Her Eyes

Thirty Nine

"Just a bit more, glykiá mou," Nikolaos whispered in Esmae's ears, feeling her body twitch and squirm beneath him. Her voice was muffled by the pillow beneath her, and she fisted the thick sheets, panting heavily.

It was early in the morning, far before anyone in the house was awake, and the two took the opportunity to engage in passionate lovemaking once again before anyone arose. Perhaps it was the gap left between them or the love they had for each other, but they were restless, needy, and desired one another on a level greater than those before.

Nikolaos held Esmae's hand, lacing their fingers together on the bed and thrusting into her at a moderate pace. They had woken up an hour ago and had been at it for nearly thirty minutes. His head was buried in her neck and his free arm wrapped around her waist, pulling her hips up to an angle he knew she'd like.

"Niko," she mumbled his name through her soft moans and tired demeanor. Her body tingled with electric shocks and her hips bucked. "Feels good, baby?" he murmured in her ear, his deep voice leaving low shockwaves in her ears. Her brows furrowed and she nodded weakly, squeezing his hand tightly. 

He chuckled at her quiet response and placed kisses down her spine starting from the nape of her neck. They were slow and deliberate and made Esmae's mind spin. He quickened his pace, the sounds of their skin slapping and moist fluids mixing with their loud, labored breathing.

Soon, Esmae's moans grew louder and her body tensed and tightened. "You're close?" he asked, whispering in her ear softly and nibbling on it. She whimpered, mumbling an incoherent, "yes," and moved her hips against Nikolaos' thrusts, trying to reach her climax even quicker. Nikolaos let out a breathy laugh and deepened his movements, reaching the sensitive spots of Esmae that made her voice grow loud and untamed.

He gently placed his hand over her mouth, feeling her moist breath on his palm as her body convulsed under him, her eyes shutting tightly as she came. Her legs shook under him and he slowed down his movements, slowly easing her from her high.

"That's my good girl."

He kissed her cheek and head softly, slowly pulling out of her and watching as her body fell limp on the bed. He rolled her over until she was on her back and stroked her cheek softly, loving how her eyes glossed over with unshed tears and deep red hickeys covered her neck and collarbone.

She'll have to wear a turtleneck today.

"Are you okay, glykiá mou? How do you feel?" he asked as Esmae's breathing came to a calm and her heartbeat rested at its normal rate. She hummed, feeling fuzzy and warm. "Very good," her faint voice whispered. She continued holding his hand as she gazed at him, comforted by his simple touch.

A smile grew on Nikolaos' face at her words and he kissed her forehead, then her cheeks, and then her ears. He couldn't get enough of her. "That's all that matters," he mumbled, moving some unruly curls away from her face as they stuck to her forehead with sweat.

The time was eight in the morning. It was somewhat early, but no one would be awake until at least ten. "Come on, moró," he said, lifting her into his arms gently, "Let's take a shower and get ready for the day."

Esmae hummed in response, wrapping her arms and legs around Nikolaos' naked torso and burying her face in his neck as he carried her to the bathroom to clean up.

"...Can we have French toast for breakfast?" Esmae asked as she was placed on her feet in the shower. Nikolaos turned on the water, making sure it was hot enough, and grabbed a washcloth and soap, creating suds.

He chuckled at her innocent question and began cleaning her arms, kissing her periodically. "Of course. We can have hot chocolate as well," he suggested, knowing how much she loved the sweet drink. Her eyes widened at his words and she wrapped her arms around him as he washed her back.