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Authors: Devon Hartford

Tags: #Romance, #Art, #Romantic Comedy, #Contemporary, #Coming of Age, #College, #New Adult & College, #New Adult, #Genre Fiction, #Literature & Fiction

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I grinned, “Then I bet you two will have plenty of fun tonight.”

Spiridon chuckled, “If we don’t punch each other out the second we say hello, I’m sure we will.”

“You guys won’t fight,” Christos smiled warmly.

“Probably not,” Spiridon said. “We’re both too old to bother. I’ll probably be gone for awhile. Which means you two can have the house to yourselves.” He left the room while Christos and I cleaned up.
 

When Spiridon came downstairs, all dressed to go out, he said “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do, you two.” He slid the sleeve of his jacket back over his watch and glanced at the time. “I’ll be gone, oh, let’s say, four hours? That should be long enough, no?” He winked at both of us.

I burst out laughing. He totally knew we were going to have sex. And I didn’t care! I couldn’t believe it. My parents would’ve slapped a chastity belt around me if they’d been here.

Christos chuckled and wrapped his arm around my waist. “Bye,
Pappoús
. Say hi to Walt for me.”

“Me too,” I said.

“Will do,” Spiridon said. “Have fun,” he waved, then walked out the front door.

Christos turned to face me, encircling me with his arms. He gazed down at me with his lustrous blue eyes, those glowing jewels that had captured my heart the moment I’d seen them in September.

“I love you, Christos.”

“I love you,
agápi mou.

My life was perfect. It couldn’t get any better

He leaned down to kiss me.

I was wrong. It could get better. Much better.

Our lips met and our tongues slid together.

We kissed for awhile in the kitchen.

“You know what I love about eating garlic?” Christos asked.

“What’s that?” I frowned, expecting the worst.

“When we both have it, neither of us seems to care,” he chuckled.

“I was thinking the same thing,” I giggled, and pushed away from him.
 

“Where are you going?” he asked, his lashes lowering seductively.

“Catch me if you can!” I turned and ran out of the kitchen, through the living room, and upstairs to his bedroom.

I was giggling the entire way. He was right behind me, pounding down the upstairs hallway.

I dove onto the bed and tumbled into the sheets.

He stood in the doorway, hunched over. “I’m going to eat you up, little girl,” he growled.

“Please do,” I said confidently.

He vaulted across the room, flying through the air.

“Christos!” I shrieked, scooting back from the edge of the bed.

He slammed onto the mattress, laughing and bouncing like a kid. “I’m ravenous,
agápi mou
. I haven’t had a thing to eat all day.”

“You just had dinner!”

“That was an appetizer. You’re the main course.”

He crawled over the bed and started tickling me.

“Christos! Stop!”

“Why?” he smiled. “I love getting you worked up.”

I pulled a blanket up to my chin. “I already am.”

“Then I’m going to have to rip your clothes off,” he leered.

“Please do.”

He slowly pulled the covers down my chest. My heart raced. My thighs quivered. I was completely dressed, but I knew my womanhood was wet and ready.

He pulled my shoes off, one by one. Then lifted my shirt over my head and dropped it on the floor. Bra next. This was so easy. Why had I ever been shy?

My full breasts spilled out, my nipples instantly hard in the cool room. Christos lunged at one breast with his mouth and sucked on my nipple while squeezing and kneading both breasts passionately with each hand.

I leaned back on the pillows as he consumed me.
 

“I need more,” he growled.

“Take it. Take me. Take everything. You have all of me, Christos.”

He grinned his cocky grin. “And you have all of me,
agápi mou.
” He unzipped my jeans and pulled them off. He smirked. “When are we going to get you some sexy underwear? You’re all about the cotton panties. I’m picturing thongs and G-strings to go with your perfect body,” he grinned.

“Maybe for Valentine’s Day?”

His eyes flashed. He took a deep breath, and sat back on his heels.

“Is something wrong?” I asked, concerned.

“No,” he smiled. “Everything’s fine. I just need to take my boots off.” He turned and sat on the edge of the bed, and slipped them slowly off. “Hold on, I need to use the bathroom.”

“Are you okay?” I asked, now decisively worried.

“No, I just need to take a leak. I’ve had to go for an hour.”

