Another moment, and they were inside, alone.
Another moment, and they were on each other.
Their mouths fused as they hurriedly tore each other’s clothes off. When they were both naked, Stavros half-carried, half-pushed her to the bed, managing to get her under him without breaking the kiss. He began to fondle her, taking his time massaging her breasts, kneading the pale, sweet, succulent flesh until their heavy, swollen feel made her moan against his mouth.
Releasing her mouth to let her breathe, Stavros devoted his attention to her breasts next. One by one, he kissed them, licking the tip over and over until it stood stiff and proud, a puckering rose that begged to be devoured. And devour he did, laving it with his tongue, sucking on it until Willow started to beg for relief. Not listening to her, he instead moved to her other breast, torturing and pleasing it in the same way. It had Willow arching against him, almost pushing him off the bed at the sudden jerk of her body.
She gripped his hair with both hands and pulled him off her breasts. “STAVROS, PLEASE!” When he looked at her, she begged him, “Fuck me.”
Stavros laughed hoarsely. “Demanding as ever.” But even now, he couldn’t resist the way she pled so beautifully, and nudging her thighs apart, he gave her what they both wanted.
His cock in her sex.
She sobbed the moment he entered her, and her cries became louder with each thrust. “Stavros, Stavros.” She chanted his name over and over, tears falling from her eyes just because she thought she would never be able to say his name again this way. Clutching his muscular buttocks for anchor, she lifted her hips up to meet his downward thrust, causing his cock to drive so deep into her pussy she started seeing stars.
The way she cried out his name drove him wild. There was so much need in it, so much fucking emotions that it tempted him to think the impossible. Gritting his teeth, he pushed all thoughts of feelings aside and concentrated on what he had.
Her obsession with his body, and her addiction to how he made love.
He could keep her in line, could make sure she stayed in his life for good, as long as he gave her good sex. With that thought foremost in his mind, Stavros sought to prolong their lovemaking. He controlled the urge to come ruthlessly, focusing all his efforts instead on making her shatter over and over.
Inserting his hand between their bodies, he began to play with her little nub of pleasure, and soon, the signs were there. Her breathing punctuated by short gasps, her eyes dilating, her toes curling, her muscles flexing then squeezing his cock tight—
“Willow.”
It was as if she was only waiting for him to say her name, and when he did, she came with a scream. Her body buckled and rocked against his as she discharged creamy come out of her. The sticky warmth made him shudder, triggering his own release, and he came with a roar. Plunging into her sticky wet warmth again and again, he didn’t stop thrusting until he was completely spent, his cock drained dry of cum.
When it was over, he lay on his back and she rolled to his side, her body curled under his arm.
The room was dark, but both their eyes were open.
She touched his chest. I love—
Stavros suddenly sat up. “I should go.”
Her hand fell away. “W-what’s the hurry?”
“Business.” It was a lie, and they both knew it.
After a momentary pause, she said, “I understand.” That was also a lie, and they both knew it.
Switching the bedside lamp on, Stavros began to dress himself. When he was done, he hesitated by the door.
She forced a smile. “Fuck you tomorrow.”
Stavros visibly relaxed. “Count on it.”
When he was gone, she took her phone out of the drawer and called her dad. It rang and rang until voice mail picked it up. Her father’s voice came on the line, William explaining he was away for business and that he would call back as soon as possible.
She ended the call without leaving a message.
Her father had been out of town for almost a week, and he hadn’t even thought of telling her. Willow knew most people would be mad about it, but she just couldn’t. William Somerset would never be a perfect father, but at least he was trying his best.
After a moment’s hesitation, she dialed again. This time, her call went through and a second later, she heard Charmaine on the other end of the line. “Hello?”
“Mom, it’s—” But there was no point talking.
Charmaine screamed for fifteen minutes straight, hurling one insult after another at the daughter who had ruined her life so selfishly. But strangely, just listening to Charmaine rant and rave was...comforting.
At least she still had Charmaine in her life.
When her mother’s voice finally died down, probably due to sheer exhaustion, Willow’s own voice caught as she said, “Love you, Mom.” Tears stung her eyes as she said the words. God, oh God, who knew how much pleasure could be derived from simply saying the words?