but...
Oh! Except he’s kissing me and there’s ice in his mouth. Very nice! That’s the thing I love about Nicolai. He thinks for himself. He knows what he wants to do, he just needs the tiniest of nudges to go ahead and do it.
The slippery ice slides back and forth between our mouths, both cool and sensual. It soon melts and Nicolai grabs another cube from the glass. He rubs the ice along the seam of my lips and I part to take it in but he doesn’t let me. He draws a cool wet line down my chin and throat, following the line with his mouth, licking and sucking as he goes until he reaches the hollow at the base of my throat.
Down the ice moves and he’s tugging on the top of my silk cami until the spaghetti strap slips off my shoulder. He moves the ice lower, pulling the silk down, revealing the top of my breast and then...my nipple. There’s barely any ice left, but there’s enough to circle my nipple until it’s a wonderfully painful bud of cool pleasure.
The contrast between the cold ice and Nicolai’s fiery mouth is divine. I arch toward him, gasping and grinding all at the same time. The suction that was too much on my neck is not enough on my nipple.
“Tessa.” His whisper is ragged in my ear. “Am I too rough? I can’t tell?”
“More,” I say. “Give me more.”
He does. Oh! Does he ever. The man has the mouth of a god, sucking and licking, biting and devouring. He feasts on my breast and I never want it to end. Whoever said there’s a connection between the brain and the vagina forgot to mention there’s a third connection between the clitoris and the nipple. At least in my body there is.
What he is doing to me right now? He may as well be doing to my clit. I am that stimulated.
“Dammit, Tess,” he groans in my ear. “I’m ready.”
By the fierce movement of his hips, he’s not lying.
I’m ready too. Oh, so ready.
But it’s not time yet. I mean, we could do it. Of course we could do it. Of that I have no doubt. But there’s still too much we haven’t explored yet, still so much he’ll miss out on if we go straight for sex right now.
I remember when I was a virgin. Yes, it was a while ago, but that doesn’t mean I don’t remember how fun it was to make out for hours and hours before giving up my virginity. Kissing, touching, grinding. Swollen lips, damp jeans. I wouldn’t trade it. I remember the first time a boy touched me intimately and what a marvel it was to explore the new, incredible, intimate sensations. I want Nicolai to have some sense of what that’s like. It may be torture but it’s blissful torture.
Necessary torture.
That’s why I do something completely out of character for me. I wriggle out from under him and I back away from the bed.
“Where are you going?”
“You’re not ready.”
“I am.” He angrily tugs at the button on his waistband and his erection pops out.
“Don’t.”
“Why? I need you. Please. Don’t make me beg.”
“I don’t want you to beg. I don’t. But I want you to be ready and to have the opportunity to learn as much as possible before we move forward. There’s just so much left to do and...Nicolai, you’re going to be fucking for the rest of your life. Enjoy this time. Enjoy everything.” I stop speaking because he’s got his cock in his hand and he’s rubbing. Hard.
I swallow.
“Come here,” he says. Who is he? Did I conjure up my dream Nicolai?
“No,” I say. Yet, as I stand there, my hand slips down between my legs and I rub in time with him.
“Touch me, Tess. Please.”
I shake my head even though every part of me is screaming for me to do exactly what he’s asking. He is so magnificent. The skin on his shaft is darker than the rest of him, the tip is darker still. His erection is just...so very erect, like there is absolutely no give and I imagine what something so beautifully hard and full would feel like inside of me.
I want to taste him. Touch him. Straddle him. I want him inside me, stretching me, everywhere. And suddenly I move. I tug off my silk cami and crawl onto the bed in front of him, lying on my back so that my legs are on either side of his knees.
“No touching,” I say, panting. “Mutual masturbation.”
Chapter Eleven
I keep my silk boxers on because I know if I take them off, all will be lost. So while Nicolai pumps his cock above me, I squeeze my breasts with one hand while my other is inside my shorts, plunging into my slick depths. At the rate he’s stroking, it’s not going to take long.
For either of us.
As predicted, soon his shoulders hunch and his right hand moves at lightning speed along his length while his left cups and squeezes his balls.
“Come on my stomach,” I whisper.
That’s all it takes. Those four simple words throw him into a frenzy. He grips his shaft with both hands and squeezes while bursts of hot, creamy cum explode onto my tummy.
It’s been so long since I’ve done this, since a man has come on me instead of in me, that all it takes is a little twist of my clit ring and I’m done. I thrust three fingers deep while my flesh pulses around me, never taking my eyes off Nicolai who is still stroking the last waves of his orgasm, his face pinched in the expression I love best. Pain. Pleasure. Ecstasy.
When he opens his eyes, he looks down at me in awe and wonder and...victory. The expression doesn’t last as he sees the mess he’s made on my stomach.
