He turned to her and Kaarina felt her heart pounding way too fast. But she knew what she was doing. Exactly what she shouldn't be doing.
With two steps, she closed the distance between them. His breath fanned across her lips, just before his mouth touched hers. This kiss was different from the few heated exchanges they had shared. There was a vulnerability in them both that hadn't been there before. Each touch, each press of his lips against hers, each sweep of his tongue as it glided sensually against hers was somehow more. Kaarina heard the door slam behind him, but she didn't give it a second thought of how she couldn't recall them moving into the apartment. She really couldn't care less.
"Theo," she whispered, as his lips left hers. He kissed her jawline, then down her neck, finding each sensitive spot along the way and paying it extra attention.
"I haven't been able to stop thinking of you like this," he confessed. By the time he reached the hollow of her throat, she was gasping.
"I couldn't stop thinking of you either," she managed to get out before moaning as he nipped that sweet spot under her ear.
There were no words after that. With every touch, every kiss she felt herself falling into the abyss. There would be no coming back from this point. Everything she felt for him, all the emotions that she'd held at bay, locked up inside herself, were bursting forth. She had no illusions that he was offering her anything other than a moment, but it didn't seem to matter. Even as he reached for the zipper of her black pants, her fingers were fumbling with the buttons of his shirt. The need to feel him against her, skin to skin was insistent, consuming. Kaarina didn't even realize she was out of her pants and he was working on her blouse, but when her blouse gaped, the sleeves falling down her arms, she shed it quickly without a second thought. She saw the way his eyes narrowed, the pupils dilating as he took in what she'd worn beneath it. Lingerie was her weakness, and the black satin and ivory lace bra and panties with the matching garter belt and stockings were her favorites. She'd donned them that morning for no real reason besides from needing something that day to make her feel good. If she had thought about it, she would've taken a moment to be grateful she'd worn something so suitable to seduction, although it was a toss up at that moment as to which one of them was the seducer. She returned to the task of removing his shirt. The damn shirt.
"If I'd known this was what you were hiding under those clothes before, then I would have taken you a long time ago," he said, his voice a hot whisper against her neck.
Kaarina shivered in response. "We all have secrets," she stated huskily. Jeez...didn't he know that. "This is my one vice."
"And I'm thankful for it," he responded, shrugging out of the shirt that she'd finally managed to loosen. Her hands skimmed over his chest, her nails scraping lightly against his skin.
"Christ, you're killing me," he said, but not in the least bit sounding as if he disapproved. As a matter of fact, it sounded as if it pleased him. A smile almost made its way on her face due to learning that, but it was kind of weird since she wasn't one to ever try and please anyone. Except for her mother and her deceased father. She didn't have to dwell on that for long as his voice once more blocked out all other thoughts. "But we're just getting started."
She gasped when Achilles grasped her hair, just at the base of her skull and tilted her head back. It wasn't painful, but commanding. The position arched her neck and thrust her breasts forward until they strained against the satin and lace cups that covered her.
With just the tip of one finger, he traced a line from the hollow of her neck to her cleavage. The contrast of that subtle, gentle touch against his forceful hold was both exciting and frightening.
He had her head spinning so much, Kaarina wasn't even aware that he'd somehow backed her up to the table in her foyer until the backs of her thighs bumped the edge of it. He kissed her again, and it was more demanding than before, more consuming. He lifted her without breaking the kiss until she parted her thighs and sighed with relief when he moved between them, pressing against the part of her that ached for him.
Whatever had flared between them seemed to have a life of its own. With his shirt gone, her hands stroked over his hot skin, mapping the curves and lines of each muscle. Then his hands were on her thighs, skimming up to the black satin underwear that covered her.
"We should be in a bed," he murmured, his breath a hot caress against her neck. "Slow, easy, taking our time."
"We'll do that later," she said. There was no way in hell she was going to allow him to stop this time. She was too far gone. "Right now, I can't wait."
