by Maggie Kane
Nikos wanted to plunge mindlessly into her, but he made himself go excruciatingly slow. Inch by inch, he slid inside her. He ran his hands along her back and over her ass. He reached up to squeeze her breast and leaned down to plant kisses on her shoulders. Finally, he was rooted deep within her. He stayed perfectly still. He could feel her clenching around him as she moved restlessly against him.
“Use your fingers. Work your clit, Emma,” he said, but this time Emma heard the ragged edge of passion in his voice. She licked her fingers and slid them between her legs. He felt so good inside her. She wanted him to fuck her, to pound her, but this was his dance.
“Oh fuck yes, Emma. God, you are so tight. Will you let me try something,” Nikos asked, barely able to hold himself in check.
Emma glanced back and kept working her fingers. “You can do anything you want. I trust you.”
Nikos smiled at that and put a finger in his mouth to moisten it. He spread her ass open wide and gently put pressure on her rear entrance. She sucked in a breath and clenched even tighter. Nikos moaned, and his cock throbbed hard. “Easy. Just relax, Emma,” he whispered as he slid his finger further in.
Emma’s back arched and her toes curled at the new and foreign sensation. Finally, he began to move. Her heartbeat was galloping like a whole herd of wild horses were ricocheting around in her chest. Her head was spinning with pleasure at this strange new feeling. Her body responded. She slammed her hips back to meet his thrusts. Nikos reminded her to use her fingers.
The waves of sensations hit her from all directions. Emma surrendered herself to them. Waves of pleasure crashed through her. She moaned and arched her back, driven by the need that was older than time. Lights danced at the edges of her vision. It was more than anything she had ever experienced.
Emma’s fingers dug into the upholstery as she slammed back into Nikos. He stayed deep inside her, grinding against her as she came again. He worked his finger inside her ass and felt with utter amazement as she clamped around him like a vice grip. Emma’s whole body went taut with her climax.
Nikos let her ride the blissful aftershocks for a moment before he pulled himself from her. “Suck me,” he told her with the same quiet command as before. Her eyes were still slightly unfocused, but she looked back at him standing there, cock at rigid attention.
She scrambled off the chaise and knelt before him.
Emma couldn’t think of anything else in the world other than sucking this man’s cock. She took it into her mouth and tasted herself. It drove her wild. She sucked him hard and slid him deep into her throat. Emma loved the groan of pleasure she heard as she bounced the tip of his shaft in the back of her throat. She kept him there, swallowing him down while her hand squeezed his balls gently.
“Fuck, Emma. Fuck.” It seemed to be all he was capable of saying.
Emma smiled as she slid her mouth up, sucking him hard as she reached the tip. She looked up at him. He was watching her with unabashed lust. She added her hand as she worked up and down his shaft with her mouth, setting a brisk pace. His hands found her hair as he started thrusting in time with her.
Emma wanted him to cum in her mouth. It drove her to suck harder and stroke faster. She felt him draw up, becoming impossibly hard in her hand and then thick jets of hot cum spurted in her throat. She sucked furiously, intent on draining every drop from him.
Nikos’ hands clenched tight in her hair as he thrust hard into the back of her throat. He poured himself into her, feeling pleasure in every ounce of his being. His breathing was ragged and fast as he pulled free from her mouth. His legs were wobbly, and his head was spinning. He had never felt better in his life.
Reaching down to grab Emma’s hand, Nikos pulled her up. On unsteady feet, he pulled her along and collapsed onto the bed, dragging her with him. They pulled the quilt over them, even though they were lying crookedly on the bed. Emma snuggled into his chest. She had just enough time to realize that he was already asleep before she too was pulled into the deep dreamland reserved for sated lovers.
Chapter 14
The recipe was literally Greek to her. Emma looked at it blankly and then at the little girl bouncing on the stool next to her.
“I don’t suppose you know what this says?”
“Yep,” Abigail bounced excitedly. “It says cookies!” The little girl’s English was excellent thanks to her father’s diligent instruction. Unfortunately, she didn’t know how to read yet- in either language.
Emma gave her a smile. In the last couple of days, the household had gradually settled into something like a truce. Abigail was fiercely loyal to Gretchen but had agreed to stay with Emma for the day after a promise of a swim in the pool and cookies. Nikos had driven Gretchen to town to shop and see to her mother. This was Emma’s opportunity to make some headway with the child.
“I think we might need some help from Google,” Emma said and headed toward the library.
“Who’s Google? Gretchen knows how to read. You’re stupid,” Abigail informed her with typical 4-year-old aplomb.
You’re lucky you’re cute, Emma thought as she powered up the laptop. For half a second, she thought of calling her grandmother. Then, she remembered and felt the pang of loss all over again. Her family was alive and well in Indiana. I’m the one who’s dead, Emma thought sadly before she refocused on the task at hand.
Google was indeed helpful in locating a few million cookie recipes. Abigail insisted on peanut butter since it was her father’s favorite food. Armed with a recipe, Emma herded Abigail back to the kitchen. Together, they measured and mixed even though Abigail ate more than she put in the bowl. Ultimately, they sat at the table with a plate of warm cookies and ice cold glasses of milk.
