Chapter 17
Costa and Tallia didn't emerge from his room for the next two days. After their engagement, they indulged in a lengthy bout of tingling, champagne soaked lovemaking, and then passed the time just lying together and talking. Calamini brought their dinner to them on a tray, and after eating they shared a long, hot bubble bath. Costa gave Tallia a massage, and she returned the favor. They didn't make love again because her body was still tender from the sudden demands being made of her.
The next day was much the same, bouts of lovemaking interspersed with long conversation, and Calamini keeping them from starvation with regular meals left outside the bedroom door. They only left their love nest when night fell, and the house was empty. Stark naked under a bright crescent moon, they wandered hand in hand down to the beach and swam together in the warm water.
After swimming, they lay in the sand and dozed until dawn when they had to race back up to the house, giggling hysterically as they crept around to avoid Gustav. The old man was up well before the sun rose puttering around his garden, and would surely have suffered a coronary if he spotted the two of them streaking around the property.
It was a gratifying idle. But by the third day, Costa was chomping at the bit to get out and have some fun. Frog marching Tallia into the shower, he soaped her up and rinsed her down. Then he toweled her dry and sent her off to her room to dress.
Calamini greeted them with an indulgent smile when they stepped out on the terrace to have breakfast. She seemed to be psychic and had a full spread waiting for them. There was fresh baked bread, jam, omelets, tea, and coffee- the works. Tallia and Costa tucked in enthusiastically.
"What's on the agenda?" Tallia asked between bites. She was almost embarrassed by her lack of motivation. All she seemed to require at the moment was Costa. And perhaps food, she amended as she polished off the last of a divinely fluffy omelet.
"I thought we could take a drive, see something of the island?" he proposed carefully.
Nodding her head resolutely, Tallia didn't hesitate in agreeing, "That would be lovely."
Costa grinned with relief, "We can take the truck. I'll show you the goat farm, and we can pick up some fresh cheese."
"Mmmm… Will you be making peace with the goats now that you've decided to settle down and mend your wicked ways?"
"Wicked ways? I thought it was because of my wicked ways that you were marrying me?" he joked with a devilish lift of a black brow.
"Oh, it is! But only because I expect to have exclusive rights to those wicked ways," she retorted.
"Always," Costa assured her, his eyes warm as he reached over to squeeze her hand. They had already discussed their plans and expectations for their marriage while in his bed. Both were agreed on complete and total monogamy. It was a promise he intended to keep. He didn't think it would be too difficult because his bride-to-be had a way of keeping him on his toes.
"You know, if you like, we can take that sporty black beast of yours out," Tallia suggested casually. She felt the time was ripe for her to get over her fears.
Costa gave her a questioning look, "Are you sure?"
Tallia nodded her head. "Provided I can drive it," she added. She surprised even herself with that request.
"It's a deal!" Costa agreed readily.
"Someone has to show you how it's done," she mocked, "you know, you really are an atrocious driver."
Costa drew himself up indignantly, "That is perhaps the most insulting thing you can ever say to a man," he growled coldly, looking like his old, intimidating self.
"What if I said you're rubbish in bed," Tallia suggested lightly.
A lazy smile swept away all trace of Costa's outrage. "We both know that's a lie," he purred smugly.
Tossing her napkin in his face, Tallia grinned impishly and retorted, "Well, I could still tell people that!"
"You witch!" he hissed, lunging for her. Squealing at the top of her lungs, Tallia went darting from the room with Costa hard on her heels.
Taking turns behind the wheel, they drove around the island several times. Seleni was quite small and Costa's Lamborghini quite fast. At first, Tallia was nervous in the driver’s seat. She could drive a stick; that wasn't the problem. The bucket seat was still uncomfortable with her back problems. Furthermore, the car was so sensitive and powerful that she was scared of sending it flying off the road if she wasn’t careful.
Costa showed some remarkable patience in coaching her along. When she grew too flustered or the road ahead ran along perilous cliffs, they would trade off. But after a few tries, Tallia was flying down the winding road, laughing like a maniac as she put the superb machine through its paces. She laughed all the harder when she saw Costa clutch the edge of his seat with white knuckles.
"Oh, my God, that's so much fun!" she exclaimed when they stopped by a copse of trees for a break.