She'd no sooner said the words than she felt the fabric of her underwear tighten and then give entirely as he ripped them from her. His fingers moved over her, testing the slickness. Wordlessly, she parted her thighs further, lifting her hips toward him. It was the clearest invitation she could give.
When his fingers slid between the damp folds, coasting over the sensitive bud of her clît, she cried out, clutching at his shoulders. the hardened nub of her clît and pressed his finger tips against it, bracketing it between them, so that with every thrust, the pressure crested and ebbed. He could feel the quivering of her belly, the tremble in her thighs as she tightened them around him. There was a hitch to her breathing and the soft sounds she made became louder, more insistent. God, he wanted to feel her come. He wanted to feel her coming apart beneath him, around him.
"Come for me," he commanded, his voice a gentle caress yet it held so much power over her. "Let me see you."
She tensed against him then, her whole body quivering as a harsh moan escaped her parted lips. Then the inner muscles that clenched around his fingers began to flutter and spasm rhythmically. Each wave pushed him closer to that precipice himself. When she raised her legs and locked her ankles behind him, tugging them even deeper, he was lost. His balls tightened of what to come and that familiar tension crept through him.
She clenched around him again, milking his fingers, and the pleasure just took him.
He continued to pump into her, hooking his fingers inside of her and he felt her teetering on the edge. Closing his arms around her, he pressed his face against her neck and waited for the shudders from her org@sm.
When she could breathe again, he eased back and looked at her. With her flushed cheeks and kiss-swollen lips, she created a wanton picture, one that he'd envisioned so many times.
Achilles kissed her then.
"Let's go find a bed and do this right." Kaarina slid off the table and stood on legs that wobbled more than she cared to admit. She gathered her blouse and pants in one hand, and slipped her other hand into his as he led her toward the stairs. Watching the play of muscle as he moved was awe inspiring.
He must have recognized her hesitance because he paused before unfastening his pants. "If you want me to leave, just say it. I don't want to go, but if-"
"I don't want you to go. I'm just having one of those moments where I am cataloging every flaw in my body, both real and imagined," she responded, more than a little shocked by her own honesty.
Normally, she was fine with her body. She wasn't a size two and she never would be. Her size eight had always been just fine with her. She liked her curves, liked that she looked like a woman and not a stick figure. But this was Achilles, who routinely dated models and actresses, or worse, socialites, who had not an ounce of extra flesh anywhere on his body. A few doubts were only natural. Kaarina tensed when he moved toward her, but her eyes were glued to him. She was only truly happy that it was too dark for him to really see her body. She tried not yo think too much, especially about the fact that her mom was home and even though her mom took sleeping pills that kept her down for the entire night, it was still a niggling thought of what she was doing with her mother under the same roof. She felt her cheeks heat at the thought of what Achilles had just done with his fingers.
Muscles rippled with each step, like watching a big cat stalking its prey. When he was only inches from her, she could see the faint lines at the corners of his eyes and the slight glint of silver at his temples, probably from the moonlight against his darker than midnight hair.
"I am going to make love to you," he promised and she didn't doubt him for a minute. "And I will make sure you never regret it."
With an offer like that, she could hardly refuse. Before she knew it, they were in her room. She wanted to giggle, feeling like a teenager sneaking into her bedroom with her boyfriend to do unspeakable things even though this was her first time doing any of this.
"I want you," he told her and his hands were on her as he backed her into the back of the door. He locked the door and Kaarina felt even more of a teenager that she actually giggled out loud. "Glad you're having fun though."