They were toasting their success when Gretchen and Nikos walked in. Gretchen uttered a shocked cry of surprise before launching into a steady stream of angry Greek. Nikos stood looking from the kitchen to the small breakfast nook where they sat. Emma followed his gaze and was surprised to see how much of a mess they had made. She had been so intent on the project and keeping track of Abigail that she hadn’t noticed.
Flour coated every surface like dust in an abandoned house. There were globs of peanut butter on the counter, and the sink was piled with dishes. Emma and Abigail were no better. Abigail had peanut butter in her pigtails, and Emma’s clothes were streaked with flour.
Abigail squealed when she saw her father and ran to give him a cookie, all the while chattering in Greek at the top of her lungs.
“Peanut Butter is your favorite- not mine,” Nikos said with a smile as he scooped her up and allowed her to feed him the cookie. “Delicious all the same,” he added with a kiss on her cheek as he put her down.
“All of this for cookies,” Gretchen asked in amazement as she looked in disbelief around her.
“I’ll clean it up,” Emma rushed to assure her. “I guess we need to practice our cooking skills, Aba,” she said using her nickname that she had given the child.
The little girl gave Emma a smile and surprised her with a quick hug around her leg before she exited the room at warp speed.
Gretchen looked torn between following Abigail and the disaster in the kitchen. “I’ve got this,” Emma said, starting to clear the dishes. Gretchen’s look told her that she very much doubted that Emma had anything, but decided not to make an issue out of it. Silently, she turned and left in pursuit of Abigail.
Nikos saw Emma’s shoulders slump. He went to her and pulled her to him. It had been a tense couple of days with Gretchen and Emma trying to avoid each other. Gretchen left a list of chores for Emma every day that Nikos translated. Emma did them, and then Gretchen redid them, which drove Emma mad. Nikos had finally assigned duties to each of them and said they each reported to him. He was frustrated with the situation but was trying to be patient. Every night, he slipped into her room. For those hours, the world was perfect.
“The cookies are really good,” Nikos offered as she stood there leaning into him. He slid h
is hand up and down her back in comfort.
“She hates me,” Emma said into his chest.
“No. She just hasn’t given in yet. Greek women are like that,” he stepped back and tipped her chin up to see her face. “Abigail seems to have decided you’re ok. A hug is a big thing for her.”
“Well, it was worth it then. I’ll wear the old dragon down eventually,” Emma replied and realized a split second later the implications of what she had just said. A part of her was beginning to think about a future here.
If Nikos noticed, he said nothing. He only asked, “Do you want help cleaning up,” as he picked up a dish rag.
Chapter 15
Emma tossed fitfully unable to find sleep after she had woke with her heart hammering in her ears and visions of a man silhouetted in the doorway. Her bed felt large and empty without Nikos. He had been called to the winery by an alarm on one of the vats. She never had night terrors when he was sleeping next to her.
The early dawn light was just starting to touch the sky. Emma knew she would not get back to sleep and desperately wanted Nikos next to her to help chase away the shadows still clinging to her heart. She slipped out of bed and out the French doors. Nikos always came to her in the night, but she had figured out the route while exploring the grounds during the day. She vaulted the stone rail around the private patio outside his room and quietly slipped through the French doors that were twins to the ones in her room.
Nikos lay sprawled on top of the covers in his clothes. Emma smiled when she saw him. His large frame naturally took up a good portion of the bed, but the way he spread out usually left her clinging to the side. She didn’t think it would matter how big the bed was, he would still find a way to fill it. A wave of tenderness washed over her as she watched him sleep. She had become attached to this man in a few short weeks. Every day she told herself she needed to move on. Every day she found a reason to put it off.
Quietly, she slid on to the bed next to him, tucking in close. His arm automatically pulled her to him, and she closed her eyes as a peace settled on her like a comforting blanket. His touch calmed and centered her. It also inflamed and excited her. She was filled with a longing for his skin on hers and his taste in her mouth.
Emma knew she should let him sleep, but she couldn’t be still. Her body moved restlessly with its desire as images of their lovemaking played in her head. Her hand slipped between her legs to find hot wetness, and her center throbbed with need. Her slippery fingers moved circling her clit. She bit her lip trying not to moan. She remembered the feel of him sliding inside her as she slipped her fingers into the pool of liquid heat. Her other hand moved to roll and pinch her nipple while her mind replayed the sensation of Nikos’ mouth sucking. Her hips moved against her hand as she worked her clit harder and faster. Images flashed faster through her mind- Nikos stretching his arms over her head and holding them there as he pushed inside her; her lips around his cock as he fucked her mouth; straddling his hips as he bucked underneath her. Orgasmic bliss burst over her. She tried to hold the spasms in as pleasure erupted through her core. Finally, she lay limp and listened to the beat of her galloping heart.
Nikos watched with amazement as she came riding her hand, trying to be still and quiet about it. He was rock hard and wanted to be inside her. He wondered what she had been thinking about with such a look of concentration as she had pleasured herself. She continually amazed him with her sexual openness. She looked like she was about to doze off. He knew he should let her sleep, but he had a hard-on that would plow through drywall thanks to her little show.