He scrambles off, zipping himself back together as he hurries to the en suite, returning with a damp cloth and a towel. He hands the linens to me but I return the cloth. “You do it,” I say quietly. My hand is still inside my shorts and I draw it out slowly, letting my damp fingers rest on my open leg. He sits on the bed and takes the wet cloth, carefully wiping my stomach as I caress my inner thigh.
“Tess?”
“Mmm?”
“Did you...?”
“Did I orgasm?”
“Yes.”
“Yes. I did. And it was one of the most satisfying orgasms I’ve had in the last few days.”
“How many orgasms have you had in the last few days?”
“You don’t want to know.”
With a smile, he shuts his eyes and I cover his hands. Taking the dry towel away from him, I finish wiping my stomach and then roll off the bed to find my clothes. Once I’m dressed, I catch Nicolai watching me with a questioning look. Gone is the self-assured, authoritative man of a few minutes ago and in his place is a young man who is still uncertain. It is this look that reassures me I’ve done the right thing by slowing us down. Already he’s learned so much but there’s still so much to teach him.
I crawl back onto the bed, sitting up beside Nicolai. Miraculously, the plate of strawberries is still intact and I take one and pass the plate to him. Silently, we finish the strawberries while side by side in be
d. Our thighs are touching and his skin is warm against mine.
“So,” he says. “What’s next?”
“You will spend the night again.”
“Okay.”
I go up onto my knees and straddle him. It’s a position I’m beginning to enjoy. Leaning down I gently touch my lips to his. “Just kissing.”
His hands come around and span my lower back. “Just kissing and...?”
I run my tongue along his lips. “Just kissing. All night long. And that’s all.”
He groans, but it’s a good groan. “Everywhere?”
“No. Tonight, just here.” I slide my finger into his mouth. Then I kiss him again, softly. Sweetly. Moving close to his ear, I whisper, “Tomorrow, we kiss everywhere.”
***
How to describe the night we spent together? I don’t know. All I know is, I think I need to spend more nights...just kissing. My God. When’s the last time I’ve done that? It was wonderful. It was agony. It was beautiful, wonderful, sensual agony. People think they need all these sex toys and bondage to get off—myself included—but I challenge you to spend a whole night kissing and see what happens to your libido because I can tell you what happened to me. At some point, I got over the fact that we wouldn’t be having sex and I just got into the sensual act of making out. I started practicing what I was preaching which resulted in Nicolai following suit. We kissed for hours. Then we got up and ate and sat out on the terrace and kissed some more under the light of the moon, with the sound of surf crashing against the beach like my pulse was cashing through my veins.
We crawled back into bed and kissed until my lips were wonderfully bruised and my body was on fire. I don’t even remember falling asleep. One minute we were kissing, the next I was waking up with the sun shining in the window and a big, warm, sleeping man beside me.
Now, I lie here and watch him sleep, admiring the careless way his arm is flung over his head and the sexy yet vulnerable sweep of his lashes against his cheek.
Nicolai Kinellis is absolutely beautiful and my heart gives a little flippity flop as I watch him sleep.
I sneak out of bed and tiptoe down to the kitchen where I make poached eggs and arrange slices of cut up fruit on a plate. I want to treat Nicolai by bringing him breakfast in bed today, but I’m too late. I’ve just figured out how to use the Greek-style coffee pot when he appears in the kitchen, bright-eyed and beautiful.
“Good morning.”
My smile is huge. “Good morning.”
He indicates the breakfast tray. “What’s this? You’re my guest. You shouldn’t be cooking.”
Walking up to him, I place my palms on his chest, enjoying the heat emanating right through his cotton shirt. “I hope I’m more than just a guest.” Going up on tiptoe, I kiss him.
He returns the kiss. It is not the typical good morning peck. It is a full on kiss. Warm wet lips, inquisitive tongues, mmmm...good morning!
I drop back down from my toes and he briefly rests his head on top of mine. “Last night was wonderful.”
“It was, wasn’t it?”
“Mmm.” He moves away to tend to my botched attempt at coffee. “Though I have to say, I look forward even more to today.”
So do I. I’m sure that’s why I woke so early, feeling completely refreshed. Who needs coffee? Anticipation is a healthy and effective stimulant.
“What do you want to do today?” I ask as I set the table for breakfast.
He pours coffee into two cups and sets them down before answering. “I want to lie naked in bed with you. All day. By the end, I will make love to you.”
I swallow. I want the same thing. But...
“We can’t just spend the whole day in bed.”
“Why not?”
I laugh. “Because—”
“Are you afraid you’ll tire me out?”
“No.” I set the tray down and grin at him because if there’s one thing I’ve learned about Nicolai, it’s that though he may appear older than his years, his sexual stamina is right in-line with his age bracket. “I’m afraid you’ll tire me out.”
His look is brazenly sexual. His whole demeanor is brazenly sexual this morning and I start to think spending a day in bed with him, allowing him to kiss my entire body while I take my turn at exploring his, sounds like a pretty damn fine idea.
“Ah.” His expression changes and I glimpse the young man again. “Sometimes I forget. This is your holiday and...”
