IN WHICH STRIPPED GEARS LEAD TO MORE STRIPPING.
The hot vibe between Alexandros and me had always been there. But when he punched a rival, defending my honor — and his own — our attraction had been jacked to stratospheric levels. Our limbic systems had traveled back in time — I could sense my DNA connecting with the primal heat of a strong man protecting a woman. The Tarzan in him had brought out the Jane in me. And he felt it, too — we were one hot mess of desire.
So it was only a few seconds before we turned away from the stars, and towards each other.
Till now, we’d only made out in cars, and to finally be horizontal and against each other was a relief. As we passionately kissed, I wrapped my leg around him and he pulled it up higher, grinding into me.
Alexandros reached behind my neck and expertly untied my halter straps, as if he’d been planning it all night — because he had! My top went down and so did he, on my girls. I was beyond aroused. Sensing that, he started kissing me again as he unbuckled his belt.
I didn’t need an invitation. He sighed with anticipation as I tantalizingly rubbed his bulge up and down, always a delicious moment of suspense for me and my beloved berubbed. I unzipped his pants, pulled his underwear down and released him from his bondage. He was stiff and uncut, like most European joy sticks. My fingers wrapped tightly around him, up and down, as I explored the wonderful contradiction I’ve long appreciated in men — rock hard, yet silky soft.
Suddenly, Alexandros stopped kissing me. “Come on, let’s strip,” he whispered impatiently. He couldn’t wait any longer, and neither could I.
We quickly undressed and he gently pushed me on my back. He got on top of me, his sculpted shoulders and arms silhouetted in the moonlight. My legs parted with anticipation.
We made out some more while I rubbed him between my legs. When neither of us could stand it one more second, he abruptly shoved himself inside me, to the hilt. We both groaned, and as he pumped in and out, started kissing again.
When we’d kissed in cars his tongue had stood in for the rest of him, as he had sex with my mouth. What a truly excellent sensation it was now to have him thrusting everywhere.
Over his shoulder, I marveled at the novelty of what I was experiencing. To have such amazing physical pleasure coincide with the visual spectacle of a zodiac blazing with planets and stars was beyond words — mythic. How perfect to enjoy this mythic sky view, while enjoying a Greek!
We came together, noisily. And, as we did, I couldn’t help but be amused:
I hadn’t just watched the Milky Way — I’d created one.