A Touch of Greek

by Tina Folsom

  Sophia’s naked body almost fell against him as he pulled her out of the shower. He instinctively pressed her wet form against his body and put his arms around her. She trembled in his embrace.

  “I’m here, agapi mou. Everything is fine.”

  “The water,” she sobbed, “it got hotter and hotter.”

  He let his hands trail over her back in a soothing motion and was surprised that she made no move to get out of his arms. “You should have just turned it off.”

  “I tried. It didn’t work.” Another sob tore through her body. “I couldn’t switch if off. And then the door was stuck. I couldn’t get out.” Words poured out of her, and he sensed her fear. “I was trapped.” Her panic was evident.

  Triton’s clothes were already soaked by the water dripping off her delectable curves, but surely any moment now she would realize that she was in his arms, naked and vulnerable. Triton reached for a large bath towel and draped it over her back.

  “Let me turn the water off and then we’ll get you cleaned up.”

  Reluctantly, he let go of her and went for the shower. He reached in and felt for the faucets. As he turned them, he noticed how seemingly tight they were. Someone with slippery hands would have difficulty turning them.

  When the water finally stopped running, he turned back to Sophia. She still stood exactly where he’d left her but was now wrapped in the large towel. He took two steps toward her and realized she was still shaking.

  “Are you hurt? Did you get burned?” He scanned the parts of her skin that were exposed to his view.

  She shook her head.

  Without giving it a thought of what she would think, he lifted her into his arms and carried her into the bedroom.

  “I couldn’t turn it off,” she insisted again.

  “I know.” He sat down on the bed and kept her in his lap, stroking up and down her back all the while. “I’ll have someone check out the shower tomorrow and see what’s wrong with it.”

  Her head bobbed up and down in agreement. “I’m not hysterical.”

  Triton tipped her head up with a hand to her chin and looked into her tearstained eyes. “I know you’re not hysterical.”

  She sniffed.

  “You scared me there for a moment.”

  Her eyes suddenly changed, as if she only just realized that she sat on his lap with only a towel wrapped around her. But he couldn’t let her get away now. The fear of thinking that something bad could have happened to her was still pulsing through his body, and he needed to calm himself.

  Triton lowered his lips to hers and kissed her. Soft, gentle, without demand. Sophia molded to him. She gave no resistance, only pressed herself closer to him. He’d missed that. He’d missed her. When she sighed, he nudged her lips apart with his tongue and dove into the inviting caverns of her mouth.

  A deep moan dislodged from his chest. Damn, but she tasted good. He would skip dinner anytime for a taste of her. Dinner, darn. Never mind, dinner could wait, but he couldn’t.

  Triton plundered, coaxed, conquered. With every stroke of his tongue against hers, with every lick, the kiss intensified. When he felt her arms come around his neck, the towel dropped off her shoulders. His hands suddenly felt naked skin underneath them. Naked, soft, warm skin.

  With a groan he pulled free of the kiss and put a finger on her lips. “Sophia, we have to stop now, or I won’t be able to stop at all.” Already now, his cock ached for release, pressing against her thigh.

  “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to force myself on—”

  “Force yourself? Sophia, I’m the one who’s taking advantage of the situation,” he corrected her. As if she could ever force herself on him. He’d be so lucky!

  “Oh.” She pulled back a little, giving him a perfect view of her beautiful breasts. His gaze dropped to them, and he was unable to tear himself away from the gorgeous sight.

  “Sophia, I, uh.” He couldn’t think clearly. All his blood was rushing from his brain to his cock, depriving him of his brainpower. Unable to stop himself, his hand reached for her breast. He palmed it gently. “I’m sorry, but I can’t stop. I don’t know what’s happening, but—”

  Sophia’s soft moan made him lift his gaze. Her lips were parted and still moist from his kiss, and her eyes were closed. “Please don’t stop,” she whispered and opened her eyes.

  “We shouldn’t.” He couldn’t do this, not like that. Before he made love to her, he had to tell her who he was. As least she had to know that they’d met before.

