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“What…does…it mean?”
A quake starts in my knees. The need to move grows. I rest my head against his chest.
“It means husband.” Aris slips a finger inside me.
My walls clutch at him as he withdraws and plunges his digit into me. A moan creeps up my throat, but biting my lip allows me to hold it in. An ache builds in my neglected breasts.
“What do you need?” Aris brushes his mouth against my cheek.
“My breasts,” I gasp, the sound almost inaudible beneath the weight of my desire. “They ache. Please…”
Aris unbuttons my shirt and brushes his finger against my straining nipple. The friction from my cotton bra heightens the sensation. Zings travel through my body electrifying my skin.
I thrash my head against his chest. “More, I need more.” My demand comes as the man closes his hand around the woman’s throat and increases his thrusts.
I free one of Aris’ thighs to blindly search for his dick. When I brush against him, Aris hisses.
“Do you want to feel me?”
Too far gone to care or use my voice, I nod.
He momentarily shifts his attention from my breasts to free himself. Before I miss his touch, he returns. This time, he drags both cups down with one hand to touch me unobstructed. He cups my breast, his hold engulfing the orb.
I’m a bottom-heavy woman and used to lament not having bigger breasts. But at this moment, Aris’ attentiveness obliterates the thought. In its place is the knowledge that Aris desires me the way I am.
Desire rages unrestrained inside me. Desire and the urge to share in this feeling. Despite the awkward angle, I grab his shaft and tug him. Velvety skin enhances his underlying steel.
“Yes, just the way I like it!”
His praise exposes my long-buried competitiveness. I’m close, but I don’t want to come by myself. As if he’s read my intentions, Aris doubles his efforts.
“Tell me, agapiméni mou, are you a screamer?”
I try multiple times to answer him, but between the visual stimulation from the loud couple and everything Aris is doing to me, I can’t get enough air in my lungs to respond.
Unable to fight the urge to hold out any longer, I come. My body shakes uncontrollably. Aris wraps his arm around my waist to hold me upright as my orgasm barrels through me. My mind blanks and my hearing dims. The only indication I have that Aris came is the warm fluid coating my hand.
I slump into his welcoming arms to the sound of the other couple reaching their end. With a final pat to my pussy, Aris extracts his fingers. I follow the movement of his hand as he raises it to his lips. A look of sweet decadence overcomes him.
“God, how I’ve missed your taste. You’re more amazing than I could have hoped for.” Aris twists my face up to his and kisses me, feeding me our combined flavors.
I can’t get enough of him, choosing to kiss him and sacrifice what little air remains in my lungs. The need for air becomes necessary as my vision dims and I slump against Aris.
“Agapiméni mou? Agapiméni mou? Aniyah!” Aris’ screams, but his voice sounds as if he’s at the far end of a tunnel.
I hear my name fading as darkness engulfs me.
CHAPTER EIGHT
I wake up in a second bed in as many days. I blink up at the lazy circling blades of the ceiling fan. A weight shifts beside me.
“You’re awake, thank God!” Aris grabs my hands and kisses my knuckles. Dark circles line his bloodshot eyes. “Never scare me like that again.”
“I’m sorry, I guess I got carried away.” A yawn slips out as I move to get up.
Aris wraps his arm around me and helps me rest against the headboard beside him.
“Jet lag is a bitch.” I snicker.
