A Ring for the Greek's Baby

‘But I’m not tired now.’ She bumped his lips with hers, using her tongue to glide over his lower lip.

Loukas made a groaning sound and gathered her closer, crushing her to him and bringing his mouth down on hers in a drugging kiss that made her insides quake with want. His tongue came in search of hers, teasing it into a sexy samba that mimicked the passionate love-making they had done a month ago. His hands cupped her face, his fingers splaying over her hair as he feasted on her mouth, like a starving man does a long anticipated meal.

Emily returned his kiss with just as much fervour, her senses reeling with each heart-stopping flicker and glide of his tongue. She set to work on his shirt, desperate to get her hands on his bare skin, but with her finger still heavily bandaged she didn’t get very far. Loukas took over the task for her and hauled his shirt over his head and tossed it to the floor. He then began on her clothes, undoing buttons, sliding her top off her shoulders, kissing her as he went, drawing out the process until she was squirming with impatience. He left her bra in place and kissed the upper curves of her breasts with gentle barely touching presses of his lips. His concern about her tenderness touched her deeply.

He laid her back against the pillows and kissed his way down from her mouth to her décolletage, his hands cradling her as if she were priceless porcelain. It was different from their first encounter when clothes had been all but ripped off and bodies hard pressed together in an almost animalistic coupling. This was a slow but sure celebration of her body, a worshipful discovery of every curve and contour with his gentle hands, lips and tongue. Every nerve in her body vibrated with the pleasure of his touch, the sensations rippling through her in escalating waves.

It was the most thrilling experience of her life to be touched with such exquisite care. He helped her out of the rest of her clothes, every hair on her head tingling at the roots when he came to the final barrier of her knickers. Not white cotton this time, but dark blue lace, as she’d changed before she’d left to visit Allegra. He traced the seam of her body through the lace of her knickers, the touch so sensual it made her back arch off the bed.

He gently eased her knickers away, her senses so heightened the glide of the fabric against her skin made her sigh in pleasure. Loukas brought his mouth down to her feminine mound, stroking the outside of her form with his tongue just as he had with his finger against the lace. Every cell in her body throbbed with longing, her flesh swelling and delicately scenting with the musk of arousal. He separated her with his fingers, caressed her with his tongue in soft strokes that were slow and measured, before gradually upping the pace in response to her whimpered signals. The ripples started deep and low in her body and then spread out like a tide, coursing through her body in convulsive waves. Goose bumps rose on her flesh and hot, fizzing tingles shot up and down her spine until finally the sensations faded, leaving her in a blissful afterglow that made all her muscles feel like melted wax.

Emily opened her eyes to see his glittering with his own anticipation. She ran a hand down his sternum, past his wash-board abdomen, to her prize below. His features gave a spasm of pleasure when she took him in her hand, stroking and caressing him the way she knew he loved best. ‘I guess we won’t be needing a condom,’ she said.

Dark heat flared in his eyes. ‘I want you.’

‘So I can tell.’ She gave him another stroke, running her fingertip over the head of his erection.

He pressed her back down, taking care not to let her take his weight, their legs finding their preferred positions as if they had been making love together for years. That was what had struck her about that night after the wedding. There hadn’t been any awkwardness between them. Her

body had expressed her desire, as had his, and together they had created an explosive choreography of intimacy.

He kissed Emily thoroughly, his tongue duelling with hers in another slow tango that ramped up her desire all over again. She caressed Loukas’s back and shoulders, delighting in the play of his taut muscles as they responded to her touch. She went lower to cup his buttocks, encouraging him to take his pleasure, opening her legs even further, her body on fire for the deep, silken thrust of his.

He made another guttural sound, as if his self-control was teetering at the limit, and then he entered her with a long, smooth surge that made her gasp out loud in relief. The feel of him moving inside her rocked her senses. He was gentle and yet thrillingly male, taking her on a tantalising journey of sensory delight that made every inch of her flesh go into raptures. Her intimate muscles gripped him with each thrust and retreat, the sexy rhythm in perfect tune with her body. He slipped a hand between their bodies, knowing exactly how to intensify her pleasure to give her the extra strokes of friction that would send her over the edge. The orgasm exploded like a massive firework, sending rivers of sensations through her body until she was shaking with the impact.

His low grunt of pleasure followed close behind, the dual rocking of their bodies in that penultimate moment sending another wave of delight crashing through her flesh.

Loukas slowly withdrew, but not before brushing her hair away from her face. ‘Are your breasts okay? I didn’t crush them too hard with my weight?’

Emily touched his face with her fingertips. ‘I forgot all about them, to be honest.’

A smile ghosted his mouth. ‘So, I guess that clears that up, then.’

‘What? My breasts?’

He coiled a tendril of her hair around his finger. ‘It was just as good between us as I imagined. Better, even.’

Emily sent her fingertip around his mouth. ‘You were amazingly gentle with me.’

‘I’ve never made love to a pregnant woman before. It’s a bit nerve-racking, actually.’

‘You don’t have to treat me like I’m made of glass.’

He stroked his finger down between her breasts. ‘Does this hurt?’

‘No.’

He moved his finger to her right breast and traced a lazy circle around her nipple. ‘This?’

‘No...’

He brought his mouth to her breast, using his tongue to follow the earlier pathway of his finger. The feel of his warm tongue on her sensitive flesh made her skin shiver. ‘You have beautiful breasts.’

‘Glad you think so,’ Emily said. ‘I was about to send out a search party when I was a teenager but thankfully they showed up before my fifteenth birthday.’

This time his slanted smile made his eyes sparkle. ‘You have nothing to be worried about, Emily. You are one of the most naturally beautiful women I’ve ever met.’

She couldn’t help basking in the glow of his compliments. Who wouldn’t feel beautiful, the way he looked at her? She wasn’t a vain person—how could she be with an overbite and freckles and bad eyesight? But every time Loukas looked at her she felt as if she was the most stunning creature in the world. ‘I’m not holding out for a Vogue shoot any time soon, but thanks anyway.’