  “Sophia, you have to know something,” he started, “I have to tell you—”

  “Don’t you want me anymore?” Disappointment colored her voice, and a tensing of her body told him she was about to bolt.

  He tightened his arm around her waist. “I want you.” It was all his brain could muster before he sank his mouth back onto her lips and seared them with a passionate kiss. Screw noble, screw the fact he was taking advantage. He wanted her, and her words had told him that she wanted him too. He would tell her everything later.

  Triton kneaded her breast. It was the perfect combination of softness and firmness. Her nipple beaded under his caress, and her appreciative moan confirmed that he wasn’t misreading her. She was like a soft kitten in his arms, pliable and responsive.

  His tongue sought more of her, demanded more intimacy, a deeper penetration. Each stroke sent a bolt akin to one of Zeus’ thunderbolts through his loins. He would burst soon if he didn’t bury himself in her heat.

  His explorations of the delicious caverns of her mouth were met with equal enthusiasm on her part. Her response to him was more than he’d expected. How a mere mortal could ignite his entire body with unbridled lust and desire simply by kissing him, was unfathomable to him. Like little electrical shocks, every contact with her tongue and her lips sent him yet closer to the point of no return.

  It was as if Sophia was bent on burning the memory of her kiss into him for eternity, spoiling him for any other woman, for he knew instantly that no other woman had ever kissed him with such abandon, such desire as this mortal did. Surely, no mortal man would be able to resist her after a kiss like this. So, why hadn’t she been claimed? Were all mortal men stupid?

  Triton took what she offered. And then he took more, coaxed more passion from her body, more desire from her heart. His hands roamed freely over her naked skin now. Forgotten was everything, even the reason why he was with her. Zeus’ edict meant nothing in this instant. He didn’t want to gain her love merely so he could return home, no, he wanted her love for himself, for his own selfish need. Yes, selfish, because he knew he wasn’t the man who’d stay with one woman for eternity. He knew himself too well. But to gain her love would be the sweetest thing.

  He moaned deeply when he felt her hand stroke the sensitive skin at his nape. A shiver ran down his spine and settled in his groin. Sophia’s touch was as gentle as could be, but the effect was explosive. Triton had never been this sensitive to a woman’s touch. He was too familiar with women’s hands on his skin to be aroused by a simple touch of fingertips on his neck. But Sophia’s fingers turned his entire body into one erogenous zone.

  He eased himself back until he felt the mattress support him, keeping Sophia in his arms, then rolled to his side. The towel was now bunched at the foot of the bed and her gloriously naked body wasn’t covered by a single stitch. He felt himself seriously overdressed for the situation.

  “Undress me.” He wanted her to peel away his clothing at her own pace. The thought excited him.

  It was easy enough for her to push his t-shirt up his chest and over his head. Then her hands danced along his skin, caressing his naked chest as if she’d never felt a man’s body before. As if she was trying to see him. The moment her hands moved south, he sucked in a sharp breath. His erection strained against his shorts, wanting to be let out.

  But Sophia had clearly decided to torture him. Instead of opening the button and sliding down the zipper, she merely cupped his bulge with her p
alm.

  “By the gods!” His voice was strangled. If she continued doing this he’d embarrass himself and come in his pants.

  Her lips curved against his mouth. “Are you always this hard?”

  She was making jokes? In bed? Was she playing with him? “What are you gonna do about it?”

  She squeezed him.

  “Besides torturing me,” Triton added with a groan.

  “If you think that’s torture, I have a feeling you’re not going to survive this. I’ve barely started.”

  He hadn’t pegged her to have a wicked streak, but alas, he didn’t mind a surprise or two. “You’d better get started, agapi mou, or I’ll make a complete idiot out of myself soon.” He should be embarrassed about admitting something like that, but for whatever reason, he’d decided to be honest with her.

  As he captured her lips again, her hands worked his shorts open and slid them down his hips. He helped her strip him completely before he pulled her body flush to his, his shaft pressing against her stomach.