His voice was roughened with desire. It elicited an answering shiver from her and, unconsciously, she tightened her hold around his neck, crushing him impossibly closer to her. That subtle movement pressed her breasts against his bare chest. Skin to skin, the spark between them ignited again. Her nipples hardened and she could feel the thrum of desire beating an incessant tattoo. She couldn't even recall when her bra came off and where her clothes that she was carrying in her hand were now. L
"Theo, touch me. I want your hands on me." He tugged her closer still, until their lips met, until the weight of her full breasts were crushed against his chest. His hands roamed her back, savoring the silken texture of her skin, the soft and supple flesh beneath his fingertips. Mapping the indention of her waist and the lush flare of her hips, he seemed to want to go slow, to make it last. Sliding his palms up and over her ribs, he brushed his knuckles lightly against the undersides of her breasts. When she shuddered in response, he smiled against her lips, and then stepped back. Taking her hand, he led her towards the bed. She reclined against the pillows in the classic pose of a seductress, her dark hair spread out on the pillow. Her sensuality seemed part of her, innate and without guile, and it made her so very different from many of the women of his acquaintance.
"I've wanted you for so long," Achilles said, lying down beside her. His hands moved once again to her breasts, kneading the tender flesh. "You deserve more- more than what I could ever offer you, but I just don't give a damn."
With the pads of his thumbs, he lightly brushed her nipples. Her response was a soft, shuddering sigh and the arching of her back, which lifted her breasts more fully into his grasp. Still teasing one nipple with his thumb, he closed his lips over the other. Laving the hardened bud with his tongue, he savored the taste of her skin as sounds of pleasure escaped her lips. When she was moaning, clutching his shoulders so tightly that her nails bit into his skin, he scored the sensitive nub with his teeth. She became mindless beneath him, her thighs parting in invitation, her hips arching up, seeking. Kaarina was on fire.
She felt empty inside, as if she wouldn't be whole until he was inside her again. But this time she didn't want his fingers. She wanted him, all of him.
She was consumed with an ache for him she didn't know existed. She couldn't stop touching him. Her hands coasted over his shoulders, his back, and down to the waistband of his pants. Forcing enough of her attention away from her sensitive nipples, the exquisite torment of his skilled fingers and mouth, she managed to free the button and lower the zipper of his pants.
His cōck was already thick and hard, a single drop of pearly liquid glistening at the tip. Closing her hand around him, she dragged her thumb over the bead that had gathered and circled it delicately. His answering groan prompted her to be bolder.
"I want to taste you," she stayed, a more than bold move on her part since she had never done this before.
"Next time," he said. "I have only so much control, Kaarina." He continued to lave her breasts, to tease and torment her budded nipples with his mouth, as his hand slid over her belly to the damp curls that shielded her sex. His fingertips grazed lightly over her slit, before parting the slick folds and delving deeper, exploring her welcoming heat.
"Oh, God," she moaned. "That feels so good."
"I love how wet you are for me... tight and hot. The sounds you make when the pleasure becomes so intense, it drives me wild," he admitted. Even as he said it, he moved his hand, withdrawing slightly only to plunge in again, deeper than before. His thumb brushed against the hooded bud of her clit and she shuddered beneath him. Her head fell back against the pillows, her lips parting on a soft moan, her face contorted with pleasure. Repeating the motion, he began to speak again, whispering all the things he wanted to do to her, all the things he wanted to make her feel. She was mindless with passion. Her hips were bucking, seeking, and her breathing was ragged with need.
"Please, Theo-I need you inside me. Filling me." Moving between her thighs, Achilles pressed his cock against her entrance, and with gentle pressure, rocked into her. The scalding heat of her clasping around him was the sweetest torment to him.
But there was resistance. And Achilles knew this day for too long to notice when something was different. Her entire body was tense under him and he gazed down at her face incredulously. It couldn't be possible. Could it?
She stared up at him, her eyes filled with the obvious flash of pain. He made to pull out, but she tightened her legs around his waist.
"Why didn't you tell me?" He asked, his voice gruff before he muttered an explicit in Greek under his breath. He shouldn't want to continue this. She was a virgin! How did he not see the signs earlier during the few months of being together?
