Surrender: The Greek Affair Series Book One (18 page)

She has not heard from Jason. No reply to her text but she is stoic about it, as she has to take all of the blame for what has turned out to be a short romance after all, be that an intense one.

She has pushed Jason away by her insecurities and the way she refuses to allow them to explore what they have together. She keeps telling herself she is ok, but sad that she did what she did to him, and she misses him like she is missing a part of her body.

She has a rest and is sitting on her verandah, drinking coffee and listening to music in a short cotton nightdress as it is very hot. She has a mania of putting certain songs on repeat. In the mood she is in.

She is listening to
Marinélla
singing
(Sίnora e Agápi then Gnorízi)

“
Love Knows no Borders
” and she is thinking to herself how late it is for her.

Jason had tried to tell her what the lyrics of this song are telling her, but she had not listened to him. The sun is setting behind Mount Athos in its orange hues and she is remembering herself out there with her camera, and Jason approaching her, as her memories are floating with the song. Her front door bell rings and she wonders who it could be.

She opens the door and her heart misses several beats. Jason in full army khakis, looking like the hero of life that he is, standing there. She’s suddenly paralysed, riveted to the ground and her throat has constricted, her mouth is dry and her heart (once it started beating again) is drumming on her ribs.

He stands there for a minute then moves inside quickly. She has no idea how it all happened. He steps in, closes the door behind him and leans on it for a beat, says absolutely nothing but keeps staring at her with a predatory glance, a look she has not seen on him before. He grabs her by the shoulders pushes her up against the wall in the small hallway, and his mouth is on her everywhere, her mouth, her neck, and she can vaguely hear his army buckle belt undoing. He pulls back, looks at her as if he wants to eat a piece of her.

With his mighty hands he grabs her cotton night dress and she hears it rip. He grabs her breasts, and she’s not wearing underwear, so there is no need to tear anything else. He holds the back of her knee and wraps it around his waist, lifts her ragged night wear up around her waist. He bends his knees to get to her reach and he says, “wrap your legs around me
kardiá mou
.” (my heart)

And she does, and he is inside her with so much force she’s lost in the surprise and the intensity of his need, and she whimpers in the sweet pain of his power. He is holding her up against the wall, his breathing rapid and his lust almost out of control. She has never seen or felt him like this and is overwhelmed. She is so in love in this moment, she allows him to have his way. With only a few strokes she can feel his orgasm and his spurting inside her with almighty anger, lust and love and she has no time to react to this.

He holds her against the wall for a minute, still inside her. His face is in her neck and he is breathing hard and muttering,

“I’m so sorry. I’m sorry. Sorry.” And she holds him and tells him he has nothing to feel sorry about. She guides his face to look at her, and says with a smile.

“I missed you too,” And they both smile and he kisses her gently on the lips.

They come apart. Hope’s legs dripping of him; he takes her in the bathroom and they don’t talk. He takes a cloth, wets it and wipes himself and tucks himself in and he looks at her and takes her torn night wear off her, gets a clean cloth and with warm water he gives her a sponge bath.

“Put your hands up
kardiá mou
.” (my heart). And she obeys. He not only wipes her thighs but the rest of her, rinsing out the cloth between wipes, and then he takes a towel, dries her and wraps her in it. He now holds her tight and she welcomes the embrace and she knows this is exactly where she wants to be.

“I have to go, I snuck out, because I just had to see you. I was going crazy. I’ll see you tomorrow evening and I’m free on the weekend. On Monday I pack up and I’m out of there. I promise to make it up to you. I left you out this time.”

She looks into his green pools.

“No you didn’t. Sometimes it’s just good enough to have your arms around me. Anyway, I’m expecting my period any moment.”

“So?”

“Well, sex will be limited.”

‘Agápi mou, (my love) why do you still think that it is all I want from you? Please don’t insult me.”

He bends and kisses her gently on the mouth and while he’s kissing her he whispers in her mouth. “
Se Agapό
”. (I love you). Her heart flutters and as much as she loves to hear this, it also makes her uncomfortable, as she knows they are going to get lost in this love and both of them will get hurt. She now has accepted the fact that she loves him, but she cannot tell him and still can’t see a way out.