“Why didn’t you say something, silly?” I swatted his arm.

“I’m saying something now,” he flashed his dimpled grin, stood up, and went into the bathroom.

CHRISTOS

As soon as I closed my bathroom door, I turned on the water faucet. I leaned both hands on the sink, hanging my head. Fuck me.

My trial was on Valentine’s Day.

Fuck.

She didn’t know.

I still hadn’t told her.

How could I?

All of the good feelings spinning through my heart, through Samantha’s heart, flowing like love was supposed to flow: strong, powerful, eternal, all of it was going to come to a shrieking halt in a matter of days.

I didn’t want to ruin the mood. Not tonight.

This would be our Valentine’s Day celebration.

For me, anyway. I knew she’d be disappointed on the 14th. What girl didn’t want Valentine’s Day to be magical?
 

But how the fuck were you supposed to do that when you spent the entire day in a courtroom, watching your life hang in the balance?

I tried to push my misery out of my head.

Focus on the present moment.

Right now.

With Samantha.

“Are you okay in there, Christos?” Samantha asked through the door.

“Yeah, I’m good. I’ll be out in a second.” I flushed the empty toilet bowl for effect.

I looked at myself in the mirror. I pictured Samantha’s amazing eyes. The naked, honest love I saw in them every time she looked at me. The love I wanted to protect from all the harm in the world.

My heart swelled as I thought about our love.

My grin returned. Cocky as ever.

Were my eyes watering?

Agápi mou…you have no idea how much I love you…

I hoped Samantha wouldn’t notice, it might ruin the mood. She was always looking at my eyes, so I’d have to distract her from them.

SAMANTHA

Christos strolled out of the bathroom, completely naked, a cocky smirk on his face and his jumblies hanging out.

Wow! I clapped my hands to my cheeks. “Oh my god! I hadn’t been expecting Mr. Naked! Where did Christos go?”

“You like?” he grinned.

“Of course I like! I
love!

He chuckled while walking over to the bed and climbed on top of the covers.

I ripped my panties off. “Don’t need those anymore!”

“What do you mean?”

“It’s thongs from here on out!” I said proudly.

“Don’t rush into things,” Christos chuckled.

“Hey, if I’m going to be as sexy as you are, I need the proper undergarments.”
 

“I can live with that,” he smiled.

“I have a surprise for you,” I said, holding my arms out to him.

He leaned back slightly, his eyes narrowing. “What’s that?” he asked cautiously.

Why was he so nervous? It wasn’t like him. Oh well, I had the cure for that. “I started taking the pill two weeks ago.” Christos had also told me a month ago that he had himself regularly tested for STDs, and was totally clean. We were now free to enjoy each other’s bodies uninhibited. There was nothing left to interfere with the mingling of our bodies in physical love. “We don’t need to use a condom!”

His eyes goggled. “What?”

“Did I say something wrong?” Now I was totally freaking out. Something felt really off, but I had no idea what it was.

“No, you said everything right,” he smiled.

“I did?” I was so confused.

“Look,” he said, pointing at his crotch.

I only realized at that moment that this was the first time I’d been naked with Christos and he hadn’t had an erection from the get-go. He’d been flaccid when he’d walked out of the bathroom a moment ago. Before I had a chance to wonder why, his cock grew to full, straining attention in seven seconds.

“Holy shit!” I blurted. “I didn’t know it could work that fast!”

“It only requires the proper motivation.”

I was grinning from ear to ear as Christos crawled on top of me.

“Well,” I said seductively, “two can play at that game.”

“Really,” he said cockily as he slid his fingers between my legs, and slipped them inside me. “You weren’t kidding,” he said, amazed. “You’re soaking wet, woman.”

“Only for you,
agápi mou
,” I said.

Christos grinned like a kid. “Did you just call me
agápi mou
?”

“I did. Your grandfather said I needed to start speaking Greek, didn’t he?”

“That he did,” Christos chuckled.

“When are you going to teach me more Greek?”

“How about now?”

I felt the head of his cock pressing against my drenched folds.

“Oh,” I moaned. “Teach me all the Greek you want, Christos. I’m ready for you to fill me up with all the Greek you can.”

He laughed and dropped his head onto the pillow, burying his face next to my ear.

