Love in the City, an erotic romance novel

by Hall, Heather

  “Giorgio,” she said breathlessly, “You’re getting me so excited, I need you inside me.”

  He kissed her, his tongue exploring hers, and then walked them over to the edge of the pool, right in front of a submerged light. He grabbed a long, thick cushion off of a lounge chair and positioned it at the edge of the pool. He then took a towel and laid it over top of the cushion.

  She watched, curious as to what he was doing.

  He lifted her up in his strong arms, and gently seated her on the edge of the cushion, leaving her legs dangling into the pool. “You are such a beautiful woman, Mrs. Tsarkopolis,” he said, moving between her legs. He gazed into her eyes, then down at her breasts. Finally, he lowered his eyes focusing on the tiny bikini bottom she wore.

  “I’m glad you like what you see,” she said, leaning back on her hands as her legs swayed back and forth through the warm water.

  “Oh I do, very much,” he said, reaching up to the side ties on her bikini bottom, “and I want to see more.” He pulled on the strings, undoing them. He pulled the front of it down, exposing her bare pussy. He pushed her legs open further. The light from the pool illuminated her body. He looked at her for a moment, taking in her naked beauty. “I want to see and taste you,” he said as he licked his lips. His hand reached up and caressed her intimately between her legs, feeling her softness.

  She let out a soft moan at the erotic sensation sending waves of sexual arousal coursing through her body.

  With both hands, her spread her pussy and licked her, his tongue darting inside her and circling around. He then flicked her clitoris gently with his tongue as he put his finger inside her, probing deep, pushing in and out. He licked and sucked and teased her, getting her juices flowing.

  “Giorgio, you’re going to make me come if you keep that up,” she said breathlessly, electrified by his exploration of her body.

  “I want to prolong this, m’lady, and give you even more pleasure.” He lifted himself out of the pool.

  Anabelle watched as his muscles flexed as he did. She moved to her knees and leaned forward, reaching up to pull his swim trunks off. She looked at his male form, fully erect and glistening wet. He was magnificent, his dark hair showcasing his engorged shaft. She reached for it, stroking his length and cupping him. He was breathing heavy. She took his cock into her mouth, licking every inch of him and letting her hand explore his male sexual form. He grew harder as she wrapped her lips around him tightly to pump and suck his cock.

  “I want to be inside you,” he whispered. He turned her around on the cushion so she was on her hands and knees in front of him. He knelt down behind her and spread her legs more. “But first, I want to see and explore even more of that beautiful pussy of yours.”

  She moaned with desire as he bent down to look at her nude body from behind. “I want to see every inch of you, from every angle,” he said as his fingers spread her open to see more of her vagina. He slid his finger inside her, feeling her wetness, as his other hand kept her spread. He watched up close as he pumped his finger inside her and caressed her clitoris.

  Anabelle was wild with pleasure, being so exposed, having every inch of her body explored.

  He moved to lie down underneath her, so that her knees were on either side of his head. His eyes were riveted between her open legs. “God, I love your body,” he whispered as he massaged her pussy with his hands, again spreading her and sliding his finger inside her. “You’re mouth-watering.”

  She shuddered as she again felt his wet, warm mouth between her legs, his pillowy lips pressing against her hungrily, his tongue alternately licking her and spearing inside her. He placed his hands on her hips as he continued to pleasure her with his mouth and tongue as she moaned in ecstasy. Her sexual arousal cresting, she called out to him, “Giorgio, ohhh, you’re making me come…” She was gripped by an orgasm so strong, her whole body shook.

  His hands kept a firm grip on her hips as he pressed his mouth to her wet mound as she came, drawing out her orgasm even longer, sending waves of pleasure sparking like lightening through her.

  Her shudders lessened and her breathing was heavy as he finally got up. “I need to take you, mount you,” he said, practically growling the words as he knelt behind her. His cock throbbed, aching to do what it was designed for.

  “Oh yes, please,” she said, trying to catch her breath. “Take all of me. Hard.”

  With her still on her knees, he groaned as he pressed the tip of his wet cock to her vagina, watching as he rubbed himself against her sensitive area. He teased her by pushing the only the head of his shaft into her and out again, repeating the motion.

  She groaned feeling the head of his cock seeking her out, playing with her. She arched her back, tilting her hips upwards so that her body was even more open to him.

  He saw her movement, her feminine invitation as she showed him more of her pussy. Feeling a hot fire shoot through his length at the tantalizing sight, he penetrated her fully, plunging himself deep inside her. He grabbed her hips as he thrust his cock inside her, pumping her hard. He felt like a wild man, conquering his mate.

  Anabelle shrieked with desire, pushing herself against him, her hips meeting his thrusts, her breasts bouncing. She spread her legs as much as she could to take all of him. “Giorgio, you are a sex god…my sex god. You plunge so deep into me…ohhh...”