"Would it have really meant a difference?" She fired back and he closed his eyes as a way to ignore the overpowering need to forget about the fact that he took her virginity. Her softness surrounding him and it was more than tempting to continue, but...
"I would have been gentler, Kaarina," he answered, opening his eyes to pin her with his dark gaze. "It's your virginity, Kaarina! Didn't you want it to be with someone more...deserving."
She then took his between her hands, his jawline rough from his 5 o'clock shadow, her eyes leveled with his.
"There is no one else I want to give it to, but you," she told him, the desire thickening her voice as those eyes of hers told him more than enough of her need for him. "Now, Theo I need to feel you moving--please."
She proceeded to lift her hips in obvious invitation. Achilles felt it when his own control crumbled and he knew he could not stop now. Circling his hips, he drove deeper until he was fully seated inside her. Grasping her thighs, he pulled them up, hitching them higher on his hips, changing the angle slightly, allowing him to sink even deeper, until his balls rested against the lush curve of her bottom.
One thrust and she was quivering.
Withdrawing, he thrust again and she seemed to be shattering around him. He gritted his teeth, fighting for control once again. The soft cries of her pleasure echoed in the room, When the last spasms in her body receded, he began anew.
Each thrust was shallow, a slight movement, building the sensation. She opened her eyes, looking into his, their gazes locked as tightly as their bodies. The intimacy was complete, almost unbearable. Kaarina couldn't look away from him, from the raw need that etched his features. Feeling him moving inside her, stretching and filling her, it was exquisite.
The pleasure was so intense it bordered on pain. Every nerve ending in her body had been set ablaze. Sliding her hands over his back, down to the firm globes of his behind, she clasped him to her, undulating her hips against him. A muscle ticked in his jaw and she knew that his control was hanging by a thread. She didn't want him to be controlled. She wanted him to be primal, to be carried away by the need just as she was.
Lifting her hips against him, she began to clench her inner muscles, creating a counter rhythm to his thrusts, tightening as he plunged in and contracting as he withdrew. His fingers dug into the soft flesh of her thighs, holding her as he pumped into her. There would be bruises in the morning, and she would savor every one of them because they would remind her of the hot look in his eyes and the exquisite sensation of having him inside her.
Tensing in anticipation, she clasped him deeply inside her and felt the first rush of heat as he found his release. The waves began again, deep in her core, then radiating outward, as the pleasure washed through her. Each hot spurt of his seed deep inside her triggered an answering rush of pleasure in her.
Her name escaped his lips on a harsh groan and she shivered in response. That slight movement had her gasping. She was so sensitive her body so aroused and over stimulated, that even the slightest movement, the slightest touch, was almost too much. It was as if he knew, he understood that it was too much. As if they were lovers long before now.
His hands stroked over her body, soothing rather than arousing, easing her down from the peak, just as their labored breathing ebbed into a more gentle rhythm. Neither of them spoke. Not about the fact that she gave him her virginity or the emotions that it evoked from him. He made no move to withdraw from her, and her hands stroked his back in a lazy rhythm. She was all his now. For the moment, they were both content and by tacit agreement, neither the past nor the future existed.
A/N: Hola! Well, wasn't that...that. So I didn't read all of that... since a loyal person wrote what I could not. And no, the person is not known to be on wattpad or twitter so no shout out, nor name since that person is...well, weird? And doesn't like popularity. Again, weird. I wonder what that says about me mingling with a weird person. Hmm...🤔. Any who, I am grateful all the same and probably you are too. I guess this is now a mature PG-56 book since I couldn't even really pass the part where she went to kiss him. But I did try to do some editing. Of course, comment if it was too intense and I will do my best to make it less or so. Hope you guys liked this fairly long and loaded update. This was supposed to be apart of the earlier chapter, but I changed my mind and split it up. Sure you guys don't mind since its a double update. Before you get on with your merry way, vote, comment and fan if you haven't already. Gracias!
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