I laughed with him and wrapped my legs around his waist.

He slid right in.

“Whoa,” he moaned. “You’re too much,
agápi mou
,” he whispered into my ear, which he promptly licked.

Between the sweet pressure of his cock filling me up and his warm breath on my ear, I was in heaven.

“I love you, Christos,” I moaned as he pumped slowly in and out.

He moaned in the throes of his own ecstasy. “You have no idea how fucking
good
you feel,
agápi mou
, no idea.”

“I think I have a pretty good idea,” I quivered as my core clamped down around him.

He pushed himself slowly, deeply into me, and moaned. His hands reached beneath me and squeezed my ass, like he was trying to push himself more deeply into me than he ever had before.

It was luscious, it was flesh ecstasy, it was the greatest pleasure I’d ever known.

I was vaguely aware of the fact that Christos slid his hardness in and out of my softness for a long, long, time. I expected him to come. I’d always heard that guys came fast when they weren’t wearing a condom.

Not Christos.

His stamina was beyond anything I’d ever imagined. At first, I almost wondered if he was feeling anything at all, but he sucked in deep hisses of breath and blew them out so frequently, I knew he was as overwhelmed with pleasure as I was.

“It feels so fucking good,
agápi mou
, I’ve never felt anything this good. Ever…” he groaned.

I moaned in response. It was all I could do.

He continued his hypnotic, mesmerizing rhythm of fucking me deep, long, hard, and so, so good.

I came multiple times while Christos pushed and pushed. My pleasure built in waves that swept from head to toe, stealing away all of my tension, all of my fear. I swam with Christos in that magical ocean I’d dreamed about.

The ocean that was
us

Finally, after what I actually believed was over an entire hour, I felt Christos begin to throb inside me. Every stroke seemed to be a Herculean effort for him. He literally shouted each time he pushed into my wetness. I vaguely felt that the sheets beneath me were soaked with my liquid love for this amazing man.

With every stroke, his body quaked.

“Aaahhh!” he yelled.

Again and again he forced himself deeper inside me until I thought he was going to shatter into a billion pieces.

“Aaaahhhh!!!!” he shouted.

The muscles deep inside me spasmed and grabbed his cock, not wanting to let him out.
 

Ever.

I started to have a titanic orgasm. Waves of pleasure pounded through my body.

“AAAAHHHH!!!!” he screamed.

His back arched and he forced his mammoth manhood into me deeper than ever before. And he came.

He
came.

He threw his head back and roared, shaking the entire room.

“AAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!!!”

I felt his cock firing his cum into me.

It sent me over the edge. I came with him and screamed.

The muscles of my vagina clenched around him, milking out every last drop of his potent, slippery elixir. I wanted all of it, deep inside me.

All of it.

My body was trembling, vibrating, shaking in an overwhelming orgasm that wouldn’t stop, my legs squeezing, my core hot and tight and wet, my love burning, exploding, overtaking all as Christos poured his love into me.

My rippling orgasm kept going and going.

I screamed ecstasy.

My heart raced. My eyes squeezed shut. My body consumed his, taking all that he had to give.

Our oceans of love had become one as our mutual wetness blended together forever.

Chapter 22

SAMANTHA

Christos and I woke up in each other’s arms.

“Morning,” he smiled down at me.

Sunlight peaked through the curtains, lining the edge of Christos’ chiseled features in gold. He looked like a painting of a mystical hero. I couldn’t help but smile widely.

“What?” he grinned.

I was afraid to open my mouth, certain my morning breath would ruin the moment. We’d had garlic galore the night before, when we ate all that Tzatziki. I imagined that if any low-flying birds were to pass by as I opened my mouth, they’d drop from the sky, with X’s for eyes and land on their backs with their stiffened claws sticking straight up.

Christos leaned down and tried to kiss me. Obviously, he had no compassion for animals. I turned my head away, worried about those birds.

Christos snaked on top of me and kissed me on the mouth anyway, but I kept my lips locked.
 

He pulled back a few inches and chuckled. “You’re worried about your breath, aren’t you?”

I frowned, but knew he was onto me. I nodded guiltily.

He grinned. “Don’t sweat it,
agápi mou
. At your worst, you’re a hundred times sweeter than any woman on this planet.” He leaned down for a kiss.

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