CHAPTER 12
Jackie
Day 7 of 10 in Greece
Nick slides the key into the lock and opens the door to our room.
This day has been absolutely incredible and I can’t wait to see what the night has in store.
We took the fifty-minute flight from Athens to Santorini this morning. We’ve spent the entire day exploring the island. When we arrived we left our bags at the reception. We didn’t even properly check in because we didn’t want to waste a single minute of our ‘one week anniversary’ as we’re calling it for fun.
We finished dinner about three hours ago. I’m usually not much of a fish person, but when it’s fresh caught and prepared the way it was tonight I might be a new convert. And of course there was plenty of dessert and also a bottle of wine.
Over the last week I’ve come to understand Nick’s business. He’s a wine and olive oil representative who often visits different parts of the world in order to export the flavors of Greece. The olive oil made sense. The wine I had no idea. It seemed like a strange combination at first, but when he explained it to me it made a lot of sense. Plus a lot of the big hotel chains he services need both products so he’s happy to double the business.
And business is good from what I’ve seen. Almost too good. He started his own business last year and is handling everything himself…the travel, the calls, the paperwork, the hotel bookings, the meetings with suppliers, the meetings with the buyers. It seems like he’s got a lot on his plate and could definitely use a hand.
But tonight I want those hands all over me.
We enter the room, but don’t turn on the lights…we don’t need to.
There are candles throughout the room providing just enough light to see the rose petals which are strewn out across the bed and floor. It’s absolute romance overload.
He takes my hand and walks me over to the window. We look out across the moonlit Aegean Sea as the ocean breeze tickles our shoulders and provides the perfect compliment to the lightly scented candles.
I turn and look up at him. “Why are you doing all of this?”
He looks down at me and smiles before placing his thumb on my cheek and moving back a locket of hair. “I’ve been very fortunate in life but have also been working very hard. Now I want to enjoy life more.”
“But why me? Why with me?”
“It’s not just for you. It’s for us. Everything I have means nothing if the joy of building my business doesn’t bring joy to my life and those in it.”
“But there are so many women you could choose.”
“There are so many women I could choose, yes. But there’s only one woman who was chosen for me. Only one woman I want and want to enjoy these moments with. Only one woman who Sophia has grown very fond of and speaks about every day. Only one woman who can be an angel all day, but know when to be a devil at night.”
I smile. He certainly has brought out a wild side of me I didn’t even know I had.
“But tonight there will be no devil. Tonight we will take our time and enjoy each other.”
He runs his hands over my collarbone and hooks his finger underneath my spaghetti strap.
“And tonight starts now,” he says.
Nick’s other hand comes up to my other shoulder and slides off the other strap causing my dress to fall to the floor. I’m completely nude standing in the moonlight. I never knew I could feel so beautiful.
Nick takes a step back and slowly undresses, never removing his eyes from mine. He takes his time, absolutely without a care in the world and definitely not in a rush.
After he removes his last piece of clothing he moves in closer to me and runs his finger back over my cheek. I can only imagine how we look from the other side of the doorway. We’re like the perfect couple in silhouette with the Greek architecture behind us which opens out in the night and the sea.
He doesn’t kiss me though, he just looks at me. Just takes me in.
“What?” I say.
“Your beauty. It’s captivating.”
“No,” I say.
“Yes. Especially in this light. Your skin is already soft but this light reflecting off the sea gives it a one-of-a-kind blue glow which I’ve never seen before. You are absolutely breathtaking.”
And I am absolutely blown away by his words. I don’t know if he’s learned to talk like this from the poetry that is the Greek literature which he reads but I sure hope he keeps it coming.
But he goes even one step beyond. He runs his fingers softly back over my collarbone in complete silence. I watch as his eyes follow his fingers down and back, this time crossing over the tops of my shoulders and then reversing their path and continuing down my arm. When he reaches my palm he takes my hand in his and with his other he scoops me up off the floor carrying me to the bed.
Normally at this point my heart is racing with anticipation but for some reason tonight I’m completely calm. There’s no rush. There’s no possibility of waking anyone. There will be no sex. This will be the ultimate expression of our time together and how we feel about each other. I’m scared to say it, and I know we’ve already done it this past week, but this will be different…this will be the ultimate in making love.
He lays me down gently on the bed and then lies down next to me. For what seems like an hour he just runs his hands over my body…all of it. I feel the heat, the chills, the shivers, goose bumps. Going at such a slow speed really allows me to experience things I didn’t even know were possible. I never realized how erogenous the back of the knee could be for example, or how a light brush of the back of the hand across the pelvis could cause my pussy to quiver ever so slightly.
It’s like an exercise in better understanding myself, and understanding just how deep what the two of us has goes.
I watch as he stays erect for the entire time, wondering just how such a feat is even possible. How can he obviously desire me but show restraint at the same time…and for such a long period of time?
But eventually the time is right and he slides over on top of me, mounting me.
But he surprises me with soft kisses on my shoulders and neck and then gentle romantic kisses on my lips. If it were anyone but him it would be hard to imagine someone so big and strong would be capable of being so gentle and tender…but that’s exactly what he is. He is everything.
And as minutes turn into what seems like another hour he is everything I want. I want to feel him inside of me, but I dare not ask. It’s better just to relax and let him be in charge. He’s obviously pleasing me beyond belief so why should I start with the requests now?
But I don’t need to. He reads me like an open book, and his lips gently come off mine as he leans back on his shins and looks down at me from above.
He slides his pelvis in closer to mine and lines the head of his cock up with my opening before very calmly and slowly entering me. I’m beyond wet and my body has had a week to warm up to his size so he slides right in.
He leans forward and begins kissing me again as his hips move in rhythm as he slowly enters and exits me. At first he always leave the head inside, but then begins to remove it with each pull back only to reinsert the head which only heightens my experience, and I’m sure his as well.
He doesn’t increase his speed though, just keeps it nice and slow delaying ultimate gratification.
But as his lips touch mine and enters me in rhythm at some point my mind drifts off and a sense of euphoria rises up from within me. And at that point there’s nothing I can do but to let my body take over.
I feel my orgasm begin and I try my best to just relax into it and let it happen. I’ve never climaxed in a way that felt so personal, so relaxing, and so connecting. And now I get all three at once.
And just as I finish I feel his own climax enter me and a wave of heat come over me. I don’t move, I just feel. Feel from within.
It’s like our two souls have connected and as much as it scares me to say it…they’re now connected forever.