***

Pétro, Alexander and Hope are lazily sitting at a café at the port sipping coffee and contemplating how to spend the rest of the day. Such hard work! It’s midmorning and it’s already very hot.

“So tell me the latest with Jason”. The conversation has once again become about Hope’s love life.

“Petroúli mou
, (my little Petro) what is there to say”?

“Hey girl, there is plenty to say! Are you going to continue to torture yourself and the poor guy? Or are you going to allow things to just be?”

Hope notices Alexander twisting in his chair in discomfort and she’s quick to reassure him.

“Alex, it’s ok. He is the only person in my life who is allowed to be up front and tell me off. He is right most of the time, but I don’t always follow his advice.” She smiles at him and she can tell he is more at ease.

“Sorry, I did not mean to show discomfort with you Hope, but with Pétro’s interference.”

“He’s allowed to interfere. I just wish I would take note most of the time.” She pauses and looks at them both, “let’s talk about you two for a change.”

Pétro and Alexander look at each other with a smile and reach out to each other’s hands. She finds this so tender, and wishes she could be just as at ease with Jason, and as if reading her mind Pétro looks at her. “Sweet girl, don’t look at us as if we are special. We are just two people attracted to each other, just as you and Jason are. We just choose to let time show the result.”

“Pétro don’t play dumb. You know how complicated my life is. I have a son, and responsibilities. I can’t turn my back on them and I don’t know from day to day if I’m even going to be in Greece.”

“Then be honest with Jason, and tell him why. Don’t torture him and yourself, but in the meantime, enjoy what you have with him.”

She steers the conversation away from herself, “Let’s have a light lunch, go rest and meet up tonight. Jason will be joining us this evening.”

It’s early evening, or late afternoon (depending on from what culture Hope looks at it). It’s about 6pm, and as usual, it’s the time she sits on her verandah drinking Greek coffee with her spoon sweet and an icy glass of water. She can see the sea and the sunset but not the street. The front door bell rings. She gets up, opens the door and there is Jason, in pants and a T-shirt, in matching civilian khaki and holding an overnight bag. He stands there looking at her and she looks at him.

“Are you going to ask me in or should I go back?” She says nothing, steps back, and holds the door wide open as she sweeps her arm in a welcoming gesture, with a smile on her face.

“Please come in, sir.”

He steps in, drops his overnight bag, shuts the door behind him softly and wraps his arms around her, taking her into his sweet-smelling warm embrace and she embraces him back. She has made up her mind to enjoy this for whatever it’s worth.

He has already given her enough love to last her a lifetime, in such a short amount of time and whatever happens, she can only be grateful and try to give some back to him. Life only gives snippets of happiness, and who is she to deny what has come her way via this amazing human being.

She does love him, maybe not in the way he loves her, (her son will always come first), whereas Jason only has himself to navigate through life at this stage. But she will give him all she has for now. It might not be long-lived, but it will be real and given without economy.

He holds her for a few minutes, kissing the top of her head. They stand there like this until she breaks the silence. “Shall I make us coffee?”

“Yes please.” He kisses her on her head and lets go. She moves into the kitchen, while he goes and drops his bag in the bedroom and then moves out to the verandah. She looks up and sees his beautiful frame and his broad shoulders, as he holds on to the rails with his back to her. He is facing the sea, outlined by the sunset and again she asks herself, “Why me”?

She puts the coffee, the spoon sweet and the icy water on a small tray and takes it out to him, places it on the blue wrought iron table and sits in one of the chairs.

He turns around to look at her, his back to the rails with his hands behind holding on. The sunset is still very bright and Hope can barely see his features, as he has the ring of the sunlight around him, like an angel and just for a crazy split second she asks herself, “What is he saving me from?”, a thought that throws her, as she doesn’t have any imaginary friends. But her angel talks like a mortal.

“I want to hold you and make love to you, can I?”

She puts her hand on her forehead to shade from the glare of the sunset and looks at him.

“Since when have you needed to ask if you can hold me and make love to me?”

“Since I behaved so badly yesterday.”