"Now you see why I built this road," Costa said, falling dramatically onto his hands and knees and pretending to kiss the ground. Pouting, Tallia jumped on his back and he straightened without effort, carrying her to the tall, cool grass under the trees.
"I think it’s time I had my wicked way with you," he growled as he knelt down. Shrugged her off, he sent her tumbling onto a soft carpet of grass. He had been very circumspect for the past two days, making love to her only once a day because she still suffered a lot of discomfort, though she valiantly tried to hide it from him.
They had happily explored other ways to amuse themselves in bed. Costa thoroughly enjoyed teaching Tallia how he liked to be touched and discovering her proclivities, all while gorging himself on her lovely body. Despite her delicacy she was very passionate and eager to learn the physical side of love, which he found highly erotic. Such sweet, stubborn sensuality could not fail to turn him to putty.
"By all means," she agreed, yanking her t-shirt off impatiently so her bare breasts were exposed to his hot gaze. Costa removed his own clothes as an afterthought, his attention fixed on Tallia as she wriggled out of her slim jeans and kicked off her sandals, sending them sailing into a bush.
She never ceased to amaze him. There was absolutely no artifice to her. She said what she thought and did what came naturally. She really was from another world. A lost faerie, he mused while she flopped down in the grass and cooed with pleasure. Apparently it felt good to her because she rolled around, giggling and wriggling with sensual delight like a lusty woodland nymph, her pale body striking against the lush greenery.
Pouncing on her, Costa covered her. Pressing her down into the cool grass, his erection wedged firmly between the pert swells of her bottom. She gasped, twisting beneath him provocatively. She was enjoying the contrast of cold and hot as he rubbed himself over her.
Resting his chest on her back, he pushed the curtain of her silky hair out of his way to nip at her satin smooth shoulders. Tallia turned her face toward him; her violet eyes caught his gaze before they were concealed behind a sweep of long white lashes. Costa took her delicate jaw in one hand and held her still for his kiss. He teased her lips with his tongue before slipping inside her mouth so their tongues could tangle and stroke.
Beneath him Tallia began to tremble. She rolled onto her back and looked up at him with a dazed expression. Her eyes glittered, telling him he was all that she desired, while she ran her hands up over his chest and then down to catch his straining penis.
"Make love to me," she whispered.
Costa did not need to be asked twice. Nudging her legs wide with his knees, he sat back on his heels and watched her guide him to the opening of her body. Her graceful, tapered fingers looked shocking against his much darker skin. His engorged penis was red and brutish, a long, thick truncheon in her delicate hands. She grinned mischievously and stroked him lightly, teasing him and enjoying her power over him when he shuddered and groaned above her, his face drawn into a taut grimace of self-control.
"You will be the death of me," he rasped happily.
She continued to bring the broad head of
his cock down between her thighs, and then proceeded to use him for her own gratification. Sliding the throbbing tip of his penis through the folds of her sex, she stole his breath. He felt, and saw, just how ready she was for him. Then she rubbed him over her clitoris, her eyes narrowing to slits as pleasure gripped her.
Costa groaned, wondering which one of them was enjoying it more. Tallia kept sliding him back and forth between her legs. His cock was soon dripping with her honey, the gleaming wetness trickling down over her fingers. Just watching her was driving him crazy. Yet he didn’t dare interrupt her when she was just discovering her own desires.
She arched her hips off the ground and took him suddenly inside. Her mouth fell open on a soundless cry as he flexed his buttocks and with one powerful push, plunged in almost to the hilt. Wet and slick, Tallia took him with only the slightest hesitation. Her discomfort was fading fast as her body grew accustom to him.
Costa loved how much wilder she became each time they made love. As the pain receded and she began to enjoy herself completely, so did her inhibitions. She was deliciously small and tight around him, sorely testing his restraint. He liked watching her squirm too much though, to rush something so good as their lovemaking.
Splaying a hand across her belly, so he could feel her muscles pull taut, he stroked smoothly in and out. Tallia thrashed on the grass, her snug sheath clinging and quivering all around him. Costa lifted one of her long legs onto his shoulder. She arched her back higher and cried out in amazement as he penetrated deeper, touched the mouth of her womb with each hard, controlled thrust.
