The Greek Tycoon's Lover (14 page)

He pulled her closer as she laughed. “You’re right, I am. And just to clarify, I definitely do want to ravish you. Have no doubts about that.”

Helen swallowed hard but she didn’t pull away. He put a hand behind her back and led her slightly inside the jungle line where the vegetation started to grow but still wasn’t too thick.

As soon as they were out of sight from the others, he turned her around and captured her lips with his, pulling her into his arms and kissing her with a passion she had never known before. Helen was unable to pull away, the flames of his desire instantly burning into an overwhelming fire that took over her being, transforming her fear into need.

Over and over again, his mouth slanted across hers, covering her lips, tasting, intruding, coaxing her to kiss him back. And once the shock of that initial touch left her, she was more than willing to kiss him back. After her mind stopped being surprised, her body arched into his, her arms reaching up to go around his neck and her heels rising up so she was standing on her tip toes in order to get closer to him.

Her mind spun slightly when he lifted her higher, his hands lifting her and holding her against him while he spun around, leaning her gently against the trunk of a tree, giving him greater access to her while his hands positioned her legs so they were wrapped around his waist. Helen didn’t need to be asked twice. Moaning and almost sobbing in her need to get closer to him, she gladly held onto him with both her arms and legs, her body shivering as his erection pushed into her softness through the fabric of their bathing suits.

Helen gasped when she felt his hand against her breast, his thumb sneaking inside to flick against the hard nipple. Her nails were digging into his shoulders and her head lolled back so it was leaning against the tree behind her. “Dimitri!” she cried out. When she felt his mouth against her breast, she jumped and wasn’t sure if she was pulling him closer or pushing him away. Probably both.

“I can’t take it,” she gasped when his mouth suckled against her.

He pulled away, leaning his forehead against hers. “I know. I don’t think I can take much more either.”

Helen’s breathing was hard and she noticed that his chest was rising and falling rapidly as well. “So what do we do?” she asked.

“We go snorkeling again. And we stop touching each other until we get back to the ship,” he growled but he didn’t move. His hands were still on her waist although he’d lowered her so her feet were back on the ground.

She looked up at him with hunger burning in her eyes. “What happens when we get back to the ship?” She thought she knew the answer, hoped she knew it. But wanted him to confirm it.

His hands convulsed around her waist but he was still gentle. “We continue this in my room, with privacy and a bed.” He looked at her, his eyes daring her to argue but she simply smiled and nodded her head. “Yes,” was all she could say, her tongue thick and dry.

He continued to watch her. “You understand what that means, don’t you Helen?”

“Yes. I hope I do.”

“Tell me.”

“We make love.”

He groaned and pulled her against him. “Yes. Exactly.”

Her breasts were tender against his hard chest but she didn’t want the feeling to end. But she sensed he was hanging on by a thread of control already and didn’t want to push him beyond what he was capable of enduring. “Let’s go back into the water.”

“Yes. Good idea,” he replied and took her hand in his but he didn’t move for a long moment. “Give me a moment to get my body under control,” he explained when she raised questioning eyes to him, asking without words why they weren’t walking towards the shoreline.

The six of them all seemed to have come to the same idea of going back into the water for one last trip with the fish. They spent only an hour in the underwater world before climbing back into the boat launch and heading back to the yacht.

Helen’s heart was beating wildly the whole trip back. The four others were arguing about politics but Helen couldn’t even hear what they were saying. All she could think about was the man sitting beside her, his hand rubbing against her bare shoulder, tingles of awareness and anticipation rippling through her body.

The other two couples disappeared quickly and Dimitri took her hand as they slowly walked down the hallway towards his room. Outside, he stopped and turned her so she was facing him.

“Are you sure about this? I don’t want to pressure you into something too soon. I don’t want you to regret anything we share together.”

She looked up at him and her heart swelled with the love she was feeling for him. She kept the words deep inside, knowing that he wouldn’t want to hear those feelings. This wasn’t about love. It was about attraction. She understood that. She also knew it could be nothing more than that. At least on his part.

“Yes. I’m sure,” she replied.

He tangled his fingers with hers and smiled, his eyes lighting with the fire she’d seen earlier that day. It sent a tremor down her body but she wasn’t afraid.

“Good.” Without another word, he led her down the hallway to his room, pulling her inside and then closing the door with his foot. As soon as the door was closed, he pulled her into his arms. Helen didn’t hesitate. She was so hungry for him she immediately wrapped her arms around his, her body aching for his touch and exploration.

She groaned when she felt his hand on her breast, gasping at the heated touch. She felt his fingers against her neck but didn’t realize that he was untying the strings of her bathing suit. She didn’t care either. She just wanted to feel more and to find out what came next. She trusted him completely, knowing he wouldn’t hurt her.

Dimitri tossed the bathing suit top to the floor and pulled back slightly to look at her. Helen looked into his eyes, wondering if he would be disappointed but the fire claiming him only intensified and she felt proud for the first time of her breasts. “Please don’t stop,” she whispered, unable to raise her voice louder with all the emotions and feelings storming inside her.

His mouth moved from her lips to her ear lobe, his hand tangling in her hair to pull her head back and give him better access. She shivered when his mouth closed over a sensitive spot and his teeth nibbled. She couldn’t hold back the sounds and her hands wanted to touch him everywhere but his free hand held hers behind her back.

“Please Dimitri, I’d like to touch you as well,” she said, then gasped when his mouth moved to her other ear lobe.

“You can’t,” he groaned into her mouth before capturing her lips in another mind-searing kiss.

“Why?” she asked when he lifted his head and she found herself beside his bed, not sure how she got there.

