IN WHICH I FIXATE ON HIS ORAL FIXATION.
Nikos had been working my lips and mouth in an unabashed reference to the rest of me, which by now, was a yawning chasm of need — I might as well have been flashing a neon sign, “Vacancy.” He’d gotten me so hot, there really wasn’t any need for more direct foreplay — my lady business was open for business. And how.
Of course, Nikos — who embodied the sublime combination of romantic, sensitive poet in the body of a jacked, primal he-man — had perfectly sensed me at every stage of his seduction, and now was no different. Pulling back and giving me another one of the searing, soul-baring gazes he’d been dosing me with regularly all night, he intuited my status: my lucky hot pink panties ( yes, the legendary ones) had burst into flames, a fire which only his hose — teehee — could put out. (That makes two of us who would be putting out lol.)
Nikos stood up and, taking my hands in his big, calloused ones, kissed them ceremoniously and declared solemnly, “Moonlight, now let’s go below deck.”
I nodded, stood up, and, as he led me by the hand down the steps, momentarily considered looking back to see if I’d left a scorch mark on the deck chair. At this magical point, nothing seemed impossible.
Down below, Nikos unrolled a big futon that had been stowed away in the corner, and opened a cabinet to take out a sheet and blanket. He put them on the bed. As I stood stock still, frozen and watching him as if in a romantic dream, he lit four candles and placed them on the floor around the futon.
At last, since I could hardly wait another second, he came over and stood close to me, gazing at me again with that look. As we silently undressed each other with an air of sacred ritual, that look had now intensified, as if his green eyes were staring into my soul and back into all the lives I’d lived till now. I felt like he was seeing all of me, and I had been laid bare — Nikos knew all of my secrets.
My Victoria’s Secrets must’ve come as no surprise.