She gets up and moves towards him and wraps her arms around his slim waist. “
Agόri mou
, (my man) you did not behave badly. If I did not want it I would have stopped you. I was a willing participant. Let’s go inside and make love. English, you have my full attention.”

With that he lifts her in his strong arms and carries her into the bedroom. He lays her down gently and stands looking at her.

They stare at each other and she beckons him with her hands to get undressed.

“Strip for me slowly. I want to watch you.”

“Only if you strip for me at the same time.”

She stands up on the bed and begins to take off her shorts and top, while watching him strip for her. She thinks that he is so much better at this than she is. He has that economy of movement and panther-like grace. His graceful movements and his piercing green emerald eyes never move from her.

They are naked and looking at each other and she lies down and pats the space next to her, urging him to lay the perfect body, complete with its erection next to her. He lies next to her, holds her face and turns it to face him, looks into her eyes deeply, and seals her mouth with his. He searches for her tongue, and she gives it to him. Their mouths are locked together, but they are not touching each other on any other part of their bodies.

He does not need to do more than just kiss her, and she’s aroused to the brink of snapping. She feels like screaming, but she can only moan and he moans in her mouth. She mounts her leg on top of him and gets closer, feeling his body and now they are skin to skin and they feel each other’s shudder.

She releases her tongue from his, and in his mouth she whispers.

“Make love to me now. I want you inside me.”

“I have to get you ready and relaxed.”

“
Morό mou
, (my baby)I have been ready for you since yesterday. Please!”

He turns them so she’s lying under him and he parts her thighs with his knee, and looks at her face and hesitates, while he feels her private parts with his hand.

“You are ready for me!”

‘I’m always ready for you
hará mou (my joy)
.”

“Look into my face and keep your eyes open, I want to see your pleasure and see your face when you come for me.”

And he begins to enter her slowly, sweetly and with love, and like that he makes sweet love to her for a long, long time. She allows him to see her face as he pleasures her in all ways, and she has no idea how much time has passed, as she has almost lost count of how many orgasms she has had, and he finds his release and calls her name like a prayer, softly, and gently, in the way he has made love to her before.

They hold each other still connected, until she breaks the hold, looking into his sated face and with a grin.

“I need to pee.” she gets up and sees to her needs. She cleans herself up from his cum and takes a warm towel to him, he looks at her with wonder and replies, while she is wiping his beautiful cock.

“It’s the least I can do. After all, you gave me a full sponge bath.”

He grabs the towel and throws it on the floor, turns her around and they are spooning with his powerful embrace, completely encircling her. He whispers in her ear. “
Se agapό
(I love you).” And she just lies there absorbing his love and tries not to think of the repercussions. She feels herself dozing for a while, and is woken up by Jason’s erection prodding into her backside.

“Again!”

“Are you complaining? You know I can’t get enough of you, and then you go and stick your beautiful arse against my dick.” She can feel his smile and she smiles too. He parts her folds with his hand and in an instant, she’s wet. What this man does to her is almost shameful.

“You’re ready for me already.”

“You’re not the only one with that affliction, baby.”

As she feels the head of his penis urging her entrance to open up for him, it does so with pleasure and greed. He sinks into her slowly in the spooning position. They both groan and become lost once again in each other, with Jason’s strong arms encircling her with his want and his lust.

He moves slowly and rhythmically, making sure he gives her all of him and the way she wants him, slow and deliciously erotic, taking his time to savour her, and allowing her to feel all of him inside of her, as well as all over her trembling body.

They are bound again in a way that is theirs. He kisses her back, her neck, her ear lobe and he keeps repeating,
“Se agapό.”
And he takes his time.

Hope mutters, “I want to look at your face.” And he manages to turn her around leaving her body in need for a few seconds. She is under him and somehow twisted in a semi sideways position, where they look into each other’s faces. Hope gasps at the sight of him, as he lounges a little to her left side, and she wraps her right leg on top of him. They are inside each other, just wanting to be joined to one another, and they both know they want this to go on without an orgasm. Hope looks into his dilated pupils, she bends to take his mouth and in his lips she says.