The cell phone lit up and rang on the bedside table, jarring them both back to reality. Nikos swore as he glanced at it and saw Alex’s number. He answered it with a gruff greeting and groaned when Alex told him he was needed back at the winery. He told him he would be there in 45 minutes. When Alex asked what would take him so long, he hung up.
Emma raised her eyebrows in question though she gathered that he was going to have to get out of bed, and he wasn’t happy about it. He tossed the phone back on to the nightstand and leaned over to kiss her.
“Come take a shower with me,” he said as he kissed down her neck. “Your performance has me hard as granite.” He guided her hand down to the bulge in his pants.
“You were awake?” Emma couldn’t decide if she should be embarrassed.
“The day a naked woman climbs into my bed, orgasms next to me, and I sleep through it is the day they put me in the ground. Come on,” he said grabbing her hand and pulling her along behind him.
Hot water poured down from 3 shower heads over their bodies. Emma kissed him with all the passion she had. He made her feel so alive and sexy. Admiring his perfect olive skin, she kissed drops of water from his mouth, neck, and chest. She stepped away and returned with a soapy bath pouf that she ran over his chest. She washed his arms and then circled behind him to cover his broad back in soapy bubbles. Squatting down, she soaped up and down his legs, reaching up and using a soapy hand to cup and roll his balls. She smiled as he groaned with pleasure at her touch.
Emma came to stand in front of him again. This time her soapy hands found his cock as he lowered his mouth for a hungry kiss. She worked one hand firmly up and down his shaft. She squeezed a bit harder and increased her pace.
“Christ, Emma,” he said before deteriorating into Greek. Emma smiled. His English tended to leave him when he was highly aroused. She thought it was adorable, and judging by the hardness of the cock in her hand, he was more than just a little turned on. It made her feel strangely powerful that she could inflame him to that point.
Nikos’ thought he might just faint for the first time in his life. The heat from the water, Emma’s hands, her naked body, it was almost too much. He reached out a hand to steady himself against the wall. He felt the explosion building. Rocking his hips, he fixed his gaze on her hands. They were small compared to his, but they were strong. Her hand worked fast, almost a blur of motion under the streams of water running down their bodies. He sucked in ragged breaths and let himself fall into the abyss of pleasure.
Emma felt him stiffen in her hand. Working her hand faster, she watched as a jet of hot cum spurted from the tip. He pumped out more with a loud groan. She felt it hit her breasts and face. The water was washing most of it away, but she caught a bit that had landed high on her left cheek. She scooped it onto her finger and licked it clean.
Nikos looked at her in utter astonishment. He had known sexy women in the past, but Emma was the most sensual creature he had ever encountered. The way she abandoned herself during sex was something he had never experienced before. He pulled her to him and kissed her hot and hard. He never wanted to let her go.
Chapter 16
Nikos persuaded Emma to go to town with him to pick up the part he needed to fix the faulty thermostat on the vat. They rode his Ducati motorcycle through the twisting roads of the valley. He drove fast, but not recklessly. He loved how she would grab tight around his waist as a curve would approach. He thought he might have a bruise between his shoulder blades from her trying to hide her eyes only to ram her helmet into his back. When they got to the village, she threw her arms around him excitedly. This time the helmet caught him under the chin.
“Oh, Nikos! That was so much fun! Better than a ride at Six Flags any day!” She jumped up and down with exhilaration, and Nikos quickly stepped back to avoid getting rammed again.
Laughing, Nikos loosened the chin strap. “Let’s get this off you before you cripple me. Are you sure you didn’t play for the New York Giants? You are vicious with that helmet.”
Emma giggled. Nikos loved anything New York but especially the Giants. “Sorry. I was just so pumped. It’s like flying,” she said giving his jaw a kiss where he was rubbing it.
Emma smoothed her hair back and looked around the small town. It was the same town she had jumped ship in all those many weeks ago. This was the first time she had left the estate. Kalamata catered to tourists. There were souve
nir shops, restaurants, boutiques, and spas housed in rustic stucco buildings. It was in a word- quaint.
“This is the old quarter. There is a modern city just over that rise,” Nikos said as he took her hand and started walking toward a shop. “Why don’t you spend some of the money you’ve earned? I haven’t paid you since you started. Here is a card loaded with your money.”
Scenes of Julia Roberts in Pretty Woman danced through Emma’s head, and she giggled. She was still humming with adrenaline after the bike ride. I do need some new clothes, she thought looking down at her well-worn black leggings and t-shirt. “What are you going to do? You want to come help me in the dressing room?”
“As tempting as that sounds, lígo kléftis mou, I have business to attend to. I will be back in an hour or so, and we will have lunch,” he told her using his pet name for her. Despite her pestering, he still wouldn’t tell her what it meant.
Emma pulled him down for a deep, passionate kiss. Riding the Ducati had excited her in more ways than one. She was aroused and was only half kidding about the dressing room. As he walked away down the street, she watched appreciatively for a moment before choosing a random shop and pushing through the door.