  The scent of her arousal drifted into his nostrils, and he soaked it up. Turning her so she lay on her back, his hand reached for her thigh and lifted it over his as he slid his own between her parted legs.

  When he let go of her lips, she seemed to want to protest, but the moment he trailed kisses along her neck, she sighed. Triton ventured lower, eager to taste her luscious breasts and those hard nipples. Her skin tasted of peaches, its softness enhanced by her recent shower. He glanced at her perfectly round breasts. They were the size of small grapefruits and filled his greedy palms perfectly. He felt the weight in his hand and squeezed, eliciting a soft moan from Sophia. Oh, how he liked a responsive woman.

  His tongue darted out and licked over the erect little bud, which couldn’t possibly get any harder than it already was. He liked to think that his kisses had aroused her like this, that she only responded to him with such excitement.

  Sophia’s chest heaved with every breath she took. He stole a glance at her face. Her eyes were closed, her teeth pulling her lower lip into her mouth as if trying to stop herself from screaming.

  Triton smiled and sucked her nipple into his mouth. A breathless “Oh” was her response. Never mind that he was aching for release, but showing her the greatest pleasure she could ever have had just become his overriding motive. He wanted her to come apart in his arms. No, not just wanted—needed. Call it male ego or whatever else, but to satisfy this desirable morsel in his arms was more important than anything else at this moment.

  With every lap of his tongue against her breasts, her breathing sped up and her body started twisting under his. He took the nipple in his mouth, tugging on it slightly. Encouraged by her moans, he gave it a tentative bite. She nearly arched off the bed, thrusting her breast further into his mouth. So he repeated the same on her other breast, before he released those beautiful round globes and moved down her stomach.

  Her belly wasn’t completely flat but had just enough flesh to provide a soft cushion for a man—or a god. Triton planted a kiss in her navel and headed for the ultimate prize. The scent of her arousal beckoned, and he couldn’t deny the draw any longer. If he didn’t taste her now, he’d die of starvation.

  With his hands on her thighs he nudged them apart and made a space for himself between them.

  “Look at me,” he ordered her. Sophia’s eyes flew open. How he would have liked for her to really see him now, to see the desire in his eyes, but Sophia’s gaze didn’t lock with his, even though she looked in his direction. Nevertheless, Triton wanted her to acknowledge what he was about to do. “Sophia, I’ll feast on you until you come in my mouth.”

  A gasp was her only response. It was all he needed.

  He was fully aware of the intimacy of his actions. And he wanted this intimacy with her, wanted to learn every inch of her body so he would never forget what she felt like. Always remember her taste.

  Triton dropped his gaze back to the dark triangle of curls sitting at the apex of her thighs. Just below, her pink flesh glistened with moisture. She was weeping for him, yearning for his touch.

  Slowly, savoring every second, he dropped his head to her pussy and pressed a soft kiss into her curls. Then he nudged down bringing his mouth to her nether lips. When he took his first lick and tasted her honey, his body went rigid. He wouldn’t last long—no, this delectable taste would send him over the edge in no time.

  Sophia writhed against him, asking for more, and he was all too willing to give her more. His tongue lapped at her moist folds with the eagerness of a young man who’d only just discovered the carnal arts, yet Triton was an experienced man—simply tasting her quivering pussy shouldn’t send him into the tailspin he was currently finding himself in. His desire for her spiraled, taking over his body and mind, robbing him of any control he’d ever had in her presence.

  Whatever she wanted, he’d give it to her. No demand would be too great or too outlandish to fulfill if only it meant she would continue to allow him to taste her body. He would forego ambrosia and even wine for the rest of his immortal life, if only he could drink from her instead.

  Triton tried to ignore the bolts of pleasure charging through his body and igniting his cock, but to no avail. What she did to him was too powerful to ignore even for a second. His body was on fire, and no swim in the cold depths of the ocean could douse those flames and cool the fire.

  He licked upwards to the base of her curls, finding her engorged clit. His lips settled around it, pulling it into his mouth. Sophia panted heavily and twisted under his hold.