Grinning, he took her toes in his mouth, sucking and licking. Tallia let out a startled scream as her hips jerked in reaction and slammed up against his to impale her fully on his straining shaft. She screamed again at the intense pleasure and bucked frantically beneath him.
"Oh God," she sobbed as she shuddered and panted for breath, in the grip of powerful aftershocks from her orgasm. She parted her teary wet lashes to stare up at him in disbelief.
Costa chuckled richly and eased her leg onto the ground. He withdrew from her softly convulsing sheath and flipped her gently onto her belly. Tallia gasped, but she was too spent to react and too wet to feel anything but pleasure when he straddled her hips and slipped his penis between her legs to fill her yet again.
She shrieked into the grass and her fingers dug into the moist earth as the pleasure started to lift her up on another tidal wave of ecstasy. Costa’s hands squeezed her gorgeous derrière, and he grunted at the sweet friction as he buried himself inside her over and over again. He could feel Tallia's body grow pliant and utterly receptive as the last of her resistance was overcome, and pounded into her mercilessly for a few breathless minutes.
Gripping her hips in his hands and pulling her up onto her knees, he buried himself completely inside of her with a lengthy groan of satisfaction. Tallia tossed her head and moaned loudly as she took him without any pain for the first time. Costa held her steady, wrapping his fingers tight around her softly rounded hips to give her as much support as possible. In this position he could see the white surgical scars across her spine, but her impassioned cries told him she felt no discomfort.
Finally he let go and drove into her to a furious rhythm. His head fell back on his shoulders and his back arched, throwing his hips into each hammering stroke of his cock. Beneath him Tallia shook violently, her cries rising in a breathless crescendo until she was screaming again, pushing her hips back to meet his powerful thrusts in the wildest mating imaginable. She made a sound like an eagle soaring into the sun and came as Costa bucked against her with a joyful shout.
Utterly spent, Costa collapsed onto his side. He held Tallia against him to savor the feel of her in his arms. They were both soaked with sweat, and the wind brushed over them like a cool, soothing caress.
Costa looked down over the top of Tallia’s head and saw that both of them had their hands splayed across her soft belly. The pink diamond twinkled brilliantly on Tallia's ring finger. His penis twitched inside of her as he felt a possessive thrill at the sight of his ring on her finger. It occurred to him then that if they continued as they were they would very quickly make a baby.
Tallia seemed to read his mind and asked softly, "Would you mind if we had a baby?"
"Mind?" he said, "I want children Agapate, our children."
His response seemed to please her because she snuggled closer and sighed gently. "Yes, I want them too… but maybe not just yet," she hedged.
Kissing the top of her head, he felt a drowsy grin cross his face. "Agreed," he said, thinking that he didn't want to give up this intimacy just yet, not just the sex- though it was certainly amazing- but the delight of focusing entirely on each other to the exclusion of everything else.
Soon he would have to get back to work, but Costa shoved that thought aside, in no mood to let business intrude on their time together. He wanted to wallow in the pleasure of being with Tallia for a while longer, and savor the joy of finding love. He had never thought it a remote possibility that he would ever succumb to that mysterious emotion; much less find a woman who made the feeling come so easily to him.
"I want girls," he said, admitting to a sentiment he knew most Greek men would not share, "and I want them to be just like you."
Tallia laughed in surprise, "I'm sorry to burst your bubble," she told him in a teasing tone of voice, "but that's not likely to happen, genetics and all."
He laughed too, "They don't have to look like you," he retorted. "I want them to be like you, on the inside," he explained, putting a hand over her heart.
"Costa," she whispered in a voice that shook with emotion.
She tipped her head up, and he kissed her lips softly.
They must have dozed off because the next thing Costa knew he was being lured back to consciousness by the most exquisite sensation. He moaned softly, feeling as if he was adrift in a hot bath and someone was washing him with a velvet sponge.
When he recalled his surroundings, he opened his eyes and his breath caught at the sight of Tallia bent over him with her mouth on him. He groaned when she lifted her head and he could see her little pink tongue slide over the tip of his cock. Her small hands were curled around his shaft, and he watched as she smoothed one down the thick base of his penis to cup his testicles in her palm and squeeze them gently.
