‘It was much worse when I first did it. There was blood everywhere.’
‘Clumsy girl.’
She noticed that twitch in the corners of his mouth, and wondered.
‘Okay, now tell me aboutthatmonstrosity.’
This time, he put a finger on her thigh, where a large, red mosquito bite seemed to glare at them angrily.
‘You’ve been scratching it, haven’t you?’ He was frowning, pretending to be annoyed, but his mouth twitched again. ‘You’ve made a right mess. I’ve told you before to leave your bites alone, otherwise I’ll have to put you in mittens.’
She almost laughed but decided to play innocent instead, pulling a sulky face.
‘I can’t help itching,’ she whined. ‘Mosquitoes seem to love me. I think I must be allergic because the bites literally drive me mad. I have to hack at them. I don’t even know I’m doing it. I probably do it in my sleep. At least the itching stops when they bleed, otherwise I’d go crazy.’
‘Haven’t you heard of anti-itch cream?’
‘Yes, but I can never find it when I need it.’
‘Hm.’ He glanced at her reproachfully. ‘I bet I’ll find another dreadful wound up here.’
This time, he lifted the hem of her shorts, leaned over and peered inside, at the same time sliding his hand up her inner thigh, right to the top.
A giggle bubbled in her throat. ‘Oh!’ she cried, acting shocked, but she didn’t try to make him stop.
Before long, his inquisitive fingers started to explore inside her knickers, making her wriggle with desire. Then he moved even closer, leaning forwards and pressing his mouth hard on hers, his tongue searching out her own.
His breath smelled sweet and nutty and he tasted slightly of salt. In and out went his tongue, giving teasing little flicks with the very tip that made her giddy.
The tingle between her legs turned to a burning throb that almost hurt, it was so powerful. She opened her legs wider, instinctively pushing up with her hips and squirming with pleasure.
She was imagining his hard, swollen penis and full balls, vulnerable and firm at the same time, his surprisingly silky pubic hair, which was either brown or rust coloured, she could never decide.
Her eyes were closed and she was totally in the moment, held captive by her longing. The world around her went blank and it was as if nothing existed but the two of them and their fierce, fiery lust.
All of a sudden, she became aware again of the faint jingling of bells in the distance and a thought popped into her head: there might be a farmer nearby, or Eleni could have followed them.
‘Wait!’ she said, pushing Al off and glancing nervously left and right. ‘We can’t do it here. Someone might see us!’
‘Only a bunch of old goats,’ he replied, with a wicked grin. ‘I don’t think we need to worry about them.’
She was about to protest further when he gave her a playful shove, making her roll onto her back. Catching her head before it touched the ground, he made his palm into a pillow, while the other hand wandered up her T-shirt and into her bra, then down again, into her white lace knickers.
He was like a starving man, greedy for every last inch of her. She could hear his breathing becoming faster and more urgent, and her own pulse was rushing, too.
Soon, he was pulling down her shorts and slipping off her knickers. He didn’t have a problem; they seemed to slide off as if by themselves.
She heard him undo his flies and pull himself out with a grunt, then he was on top, supporting his weight on one elbow. His pelvis and lower body were pressing down on her, his hard penis pushing into the flesh of her thighs and pubis.
He entered with a mighty thrust which made her gasp and she called out in surprise. Tears pricked her eyes, but they were tears of joy, not sorrow. She’d forgotten how good he felt and realised how much she’d missed him.
He came quickly, in just a few, fevered moments, but she didn’t mind. They’d have time enough for slow, leisurely lovemaking later, or tomorrow.
‘Mmm! That was delicious,’ Stella said with a sigh, feeling warmth spread through her body, like melting chocolate.
Grinning with satisfaction, he kissed her on the forehead before rolling onto his back, spent.
Stella crept into his arms and he held her without moving, while his body cooled and his breathing return to normal.
She would have liked to stay there for hours, maybe even wait till he’d recovered and was ready to do it all over again. But she was anxious about being disturbed and forced herself to sit up and dress.
‘You wereverynaughty,’ she said, straightening her waistband, smoothing down her hair and coming over all prim.
The sun was much lower now, and the sky was awash with bold splashes of fuchsia pink, tangerine orange and ruby red.
His eyes glittered and a mischievous smile lit up his features.
‘Excuse me, I thinksomeone elsewas totally up for it, too. Horny as hell! I certainly didn’t hear any complaints.’
