Surrender: The Greek Affair Series Book One (13 page)

He looks at her for a few minutes without moving, just being inside her.

“I want this to last all night. Don’t come.” What!!! How can she do that? He begins to move and she picks up the pace, her hips start to move synchronised with his, and he keeps looking into her face and she wants to come again so badly, but tries not to. It’s agony!

“You can do this baby. Hold on, make it last.” She’s going out of her mind as he has removed her heart, has carried it off and holds it for ransom. He can feel her quickening and he stops. She’s on the edge. “Please, Iáson, please.”

“What’s my name
morό mou
(my baby)?” And with that, Hope let’s go, calling his name in Greek and he covers her mouth with his mouth so the neighbours can’t hear her blabbering her orgasm. She wants to be sated but she is not. He is still there, hard as a rock inside and touching all those sensitive nerves.

“I will be in here all night.” He kisses her breasts sucking her nipples, making them hard.

He is pumping in a rhythm so that he can control himself. She knows him now, how he controls himself, to make her come many, many times. He loses himself in her neck, her ears and her lips. He bites her bottom lip but she doesn’t care any more, because she has given in, and she has no idea how to take back control.

He controls every nerve in her body and has managed to take away any free will she ever had. He did not have to fight very hard to get what he wanted. She wraps her legs around him and gives herself completely to him. He talks dirty, as well as sweet things and she’s a sure thing again.

“Love being inside you.”

“This is ours”, putting his hand where his cock is at her entrance, and her clitoris and her insides are his.

“You’re mine, my cock was made for you,” she tries not to think of the ramifications of his passion. She has lost her sense of time and wonders how long he can go on like this, and then he pulls her hips up and angles her, rubbing that very sensitive spot just inside and he looks into her eyes.

“Now baby, come with me.” she looks in wonder at his eyes. He knows how to get her there, like no one else ever has and almost on demand, she lets go and he speeds up with three hard pumps, muttering,

“This is for you
kardiá mou
. (my heart)” and he stills, spilling all of his passion inside of her.

She knows she is in trouble and that he will not go away easily.

“
Morό mou
. (My baby), you have no idea what you do to me have you?”

He has collapsed on top of Hope and they lie like this for a while. with him still inside her. He feels heavy and she wants to pee, but hates to break the embrace. Nevertheless, she has to, because she knows if she doesn’t he will start again and not give her time to recover. She needs to recover from her beating heart. She lifts his head up with her hand cupping his chin, looks at him now that he’s sated somehow, and she says with a giggle,

“I want to pee.” He starts to pull out, “ouch, ouch!!!” Her poor insides have had a lot of work done on them in the last few days.

Hope goes to the bathroom to take care of bodily needs and then stands for a length of time in front of the vanity mirror looking at herself, thinking. “What the fuck am I doing? I am being drawn deeper and deeper into this vortex called Jason and I have given up the struggle to get out.” She is losing control of her emotions. She has lost herself, and she has no idea who she is anymore. All she knows is that she wants to be with this caring, loving human being.

She has never felt so loved, so cherished or so beautiful. He thinks she’s beautiful. He does not have eyes for any other woman except her. She doesn’t know what she is going to do about it. If she doesn’t do something soon she will not be able to get out of this labyrinth that she has lost herself in, and she doesn’t have the string to guide her out of it.

Hope doesn’t know how long she has been standing there, but she feels his presence. He comes behind her, wraps his strong arms around her encircling her with so much warmth and they’re looking at each other’s faces in the vanity mirror.

“
Psyhoúla mou
, (my little soul) don’t over think this, please.” She looks at him as he is kissing her ear lobe, all the time not taking his eyes off her. “This affair is out of control Iáson, I need to get control back.” she says with a trembling voice, as she’s ready to cry, but she knows she must not, as that is the ultimate sign of lost control. She must not cry! She feels her clothes bigger on her. She’s losing weight, she’s not sleeping much, and at the best of times she doesn’t sleep well. And now he makes sure that she gets even less sleep with his loving! She has lost her appetite for food. She’s very slim and should not lose any more weight. Every time she looks at him she feels like a teenager. She gets hot just with his glance and all he needs to do to get her off is to touch her.

Hope seems to have forgotten her real life, the life she has in Athens; the home that she’s struggling to hold together on her own; to give as much love and attention to her son, even though he has gone away to university now; the attention and care she never had growing up with her parents apart, and several marriages between them. Trying to make a home in her land of birth that she feels a stranger in, and yet loves with so much passion. She looks into mesmerising green eyes and she’s lost. She’s beguiled and totally engulfed in this, his passion for her, and it scares her that she’s besotted by him. She must not be, this can only be a summer Greek island affair. She’s not entitled to any more happiness than this.

“Let’s go back to bed and talk, shall we?” He whispers in her ear and bends over to pick her up and carry her back to bed. He lies her down and lies beside her, he props himself up on his elbow lying next to her, and with the other hand takes her face and turns it towards him, kissing her softly on the mouth. “Look at me and talk to me. I know you’re thinking about us, talk to me.”

“
Hará mou
(my joy), I think I need to take a step back, I’m losing myself and I’m scared.”

“What do you want to do
kardiá mou
(my heart)? Do you want to end it here?” She can see the pain in his eyes and feels pain for him and for herself. She doesn’t want to lose him, but she knows she can’t have him.

“I was thinking I could go back to Athens to get a couple of things done. I’ll come back and hopefully, we will have cooled by then.”

“You think it’s that easy?” he gazes at her, his eyes ablaze and his lips twitching, in that crooked way that he has. He comes closer and embraces her completely, tightly and possessively. She turns into his embrace and she knows it is not going to be as easy as that. She lies in his lean muscled chest and all she can think of to say is,

“How do you keep fit?”