“Because I’ve wanted you for so long, I don’t think I’ll make it to the end of this satisfactorily if you touch me.”

So she couldn’t argue with him, he covered her mouth again, distracting her while he pulled her bikini bottoms off, then tossed his own bathing suit to the side. When they were completely naked, he lifted her gently into his arms and laid her down against the bed covers, his eyes taking in her glory. “You’re beautiful,” he said, his voice husky.

Helen couldn’t take his intense gaze for too long before her hands reached up and tried to cover herself.

“Don’t do that,” he said softly, holding her hands by her side. “Let me look at you. I’ve imagined you this way so many times I can’t believe I finally have you here,” he said, then slowly, ever so slowly, he lowered his head to her breast, his hot mouth covering the peak.

The heat that shot through her body lifted her back off the bed. And when he used his teeth, delicately scraping the sensitive flesh, her body curled up and around him, then stretched out to feel more, desperate for more.

“Dimitri!” she cried out. In response, his other hand covered her breast, his fingers teasing her nipple to painful pleasure before his mouth moved over to taste that one as well.

Helen’s head moved back and forth against the bed, her eyes closed and her breathing ragged. She felt his hand against her waist, then dip lower and her body instinctively opened for him. She didn’t shy away from his touch, his fingers gently moving against her thigh and she sighed happily when he moved closer to the core of her being, knowing that he could somehow put out the flames and give her some relief.

Her hands braced against his shoulders but when she felt his fingers slide into her hidden depths, her nails dug into his muscles and she arched against him. “Relax, Helen,” he coaxed, his eyes never leaving her face as he watched her enjoyment, reading each moment to find out how to pleasure her more.

“Can’t relax. What are you doing?” She wanted to pull his hands away and one of hers came down and wrapped around his wrist, but when his thumb flicked against the sensitive nubbin, she gasped and only held on more tightly. “You have to stop this. I can’t take much more,” she said, inhaling sharply when his fingers slowed. “Don’t stop!” she almost screamed.

His fingers moved gently and soon, she was exploding into a thousand tiny pieces of electricity. She had no idea how long or what happened, but when she could breathe again, her body sagged against the bed, completely sated.

She felt him nuzzling her neck, his teeth nipping her shoulder but she didn’t want to move. “That was wonderful,” she said, her arms slowly moving up to his shoulders as she took a deep breath. “Thank you.”

Dimitri chuckled deeply. “It isn’t over yet,” he said. His mouth covered hers once again and she turned to kiss him more completely. With that small movement, his body covered hers and the kiss deepened, he took control and pulled her against him. His mouth was relentless and he knew the exact moment her body reached the previous point of desire and he capitalized on that feeling, his mouth moving down her body to capture her nipple again.

Helen cried out and grabbed the sides of his head, not sure if she was trying to pull him away or hold him there, the pleasure too intense for any kind of judgment.

He moved over her, his leg pushing both of hers apart. He looked down into her face that was flushed with passion, her eyes opened when she felt the tension in his body and she looked up at him. “Helen, this is your first time, isn’t it?” he asked, his voice strangled as if he were in great pain.

She wanted to lie. She wished she could tell him something sophisticated and witty at this moment. But he would know the truth as soon as he moved. Besides, she just couldn’t lie to this man.

She could see the muscles straining on his shoulders and arms and the sweat on his brow. In response to his question, she reached up to his shoulders, wrapped her legs around his waist and nodded her head. Her lips stuck out slightly and her body braced for the pain that was sure to come. He reached down and put the condom on that had been next to them and Helen thought she should also tell him that the protection was unnecessary, but she didn’t want to open herself up to that kind of questions, wanting to keep this experience as perfect as possible.

When she felt him against her body, she tensed but there wasn’t any pain. It was smooth and gentle and she could feel his own body tensing but he eased into her slowly, gently, ever so carefully. When her body stretched, allowing his tender invasion, her eyes widened, amazed at how wonderful he felt. It was as if everything were complete. She wanted more of him and his slow entry started to frustrate her. She arched upwards, giving him silent permission to continue.

She felt a small pop before he buried himself into her fully and nothing could make this moment more precious to her. She closed her eyes against the love she was feeling for this man and a tear slipped out. When she felt his finger against her cheek, she opened her eyes to look at him, startled by the tender expression in his eyes. “Did I hurt you? I’m sorry Helen. I tried to go slowly, to make it painless but…”

She covered his mouth with her fingers and smiled at him. “It didn’t hurt,” she explained. Then her fingers moved from his mouth, to his shoulder, then down his arm, reveling in the strength of his body.

She felt his breath release and then his body move against her. The friction was unlike anything she’d ever thought possible and her eyes widened. When he moved again, her body arched against his, experimenting with the new feelings. As he slowly started to increase the pace, Helen stopped thinking and cried out as wave after wave of pleasure coursed through her body. Her legs clasped his waist harder and when she didn’t think she could take anymore, she fell over the edge, her body splintering apart once again. She was unaware of anything, of the ship moving against the water, or even Dimitri moving inside her. All she could understand was the intense, blinding pleasure that she was experiencing.

It took several long minutes before she realized what was happening. She could feel her heartbeat slow but the rest of the world was slow to come back into focus. Eventually, she felt Dimitri’s mouth against her shoulder, the rumpled sheets under her legs.

She smiled slowly and sighed happily.

Dimitri chuckled but didn’t lift his head from her shoulder. “I’ll take that to mean that you enjoyed the experience?”

Helen nodded and stretched.

Groaning, Dimitri rolled over so she was stretched out on top of him. “Doing that will only get you more of the same,” he stated plainly, his hand smoothing along her skin from her back down to her bottom, resting there temptingly.