After The Billionaire's Wedding Vows…

“I am so hungry for you I’m not going to get your dress off if we don’t get that zip down now,” he told her, his voice a near growl.

Shivers of desire and atavistic need skated along her every nerve ending.

Polly shifted so he could reach the zipper. Finally.

If she didn’t know better, she’d think his hand trembled against her as he tugged the zip down, but there was no mistaking the sucking in of air as he exposed her back. “I would love to take time to appreciate the beauty of this sexy bit of lace holding your gorgeous breasts in, but it will have to be another time.”

He undid the clasp and pulled the fabric aside before placing a kiss on her spine. But it was the kiss on her nape, the one she’d been waiting for that made her shudder with need.

“You are so perfect for me. So responsive.”

“Yes.” The one thing they’d always gotten right was their perfect physical response to one another.

He brushed her dress down her body, letting it pool at her hips as he slid his hands back up her torso to cup her breasts. Polly was so sensitive that she moaned at the contact. Alexandros brushed his thumbs over her turgid nipples and the sound that came out of her was far more animalistic.

“Yes, play with them, Andros!” she demanded.

“Like this?” he asked, pinching her nipples with just the right amount of pressure.

Each press of thumb to forefinger matched a pulse of pleasure in her most intimate place.

“So good!” She loved touching him, but sometimes she enjoyed him playing her body like the sexual virtuoso he was to her.

Alexandros began tugging her nipples and rolling them in between the simple moments of pressure, and pleasure built in Polly as if he was caressing her clitoris. “I’m going to come like this,” she warned him, unable to believe she was so on edge.

Polly pressed her thighs together, sending sparks of ecstasy through her core, but it wasn’t enough.

“Andros, please!” She wanted. She needed. She was in an agony of pleasure not quite fulfilled.

“Then, come for me, yineka mou. Show me what my touch to your body does,” he coaxed against her ear, hot air sending more chills of pleasure along her body.

“I…” She moaned. Words were too hard.

He pinched just a little harder on her nipples, his hard sex pressing against her back, his need clear, but he made no move to stop doing what he was doing.

“Inside!” She shifted her pelvis, seeking more touch between them. “I want you inside.”

“I thought you wanted it like this,” he said gutturally.

“Inside!” she demanded again.

He didn’t make her beg, but lifted her so her dress could fall to the floor. Her and Alexandros’s fingers tangled in the attempt to get rid of her panties, but neither laughed.

He grunted, she mewled with need and the lingerie was on the floor with her dress.

Then he lifted her, and she spread her legs, knowing what he wanted. Alexandros lowered her until his leaking sex kissed her tender flesh. She pushed down so his head pressed inside.

He let her take him at her own pace, though his body was rigid with the effort.

Finally he was in, filling her intimately as no other man ever would do, as no other woman would ever feel him. They rocked together, chasing pleasure, seeking that ultimate moment of completion.

Usually in this position, he reached around to touch that special bundle of nerves, but he continued his ministrations to her breasts and nipples. And that was all she needed.

Overwhelming pleasure spiraled inside her, built even more quickly by how his hardness caressed her G-spot.

“That’s right, agape mou. Move on me like I am all that you need.”

“You are,” she gasped out, her breath coming in harsh pants.