His pace increased. Every thrust pushed me toward the edge of oblivion, but I remained balanced on that thin line of awareness, knowing only infinite ecstasy. I was trapped in a delight so sweet that it blotted out my consciousness of all things save the plunging of Christos’ cock into my core, over and over again, as he planted seeds of pleasure in my center that blossomed inside my pelvis and grew throughout my body. He was the root and I the flower. My wet petals spread wide as our souls were bound together with every intimate stroke.
I clasped his ass with my fingers and whispered into his ear, “harder, Christos, harder.”
He accelerated like a steam engine. Slowly, but so massive, turning and spinning and pounding into me again and again and again.
Hammering, driving, filling me to straining excess.
I floated in clouds of ecstasy as he thundered into me. I was a rainstorm of pleasure quenching his insatiable fire.
He grunted, he groaned, he moaned with his own volcanic release.
“Samantha,” his words were rugged, rocky with naked desire, “I need you, I need…”
“You have me, Christos, we have each other…”
“Oooh,” he sighed, “it’s too much, it’s too good, it’s never been like this…”
I knew exactly what he was talking about.
Thoughts ceased as my pleasure mingled with his.
His moans blended with my own, our cries combining harmoniously with our sighs.
I was dying as I awoke to overwhelming rhapsody for the first time in my life, and I never wanted it to stop. Christos kept pounding and pounding in and out, each thrust squeezing more and more pleasure into me, filling me up with an impossible amount of intense sensation. I couldn’t handle it, it was too much, I was overwhelmed but I needed more, ever more. I would do anything for more…
“Don’t stop,” I moaned breathily, “don’t ever stop…”
“Never, agapi mou…” thrust, “This is for us,” thrust, “always for us,” thrust, “only for us…” he grunted and moaned, thrusting and thrusting and thrusting.
I was being consumed by love and pleasure in equal measure. While his words healed my heart, his heavy thrusts destroyed my core with sweet fire. I burned with need for more, for all…
For us…
I sobbed, barely able to speak. “I…I’m coming… again… Christos…” Lightning shattered my body with release. Yet another orgasm boomed through my soul as Christos’ body crashed into mine. My tears flowed freely.
I circled my arms around his neck. He leaned down and kissed me passionately, locking us together as he thrust and thrust and thrust. My legs gripped his waist more tightly as my core locked onto him, my entire body begging him not to retreat. My heart didn’t want to let go.
My heart would never let go…
“Ahhh!!!!” he shouted. “Fuck! It’s too much! I can’t stop!”
I didn’t want him to.
My mind spun out of control as another electrical storm took my body into the stratosphere. I had lost all control of my world and I didn’t care.
Christos had taken me. Taken me to a place no one had ever been.
To us…
I was lost inside…
Trapped in a hot, wet, maze of pleasure. A maze I never wanted to leave. My mind was confused at every turn, uncertain which way to go other than inward. So I went deeper into the moment, leaving the world around me behind, seeking the center, seeking the freedom of imprisoning myself inside the infinite pleasure of…
Us…
…for what I prayed would be eternity…
I lost all track of time. I spiraled down into my core, to my center. I found Christos waiting there for me, his eyes ablaze with lust and love and desire for…
Us.
Agápi mou…
I found freedom.
Christos was now bound to me for eternity.
His manhood thrust relentlessly into my soaking womanhood, his arms columned around my head as his eyes drilled into my soul and my legs knotted around his waist. We left the universe behind.
Together.
“I love you, Samantha, I love you!” He cried with total vulnerability, as if he had bared his most precious secrets to me and only me.
“Christos,” I sighed breathlessly, then began mumbling nearly unintelligibly as he pounded himself into me, “oh, Christos, I’m yours, my love is yours, for you, only for you…” I could barely form the words. But I knew he needed them, needed my reassurance and love in that moment. He needed me.
He needed us.
My heart swelled with love and empowerment. I held this man’s heart in my hands and I was determined to protect it forever, and heal all his wounds.
“Oh god,” Christos whispered, “I’m going to come, agápi mou, I’m going to come!!!!”
“Do it, Christos, come inside me. Now. Do it.”
Violent, building, mounting. Growing, swollen, expanding. Contracting, tight, wet ecstasy took us both.
I was afraid he was going to break something, but then he sunk himself into me all the way to the bottom and roared. But he didn’t stop. His body rocked and shook traumatically even though he was all the way in. He was trying to drill deeper and deeper, as if his entire being was rocketing into mine through his manhood.
That sense of completion finally shattered me over the edge and quaked my world.
I screamed release.
I was falling from an infinite height, every cell in my body crying out as the acceleration overtook my mind for the last time, blinding my senses, blanking out my awareness of all things beyond the boundaries of his body and mine.
My soul ignited, and I was gone.
Christos went with me.
We went together.
To us.
Chapter 9
SAMANTHA
We laid together on my bed, cradled in each other’s arms.
“I think I lost my virginity,” I snickered.
“Yep. After that, no one’s ever going to find it,” he chuckled. “So, was your pageant a success?”
“You mean my V-Card pageant?”
“Yeah.”
“The Queen of England has never attended such a sensational soirée.”
As I laid in Christos’ arms, basking in the afterglow of our love-making, my wonderful mood sank into dark waters. Was it a hormonal thing? I didn’t know. Maybe it was normal to worry about losing something great after it came into your life. Either way, I couldn’t explain it. But the feelings were there.
Slowly, my amorphous worry solidified into tangible panic. I knew the sensation well.
Bitch. Slut. Whore…
Not that again.
Emo. Goth. Suicide Watch…
Where was all this coming from? Wasn’t all that crap behind me now? I’d finally come clean to the whole world about Taylor Lamberth. Why was it still bothering me? Was it residual guilt, or something more ominous?
I shivered with sadness and uncertainty.
“Is something wrong, agápi mou?” Christos asked softly.
“I don’t know…” I cried.
Go, you dumb broad…
Christos kissed the top of my head and pulled me more tightly against his warm body. “I’m here, Samantha. You’re safe. Nothing can hurt you. I love you,” he murmured.
“I love you too. But I have this bad feeling like, like nothing has changed since I left D.C. Like I’m still the same lonely girl with no place to turn for love and support.”