“Mixed marshal arts since I was a kid.”

She says nothing. She puts her arms around him and buries her face in his glorious chest that has a small amount of hair just enough to tickle her cheek. They are like this for a few minutes. Silent. He pulls her face up and looks into her eyes.

“I think I need you Hope. In fact, I’m sure I need you.” She looks at him and replies.

“I need you too. But it can’t be
hará mou
, (my joy) it can’t be.”

He turns her around to face him, lifts her body up and runs his leg underneath her, encircling her on top with the other, they are on their sides entwined in each other. He looks into her eyes for a long moment. Hope can feel his arousal. He takes her mouth with hunger, but also with tenderness, and they don’t talk anymore. She moves her hand and grabs his beautiful penis and guides it inside her and he lets himself in tenderly, slowly and with much love. He strokes her inside with even and loving strokes. She picks up his pace and they move together, slowly, and both know how much they are hurting. The emotional pain has heightened their physical need for each other twice-fold. They are like this, looking at each other, moving in and out of each other, whilst her eyes fill with tears that she is trying frantically to hold back. He strokes her face, wiping her tears, but there are too many of them to wipe away.

“I’m yours, Hope, you have nothing to fear.” He grabs her behind and kneads her while pulling her closer to him, making their bodies almost one. His cock is now stroking that sensitive spot just inside, and combined with what her heart feels, she comes like a roaring river. She loses complete control, calling out his name and she starts to cry. And he follows her orgasm, also coming like a torrent, aggressively.

Jason had been holding all this pent-up emotion inside, releasing it all at once with feral growls. Hope has buried her face in his shoulder and allows herself the tears. He holds her tightly, very tightly, and whispers. “Shhh, I’ve got you and I’ll never let you go.”

They are like this until her tears subside. He turns her around to spoon and says tenderly in her ear. “Sleep
agápi mou
(My love), sleep.”

Chapter Twelve

Hope opens her eyes and looks at the digital clock. It’s 5.30am. She has slept about three hours. Her nerve endings are stretched to the limit, she’s ready to snap, and there is no more sleep left in her without medication. She looks at Jason. He seems so peaceful in his sleep, with his long lashes shading his cheeks, and his mouth slightly open. He is breathing heavily and sleeping well. He has his arm across her with a hand over the breast further from him, holding on tight as if he were claiming it in his sleep. His leg is over her legs. He is heavy, and she watches him and wonders again, why she has this connection with this man. Why from the start did they have this visceral connection? A connection that comes with other parts of the body, besides the tingling of her private parts every time she looks at his beauty. Why does he feel the way he feels about her? Why are they not happy just having a summer affair? A very normal and fun thing to do on a Greek Island summer holiday. Their connection has become in a very short time, emotional, cerebral and extremely physical. So physical that it hurts, just thinking about not having him again. Is this what love feels like? Then, she has never been in love before.

The heat is stifling and with Jason’s body all over her, she feels suffocated physically, and with the feelings she has for him, she has to be aware not to stifle him. She must never do that. She feels she has no right and no claim to his life, nor his happiness.

Hope has other priorities with family too, and trying to keep whatever remnants of it, which are left over from her divorce. Especially after the decision to leave Melbourne, and uproot her son from his extended family.

She feels lost in a mire of conflicting emotions and loyalties and as far as she knows, she’s also entitled to some happiness. She must not do what her parents did to her, that is, to abandon responsibilities, because in the end, it might all be a mistake and happiness might just be elusive.

She will go back to Athens for a few days and come back. It will be all over by then, and she is sure that this is all a fantasy, an infatuation and just good sex with a Greek god. He can’t be real any way. He is good looking beyond fantasy; he is compassionate, loving, caring, tender and a great lover! This does not all add up. He will tire of her, she tells herself, as she has nothing to offer him except her body. She’s all rung out trying to put any relationship together. She doesn’t know how to do it, actually. She’s simply not good at any normality and she would only bring unhappiness to this wonderful human being.

It’s Sunday. They have a whole day to frolic. Jason goes back to barracks tonight and when Petro leaves tomorrow, Hope has decided to go with him. She wonders what transpired last night with Petro and his newfound friend, after their ouzo-fueled evening.

What she wants most of all now, is a good night’s sleep, to get rid of that churn she has in her stomach, and to eat a decent meal, instead of pretending to be eating. Her already slim body is losing more of itself. She feels her skirts floating around her backside, and only her breasts remain full. Her period is due soon too; she hopes that she has taken her pill close to its allocated time, as all this sex can be dangerous.

Hope thinks she must not lose herself in what is happening here and is afraid that she’ll lose reality, as well as the bits of herself that she managed to salvage after her divorce. She needs to hold on to those small pieces of hope and optimism she has left.

She needs to extricate herself this moment from Jason’s body, but most urgently she needs to extricate herself from any feelings she has for him, or any he thinks he may have for her.

She hops into the shower and cools herself from Jason’s body,; the heat, the sweat and all the sex that has seeped into her pores. She can smell him, even when he is not close by, and no matter how much she lathers, he is still clinging to her. She stops trying. She gets out of the shower and rubs every single inch of her body with body lotion, as her skin has dried somewhat from the sun. But most of all, she hopes that she will stop smelling Jason on her body. Hope puts on her underwear, shorts and a skimpy tank top.

It’s early morning and it’s hot already. She goes to the kitchen and makes a double
skéto
(no sugar), Greek coffee. She knows she should eat something, but her stomach has shut down. It has knots roaming around it and she has no idea about how to untie them. Tonight, she’ll take a pill and try and get a good night’s sleep. She wants to see Petro on his own and have a good talk. she wants to hear what he has to say, even though she suspects he will tell her to follow her heart. But in this instance, her heart and her brain are going in opposite directions.