The Greek Tycoon's Bride

‘Skinny-dipping?’ he asked teasingly, his eyes looking into hers. ‘You are throwing off all your inhibitions for real, aren’t you?’

‘Oh, yes.’ She stared at him with huge eyes, her face serious. ‘This is a new beginning. My real life starts from now.’

He undressed her slowly, not least because the silk dress had endless tiny buttons, but then she stepped out of the dress and petticoats and watched his face as his eyes ran over her tantalising French underwear. The transparent cream lace bikini pants and suspender belt, and uplift bra which gave her a cleavage she’d never had before, had cost a small fortune but they were worth every penny. And she didn’t feel shy, just overwhelmingly, fiercely in love as she watched the passion darken his face.

Andreas’s hands were shaking slightly as he knelt down in front of her and unclipped first one suspender and then the other, peeling the silk, lace-topped stockings from her almost reverently.

As she stepped out of the last one he caught her ankle in his hands, kissing her foot with tiny burning kisses before he began to work upwards. She was shivering with desire by the time he removed the last of her clothing and, as he took her breasts in his hands, rubbing their peaks to throbbing sensitive life with his thumbs, she was already moist and ready for him.

She felt awe when Andreas was naked in front of her, hugely aroused, but in spite of his desire he touched and tasted her for a long time before he lay her on the blanket of their clothing. Sophy was in a feverish agony of need, no room in her mind for anything but her husband, and she welcomed him into her body with little cries that she was unaware of but which sent rippling contractions across Andreas’s taut frame, as he tried to control his own passion until he had brought her to the peak of desire.

This was so different to anything she had known with Matthew that Sophy felt she had never been made love to before, but still Andreas delayed the moment of full release, pleasing her, and himself, until she felt her body wasn’t able to contain the pleasure she was feeling and that it would shatter into a million pieces.

And then the wild rhythmic undulations that had been causing her to arch and twist hit the explosive trigger of his own need, and they disappeared over the edge together into a soaring world of pure undiluted sensation where nothing existed but each other.

His heart was beating like a hammer above hers when Sophy came back from that parallel universe, and he held her close, stroking her hair with loving fingers, kissing her face with quick burning caresses as he whispered endearments against her hot skin. It was all she could have hoped for and more.

‘All I care about is you,’ he murmured after a little while, ‘you know that, don’t you? You are everything I need, everything I will ever need. No other woman will ever touch my heart. I will love you for eternity.’

‘I know,’ she said softly, his body stirring again as she caressed him with hungry fingers. ‘I know, my love.’

And she did. At last.