Page 18 of One Weekend in Greece

His tongue goes back to working me into a frenzy. His lips enclose my clit, and his fingers gently slide inside me. My whole body starts to vibrate with pleasure.

“Jak… ob.” I could barely even get his name out. Maybe it’s best if I don’t talk. I can’t form words.

My eyes roll into the back of my head as I spasm from his mouth. Jakob laps between my slit a few more times before his handsome face appears in front of mine. He looks completely relaxed, meanwhile, my breathing is ragged and I’m slightly disoriented.

“Catch your breath. I have more for you, baby.”

“There’s more?”

He stands, and for once, his signature curt nod doesn’t irritate me. I raise up on my elbows so I can watch him remove his shirt, and then he undoes his shorts and slides them down. Jakob walks over to his wallet to retrieve a condom. The whole time, I admire the globes of his ass and how he’s perfectly comfortable parading around nude. Then again, he just licked sea salt off my pussy. I’d say that takes us to a new comfort level.

Once he’s sheathed in his condom, he teases my entrance with the head of his penis, rubbing along the wetness caused by his mouth. It feels euphoric yet painful at the same time. I love what he’s doing, but my body is begging for more. Slowly, he lines himself up and goes in the slightest bit.

“You like that?” Jakob asks.

“Yes. So much that I’d like more.”

His eyes are lidded in pleasure as he tsks. “Are you being greedy?”

“Maybe,” I whine. “Now fuck me, Jakob.”

My words trigger something inside him—all playfulness is gone. Jakob finds my entrance and thrusts deep inside, filling me completely. He stills as my body stretches around him.

“Yes,” I moan.

He grips my hips and begins retreating and pushing back into me. I don’t want to think it, but he’s making me feel like he’s as desperate for me as I am for him. This could be a mistake, but there’s no doubt in my mind that it’s one worth making—and repeating.

Jakob leans over me, kissing my neck and moving up to my hungry lips. It’s exhilarating. Our bodies fit so perfectly together. He’s inside me and on top of me, but I can’t get him close enough. I wrap my arms around him and pull him tighter against me. He takes the kiss deeper, our tongues tangling. I feel him everywhere, yet it’s not enough.

He takes us over the edge. My body feels as though it’s been split in two in the best way. Jakob can’t seem to get deep enough, but then he stills. Both of our bodies tremble as we feel the aftershocks of our orgasm, and we both have a sheen of sweat coating us. He pulls back to look at me, and I’m relieved to see there’s no regret in his eyes. It’s something I’ve never seen before except when he looks at Dafni. There’s a tenderness in his expression.

“Jakob! Honey!” His mother’s voice is like a douse of cold water.

Jakob’s eyes widen, and he jumps away from me like he’s been electrocuted.

“Wait here,” he hisses. He grabs his shorts and hurries to the door.

I’m left feeling hurt. I get that he doesn’t want us to get caught, but his abrupt exit after what we shared casts a coldness in the room.

eleven

JAKOB

Irealized my mistake instantly. Regret immediately takes hold, but there’s nothing I can do at this point except try to make it right. I panicked. Fear gripped me and made me act on impulse, but the way I simply walked away from Nicole without a backward glance or a kind parting word was horrible.

At the time, all I could think was that if my mother was coming, Dafni might be with her. The idea of my daughter walking in on me naked and in an intimate setting had me out of my mind. The door was locked, but I behaved like a teenager getting caught with a girl in his room. It wasn’t my finest moment. I don’t want to be that guy, especially with her. She’s not like the other women I’ve been with.

I keep Dafni occupied while everyone takes turns in the shower. Vivian and Mamá offer to take her with them to finalize baptism details, and the guys head out for drinks, leaving only Nicole and I. They probably planned that, but I’m grateful for the opportunity to apologize.

Nicole has her change of clothes clutched to her chest, about to enter the bathroom, when I call out her name.

“I was wanting to apologize for earlier.”

She turns to face me. “For which part?”

My legs eat up the space between us. “Certainly not all of it. The way I ran off like a scared rabbit. Listen, I panicked that Dafni was going to barge in and find us nude.”

“That’s fair.”

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