My Greek had become really good, with the help of the owner of the restaurant, who I had known for the last three years. He had stopped by our table several times, amazed that I had brought someone with me. I had tried to adjust myself several times. By the time I got it, so it was not visible over my thin summer shirt, the owner had caught me, and smirked. He had understood my predicament, the man had still chased his wife of thirty years around the restaurant.
Once we got home I buried myself in her all night and into the next morning.
Chapter 13: Rick
During the next two days we were out seeing the sights, I took her to the Parthenon, and to various other historical sites in Athens. We had been so busy sightseeing that we never had gone shopping for her swimsuit. Which I didn’t tell her, wasn’t going to happen. There was no reason unless we were going to a real beach and hell if I was going to let her walk around looking sexy as hell in front of these Greeks. I already caught a couple of pricks looking at my woman. The marker idea wasn’t sounding too bad right now. When I told her she just laughed at me telling me I was silly. Pretty soon that ring was going to be on her finger then, maybe I will have some peace of mind.
The next morning I woke her up to kisses all over her body. Spreading her legs, I made it my mission to give my Samantha her first present of the day. I could feel her wake, just as I licked her thigh. She tensed briefly, lifted her head, smiled wickedly, and threw herself back on the pillow with a giggle. I smiled into her pussy as I ate at her sweet center. Licking her folds and opening her up, I took my time tasting every last bit of her pussy. I started to feel her spasm, with her leg twitching, so I made my ascent and claimed my Red again. She was still vibrating and pulsing when I entered her and choking my cock with her tight heat. It wasn’t long until we were both reaching the little death. I came with such intensity that I thought I would pass out and my Sam looked completely ravaged and beat from my sensual assault.
After we cleaned up, and had a light breakfast, we took a walk to enjoy the view of vast landscape of Greece. We had reached shore and I turned to the woman who with one look had taken my heart and soul hostage, and asked the question I need ask.
“Samantha, I knew the moment we met that you were going to mean something special to me. It was mid-glare and mid-cut that I knew what that was. Fate had stuck me down, in my prime, at the hands of a fiery redheaded, green-eyed angry beauty. You made me feel things I didn’t know I could, with just a glance. I need you, and I love you. Will you marry me?”
She just looked at me, eyes wide, and I was looking for the floor to open up and swallowing me up.
“Just for the record, I think we are moving too fast.” That was not the answer I wanted. It was the answer I should have expected, but sure as hell didn’t want. I opened my mouth to say something, then closed it again, opened it, closed it and opened it again. I watched as the love of my life, smiled, and closed my mouth this time sealing it with a peck and whispering, “I am in love with you, too. Yes, I will marry you.”
“Well, just so you know, I wasn’t planning to take no for an answer.” I said happily as I slipped on the ring I had personally selected at Daley’s shop. It was a two carat ruby, brighter than her hair, flanked on each side with one carat diamonds on a white gold band, engraved with “Forever My Red”.
She started crying and talking at the same time, a feat I found interesting. All I could make out was, “It’s so beautiful.”
I took my fiancé on a nighttime cruise aboard a friend’s yacht, and surprised her with a few little trinkets. “I thought you said these were for your mom and Claire. Fibber.” She smiled at me and man was that a sight. The candlelight illuminated her face, highlighting her eyes, combined with the Aegean as a back drop, perfection. I was glad that we had not docked too far from shore. The moment I got her home, I loved her deeply all night long.
We had spent the last two nights making love for hours. By the time we had finally fallen asleep the sun was just about to rise. The last morning before we were going to head back home. We hardly slept at all. I woke to my woman trying to ride my morning wood. She was trying to be slick, but she didn’t have enough practice. She could feel me laughing. Red looked down at me with her wavy curls falling over her face and a little cute pout. I thought that shit was, so fucking cute. The next shit she said though, I didn’t find any of that shit funny, I was pissed and full of jealousy.
“Don’t laugh at me. I am sorry I don’t have the experience yet to master this. I can always go out and get some more experience, then come back and try again.”