  He groaned loudly as his thrusting grew more frantic. He was covered in a sheen of sweat as the intense pressure built up in his shaft. He watched himself entering her, reveling in the highly erotic sight of his cock thrusting in and out of her pussy. “Anabelle, your body drives me wild…I’m...I’m coming,” he said, his voice tight and strained, as he finally lost control. His body shuddered as his seed shot inside her in rapid bursts. He felt the powerful spasms as his orgasm continued to grip him.

  Anabelle reveled in the warmth of his semen spilling inside her, now also dripping down between her legs, his hips still pumping her as he came.

  Finally, his load spent, he leaned over her, his body shaking. “My beautiful wife, you do things to me…” he said, trying to catch his breath, “it’s like I just want to grab you and rip your clothes off every time I see you. I want to be inside you all the time.”

  “I know,” she said. “Every time I look at you, I want to put my hands down your pants. I ache to feel you inside me. I need to be close to you all the time.”

  “You are my soul mate, Mrs. Anabelle Tsarkopolis,” he said, nuzzling her.

  “And you’re mine, my beautiful husband,” she said. “Always and forever.”

  They lay down together on the cushion, him spooning her from behind. She felt so completely satisfied from their love-making. She loved the feeling of his big, strong naked body pressed close against her. Giorgio was her husband now. Her life felt like a dream, the best possible dream she could have ever imagined. And it was real.

  ******

  The next morning, Anabelle and Giorgio slept in. Once up, they headed to the deck for a late brunch. Sarah and Barry were already seated at the table on the big, open deck, mimosas in hand, whispering to each other.

  “Good morning,” Anabelle said, brightly. “Have you two been up long?”

  “A couple of hours,” Sarah answered. “We were just watching the shoreline of Kea pass by. It’s so breathtakingly beautiful out here.”

  They all gazed out at the emerald water and golden beaches along the shoreline of the popular Greek island passing by at a lazy pace. There was a slight breeze in the air and the baby blue sky was dotted with fluffy pearls of white clouds. The day couldn’t be more perfect.

  Giorgio pulled out a chair for Anabelle. “Mrs. Tsarkopolis, your seat.”

  “Why, thank you, Mr. Tsarkopolis.”

  They both sat down and helped themselves the carafe of coffee on the table.

  Anabelle inhaled the fresh air of the Aegean sea, letting it fill her lungs. She looked out at the emerald waters, topped with small whitecaps as their luxury yac
ht sailed on. It looked like paradise. She had never felt more peaceful and more blessed in her life.

  Giorgio took her hand and kissed it. “My wife, you look happy,” he said, smiling softly.

  She looked at the handsome man sitting next to her, his dark hair blowing softly in the breeze, his blue eyes sparkling against his tanned skin. She looked down at his wedding ring and squeezed his hand. “Never in my life have I felt this kind of happiness. I never dreamed it possible. Having a man like you as my husband.”

  “My beautiful wife…” he said as he leaned over to kiss her, a long, lingering kiss. “I couldn’t imagine my life without you.”

  “Newlyweds,” Barry whispered in Sarah’s ear.

  She giggled and nuzzled close to him.

  Barry took Sarah’s hand in his. “Kind of makes me want to be one,” he said, even quieter this time, looking at her with a shy, searching expression on his face.

  Sarah’s eyes went wide. “What?” she asked as she blushed.

  Giorgio and Anabelle pretended not to hear, but they were listening close.

  “Unless, of course, you’re opposed to that kind of thing,” Barry said, casting his eyes down and playfully shrugging his shoulders. He looked up at her again, his expression hopeful, yet serious.

  She shook her head. She was nearly speechless. “No, not at all. Not even a little.”

  “Good,” Barry said, giving her a wide smile. “I just wanted to make sure.” He leaned in to give her a long kiss.

  “I know just the place,” Giorgio said.

  ABOUT THE AUTHOR

  Heather Hall lives near a beach in the U.S. and loves watching sunsets over the ocean. She has two cats and a tiny dog and lives with the love of her life, exploring life, love, and various creative outlets. Writing is like air to her.

  Heather’s also a hopeless romantic. She believes that we can find those special moments in our lives where we can feel and receive love in all its finer forms if we are true to ourselves and keep our hearts open. She believes in beauty in the world and finding our own happily ever after, which is unique to each of us. She believes that good triumphs over evil and writes stories that inspire her and stay true to her beliefs that through finding love we find greater strengths and possibilities in our own lives.

  Heather’s slow-burn erotic romance novels are equal parts sweet & sexy with a hint of suspense! She loves exploring the dynamics of a relationship and the ways that a strong man can also be vulnerable when he meets the woman of his dreams. She especially loves the moments that melt your heart at the same time as they turn you on ;)

  Love in the City is her first novel in her HEA Love Series. There are many more sexy, heartwarming, romantic stories to come for you to escape into. Each novel will be a standalone story. Love rules!