Not about to disturb her, as she seemed blissfully absorbed in what she was doing to him, he stretched out. Folding his hands behind his head, he was content just to watch. They had explored one another in his bed over the past two days, but he had to admit he was impressed at what a quick study Tallia was. She loved to torment him with that soft, clever mouth of hers. When she sucked on him hungrily and drew his straining length deep into her mouth, he had to warn her that she was playing with fire.
"Agapate, I'm only human," he husked, his big body shaking as she teased him with her tongue. Her thick lashes swept up and she gave him the most wicked look imaginable, with those incongruously innocent, flower colored eyes of hers. Then lifted her head and licked her swollen lips.
"Don't you want to cum?" she asked provocatively.
Costa groaned breathlessly, and his body jerked when she dropped a little kiss on the head of his cock, her lips pouty and wet. "Inside," he growled. Reaching down to tangle his fingers in her hair, he drew her away from his quivering flesh before she could push him beyond the point of no return.
Tallia made an exaggerated, sullen moue of her lips and eyed his cock with regret. She pressed her lips to his stomach, making his skin twitch and pull taut with excitement. Kissing her way up his body, she stopped to torture his nipples. Costa lost his patience and yanked her roughly up to take her mouth with his.
"Ow," she muttered against his lips. She was clearly in a fractious mood as she turned her head left and then right to avoid his kiss.
"Theos, you're driving me mad," Costa growled. He licked a path over her smoothly rounded chin up to her lips and then into her mo
uth. Tallia's eyes narrowed and she bit down on his tongue delicately.
"You deserve it," she told him in response to the hot glare he shot her. She tossed her head so willfully that he had to let go of her hair or risk pulling it out. Flattening her palms on his chest, she pushed herself up to swing a leg around. Now she was straddling his hips.
"How so?" Costa asked. His lips curved with humor. His annoyance was forgotten as he tried to imagine what sort of crazy thing she would say. He never quite knew what Tallia had in mind.
"For holding out on me," she said softly as she caught his penis with one hand and pried it away from his stomach. "Why haven't we tried any of these lovely positions before?" she demanded petulantly, before sinking down onto his rigid length.
Costa would have laughed if he weren’t so overcome by the eroticism of the moment. He could hardly believe Tallia's sensuality when she leaned down to watch avidly as he disappeared inside of her. She threw her head back once he was half way there, then reached back to brace her hands on his thighs as she wriggled her hips, easing herself down to impale herself completely on his rampant sex.
A little agonized cry escaped her red lips when she finally took every inch of his cock, and she ground herself against him desperately. She started to move wildly above him, jerked her hips back and forth as she discovered all the sweet sensations she could possibly experience in this new position. Her hands came back around to clutch at his hips as she began to lift herself up and shove herself back down on him.
Deep inside, Costa could feel her contract violently, gripping him as hard as a fist, and he grunted at the shocking stimulation. He caught Tallia's squirming hips and slowed her untutored gyrations, helping her find a smooth pace. Covering his hands with hers, she let him guide her and was soon gasping rhythmically with each hard, penetrating thrust.
"Oh God, oh God, Costa," she cried. Her hands drifted up over her own body, her nails raked her skin, her fingers squeezed her breasts, as she was seized by an excess of pleasure.
Slipping his hands around to cup her bottom, Costa leveraged Tallia up. He watched her long white thighs flex as she drove herself back down, frantic to possess him. By the way she ground herself ecstatically against him, before he could push her back up, he knew he must have hit the sweet spot, deep inside. Hanging onto his self control by a thread, he watched Tallia come undone and grit his teeth to keep his own savage need at bay.
"Now, oh God! Costa, my love- now. Come with me now. Now!" she raved, pulling her own hair as she began to buck wildly atop him.
Costa gladly obeyed, clamping her hips to his with hard hands and surging up inside to bath her womb with his hot seed. He grunted and shook beneath her as he felt their bodies throb and pulse to the same wild beat. It was hurling them together into a mind-blowing orgasm.
Tallia crumpled across his chest, sobbing and writhing weakly in the aftermath, her body twitching like a live wire for several long minutes.
"Theos," he remarked thickly when he could speak again, "I think the earth moved."
"I think it just got knocked out of orbit," Tallia mumbled against his chest, "at the very least the universe must have farted."
Dissolving into laughter, Costa hugged her close. Rolling over so she sprawled in the grass beneath him. He told Tallia, with joy dancing in his eyes, "Agapate, you are one of a kind."