  “You’re not going anywhere,” he whispered against her skin.

  “Oh God.”

  Yes, he was her god tonight, and he’d make her come. Triton sucked on the little bud and licked his tongue over it in a rhythm Sophia’s body set for him. He released one of her thighs and trailed his finger to her wet pussy. Not letting go of her clit, he drove his middle finger into her tight sheath. Her muscles convulsed around him instantly.

  His own control shattered.

  A second later, he felt her tremble as she climaxed. He didn’t release her clit. Instead, he kept his lips firmly lodged around it, and every so often he flicked his tongue over it, prolonging her orgasm until she finally stilled under him.

  He pulled himself up to her and wrapped her into his arms. She molded to him instantly. When her hand moved to his cock, he took her wrist and stopped her. “I’m afraid, I came the moment you did.”

  Like a green kid he’d shot his seed into the sheets. He should feel embarrassed, but instead he felt strangely content.

  “Told you, you wouldn’t survive it.” She smirked.

  Triton laughed. When was the last time he’d laughed in bed? He couldn’t remember. “Give me a few minutes and I’ll get back at you for that.”

  Without waiting for a reply, he took her lips and kissed her, giving her a preview of what she’d have to expect when he finally made love to her for real, when he finally thrust into her with all his might and made her surrender to him.

  Evidently, her stomach had other ideas as it growled loudly, making him interrupt his kiss. “Hungry?”

  “Mmm hmm.”

  “Okay then, let me make us some dinner.”

  Twenty-Five

  Sophia tucked her feet underneath her, sitting on the sofa in the living room, dressed only in her bathrobe. She watched Triton’s silhouette disappear out of the room as he carried their empty plates back to the kitchen.

  She leaned back and sighed. Any other man would have been embarrassed about having spilled himself without even penetrating her, not so Triton. He’d simply admitted that she’d excited him so much that he’d lost control. Frankly, she took that as a compliment. And she liked a man who had enough self-confidence to take these things in stride. A man truly secure in his own body. And what a body he had. Not being able to see much more than general shapes had forced her to see him with her hands.

  Under her fingertips, she’d felt the smooth
, hairless skin of a young man who was no stranger to the gym. His entire body was well-proportioned, soft in the right places and hard in others—oh, so very hard. Sophia felt a flash of heat shoot through her core. Never had she felt so free with a man. Maybe it was the fact that she couldn’t see him and had had to concentrate on only feeling him and what he did to her that had allowed her to relax and truly let herself go.

  Or maybe her body had simply needed to let go of all the tension after what she’d been through. She tensed at the thought of how she’d panicked in the shower. The water had gotten hotter and hotter, and while she’d tried to turn off the hot tap and add more cold water, it hadn’t worked. She couldn’t believe that she’d mixed up the taps. What was even more worrying was why she’d not been able to open the shower door to get out. It had been stuck. She’d never been so frightened in her life.

  “What’s wrong?”

  She hadn’t heard Triton come back.

  “Nothing.”

  He sat down on the couch next to her and pulled her into his lap so naturally as if they’d known each other for a long time. He only wore a t-shirt and shorts. “Then why’s there a huge frown on your face? Something’s bothering you.”

  Figured that as a healthcare worker he would pick up on it. She snuggled into the curve of his neck, inhaling his masculine scent and letting the warmth of his body seep into hers. It soothed her. “I was just thinking about the shower.”

  His hand buried itself in her hair as he nudged her head up to look at her. His face was too blurry to make out much.

  “Everything’s fine now. You didn’t get burned.”

  “No, but I could have. If you hadn’t come in immediately. The water was getting hotter and hotter. I couldn’t shut it off.”

  Triton brushed his knuckles over her cheek. “You probably just got confused. It’s a new shower, isn’t it? You’re just not used to the taps yet.”

  She shook her head and pushed back from his chest. He didn’t believe her. “No. The taps didn’t turn, they were stuck, and then I couldn’t open the door.”