“Don’t for a minute think I’m not enjoying myself. I’m as anxious as you. I just think we need to do other stuff too.”
His eyebrows lift at my reference to ‘other stuff’. Damn, he’s becoming as dirty minded as me. Like teacher like pupil, I guess.
I point to the food. “But first, we eat.”
***
Nicolai spends the morning with his cousins. He was a little cryptic about the unexpected family meeting but I don’t push him. I’m sure there are all kinds of problems at the moment what with unemployment rates through the roof. He promises to text me when he’s finished, so for the first time since arriving in Molyvos, I turn my mobile on, ignoring the messages that have piled up.
While I wait for Nicolai’s text, I decide to go check out Paolo’s art gallery. The gallery is on the other side of town, which in Molyvos means it only takes me about fifteen minutes to walk there. As expected, his gallery is small but is filled with a wonderful assortment of pieces. Paolo works in a variety of mediums but his watercolors are my favorite; his landscapes and nudes in particular.
Okay, I admit it, the nudes are my favorite and I decide to buy one for Nicolai.
“This one,” I say, pointing to a painting of a lovely, dark-haired nude, lying on the ground beneath what appears to be the shade of an olive tree, one leg bent the other extended, as if waiting for a lover. It’s called Sappho in the Garden.
“No. I think this one,” Paolo says, pointing to another, called The Time Traveler.
“Really?” It’s a naked woman leaning against on an old stone wall at sunset. It’s beautiful, with bleeding pinks and golds. But it’s smaller and has a lower price tag. “I don’t know.”
“This is the one you must get.” He takes his choice off the wall and proceeds to wrap it before I’ve given my consent.
“Fine,” I say. “But I’m taking the other one too.”
Paolo wraps my second painting and before I leave, he makes me promise to visit before I depart. We kiss again and it seems like he lingers longer than last time, his fingertips brushing beneath my chin.
I recognize the signs. Paolo is letting me know that he is open to resuming our love affair. I’m about to comment on his unspoken invitation and to let him know I’m not interested. But that’s not how Paolo works. He likes subtlety and, like me, he has no expectations. Therefore, if I don’t show up until my day of departure, he’ll understand.
I squeeze his hand good-bye and head back out to the street. After wandering through a few more shops, my mobile bings.
I type before rushing home...I mean, rushing back to the guesthouse. I’m anxious to see Nicolai again. I haven’t felt this much anticipation since—I don’t know when. When I return, the first thing I do is give him the bag with the paintings.
“What’s this?”
“Open it.”
He unwraps the larger one first and looks at it. “Ahh, Sappho. Very nice.” He hands it back to me. “It’s too much.”
I shake my head. “It’s not a gift. It’s more of a favor, really.”
He looks at me questioningly.
“I don’t know why I bought these. I mean, I don’t have anywhere to put them.” I shrug. “I was hoping you’d keep them, you know, put them on the wall somewhere. So I’ll always know where they are.”
Tilting his head to one side, Nicolai studies me for a few seconds. “If I hang them, does that mean you’ll return?”
My heart flips first and my stomach follows with a weird
little somersault. “Maybe.” I try to sound nonchalant. “But if I don’t, at least I’ll always know they are here.”
He nods and the way he looks at me reminds me of the boy he once was who used to watch me as if I was a curiosity.
“What?”
“You are a...an interesting woman.”
“Thanks.” I point. “Okay, open that one.”
Slowly he opens the second package and stares at the image for a long time, not saying anything. He glances up at me beneath those incredible lashes and then goes back to staring at the image.
“If you don’t like it, you can give it away or sell it. I’m not as attached to that one.”
He shakes his head and says softly, “No.” When he looks up again, he has a funny expression on his face. “Do you know the artist of these paintings?”
What a strange question. “I do, actually. Why?”
“Paolo Berardi?” His expression changes again, hardening perhaps.
“You don’t like it?”
“I like it.” He stands. “And I know just the place for it.”
“Where?”
“In my bedroom.”
He carries the painting upstairs and I follow. Breathless. Three little words and I’m quivering with arousal. What will I do when we reach his bedroom? I don’t know. I haven’t thought that far in advance, because too much of my blood is flooding places in my body that are not my brain for me to be thinking clearly.
Once we reach the third floor landing Nicolai turns to me. “Do you want to come in?”
“Yes. If you don’t mind.”
“Of course not.”
I’ve never been up to this level before. It is more old-fashioned than the rest of the house. With a small sitting room off a tiny kitchen, a small bathroom and two bedrooms, it seems too small for Nicolai. He’s a giant in his own home.
“Would you like to see some of my work?”
“I’d love to.”
He ushers me into what was probably once a bedroom, now filled with a drafting table covered in drawings. A large window overlooks the town including a corner of the ancient fortress. In contrast to the ancient buildings out his window, the drawings on the walls and on the table are all ultra-sleek, modern structures.
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