earlier I could return to my life as I knew and preferred it.
The punch of satisfaction I expected never arrived.
More…
‘For now?’ I repeated, dismissing the hollow echo of the words.
I steeped myself deeper in the moment. Revelled in the fingers gripping my shirt as if the small scrap of cotton would ground her. She swallowed again, then gave a nod.
I crooked a finger under her chin and nudged her head upward. ‘Tell me, pethi mou,’ I insisted.
‘I want you,’ she whispered.
The breathy little sound washed over my chin and throat, making something frenzied and untamed leap inside me, filling me with the prospect of what ‘more’ could mean.
‘More…’ I pressed, wanting irrevocable confirmation that she wanted this.
Her chin lifted, her eyes gleaming boldly. ‘I want to be in your bed. I want you to take me.’
I slid my hand up her delicate spine to tangle in her hair. To grip it and keep her attention on me. ‘I want to make you mine again. Tell me you want that.’
Her fists bunched, a breathy little sound escaping her throat as she swayed closer. ‘I want to be yours.’
Like over a breached dam, a torrent swelled inside me. Removing her silk dress was as simple as catching the fragile material and ripping it off her body.
She gasped, staring down at the tattered fabric at her feet before attempting to glare at me. ‘I don’t believe you did that.’
A smile caught me unawares. ‘I didn’t think you were that attached to it. If so, I’ll buy you a dozen more,’ I vowed thickly. Because the sight of her body, displaying changes after bearing my son in the form of slightly thicker hips, a rounded softness in her belly and, best of all, the heaviness of her breasts, had intensified the throbbing in my groin.
I was barely aware of sinking to my knees, framing her lush hips and pulling her to me. I welcomed the fingers clenching tight into my hair as my lips found the sensitive flesh below her navel and brazenly tasted her creamy skin. When she sagged against the door I went lower, removing her panties before catching one leg and throwing it over my shoulder so I could find the heart of her, the true feminine core that called to me with the strength of a dozen sirens.
‘Ax!’
Her sweet cry urged me on, her taste a drug surging with unstoppable force through my bloodstream. I didn’t relent until she was splintering in my arms, her moans music to my ears. Only then did I scoop her up and carry her to my bed to begin all over again.
Her head rolled on the pillow, her hair fanning out in a dark silken halo as her lips parted on hot little gasps as I rediscovered every delightful inch of her body.
‘Omorfi…’
The word tumbled unbidden from my lips as I caught one pearled nipple in my mouth. And she was beautiful, with a certain indefinable layer of femininity and strength adding to her allure.
‘When you glided up that aisle like an obedient wraith I had no idea you were hiding this…this steel and sensuality beneath that frothy gown.’
Her eyes widened in dazed surprise. ‘Was that why you left the next morning? Because I wasn’t what you expected?’
It was my turn to be stunned. To ponder how events had unfolded through her eyes. But now wasn’t the time to admit I’d been unnerved then too. Just as I was now.
‘No. My delivery wasn’t great, but I believed leaving was best. However, this…’ I slid a hand down her ribcage, revelled in her unfettered response ‘…was certainly a surprise.’
And the fact that she was even more responsive now threatened to annihilate my self-control completely.
Before I was entirely consumed I reached for a condom, donned it and accepted the enthralling welcome of her parted thighs. I slanted my lips over hers, unwilling to leave any feast unsatisfied as I entered her in one deep, glorifying thrust.
Pleasure detonated in a shower of fireworks as I seated myself deep within her. Felt her tighten around me, drawing me deeper. When she sought to shatter me further with needy whimpers and greedy hands I tore my lips from hers, gritted my teeth in an effort to make this last.
But of course the next layer of sweet torture waited in the wings. With her mouth free, and the nirvana of a higher plane of pleasure waiting, I watched her slide into that unique dimension, that place where her unfiltered pleasure rippled from her alluring lips.
‘My God, you’re so big. So deep. I feel every inch of you…’
A muted roar rumbled up my throat as her words threatened to completely unravel me.
Her nails sank into my back, ripping away another layer of control. And just like on that night I’d never been able to put out of my mind I realised she was unaware of herself, that pleasure had transported her into another dimension.
‘Shall I roll my hips like that first time? That was incredible.’
‘Calypso…’ I wasn’t sure whether saying her name was warning or encouragement. Either way, she didn’t respond. She continued her mind-altering commentary. Commentary that fired a white-hot blaze inside me alongside the fiery one already raging from possessing her.
I stared down into her stunning, unguarded face as I pushed in and out of her, racing both of us towards that special peak.
Another man would have taken advantage of the situation, prised secrets from her subconscious while she was in this state. But that was an invasion my conscience wouldn’t let me stomach for longer than a nanosecond.
So I refocused on the words tumbling from her lips, revelled in them for another reason altogether. Because they turned me on. Because no other woman had brought this unique, exquisite surprise to my bed. Because hearing her vocalise her pleasure charged mine in a way I’d never thought possible.
Increasing the tempo of my thrusts, I lowered my body to hers, drew her tighter against me. ‘Wrap your legs around my waist, omorfia mou.’
With gratifying speed, she complied.
‘Now, tell me more,’ I growled in her ear. ‘Tell me everything you’re feeling.’
Whether she heard me or not, I didn’t know, but the words spilled out.
Unmanned by her unfiltered longing, I kissed the corner of her luscious mouth and groaned when she chased mine when I withdrew.
‘Kiss me. Please kiss me.’
‘Say my name, matia mou. Say my name and I’ll kiss you.’
‘Axios,’ she moaned. ‘Kiss me, please, Axios.’
Unable to resist the sultry demand, I kissed her again. Felt her tighten around me in response and gritted my teeth to keep myself on that dizzying plateau for one more second. She was eroding every ounce of my willpower, pushing me towards the zenith long before I was ready.
And there was little I could do to stop it.
Especially not when my mind was already flying to the next time, to the next position.
She would be on top. Yes, she would ride me, her heavy breasts high and proud, while those unfettered words fell from her lips. The image was so potent, so vivid, I lost the ability to think straight.
My unguarded growl in response to that scenario pushed her higher. Her nails dug into my shoulders, her head thrashing on the pillow.
‘Let go, Calypso. Now!’
The command set her free. With a sharp, sweet cry, she dissolved into uncontrollable convulsions, her body writhing beneath mine in innocently uncoordinated movements that finally shattered my