So maybe your life is in shambles and you run away to London to get your head straight. Sure, you don't really have a plan but the Universe does, and before you know it, some kid from Kingston has completely turned your world upside and your body i...
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Your first day in Greece was amazing. Tom outdid himself once again. The villa he rented would make Dionysus proud. Everything was antiquated and ornate but so lush and colorful. In the center stood a huge canopy bed that was covered in satin pillows of white and deep blue. Bowls of fruit and buckets of champagne littered every surface. On the far side, the room opened to the veranda that was crawling with bright pink and orange blossoms, creeping their way across the threshold. And when you stepped out onto it, you were met with the most breathtaking view of the sea. It really was magical.
You stood there for a while, leaning against the stone wall, just taking it all in. Then you felt a hand softly run down your back and slip around your waist. You didn't turn around, only taking another sip of champagne, and smiling to yourself.
The sky was so bright and the heat from the sun was broken by a cool breeze coming off he water. You were wearing a dress Tom bought you. It was long, white, and worthy of Aphrodite.
That cool breeze twisted and twirled it around your body. Tom placed his lips on your bare shoulder and they lingered there for a moment, so soft and warm. You took a long, deep breath and felt all the worry, all the shit and stress and fear just slip away on the back of that breeze, carrying it out to sea.
Tom gently pushed your hair over your other shoulder and moved his lips up to your neck. You shivered slightly, enjoying the tickle of his breath against your skin. His arm around your waist tightened as he pressed himself against you. You took your last sip of champagne and delicately set the glass down on the stone, then brought your hand up to ruffle his hair. He put his other arm around you and hugged you, inhaling deeply. You gave a little laugh. So did he.
Then he let go and you felt his fingers at the base of your neck, where your dress was tied. The strings came loose and slipped down the front of you, exposing you from above the waist. You shivered again. His lips found your neck, right where his fingers just were.
You leaned your head back and grabbed his hair again while he nuzzled you, his hands steadily making their way from waist to breasts. You let him play there for a bit then turned around to face him. He was flushed and somewhat scruffy from not shaving. A thick curl hung over his brow. You pushed it back with you fingers and leaned in to kiss him. He tasted like the grapes he just ate. His lips were still juicy from the last bite.
You arms slid around his neck as your tongue slid around his. He gave soft little groans and devoured your lips, as if kissing you was so tasty that he just had to have more.
Your hands moved to his shirt, unbuttoning it without your lips ever leaving his. He quickly shimmied out of it and pressed his feverish skin against yours, those muscular arms holding you close.
Then you broke the kiss and placed your hand on his chest, moving him back inside. He leered at you, stepping backwards, eyes holding yours with a slight curl to his lips. You untied the strings around your waist and let the dress drop to your feet, stepping out of it. Tom's eyes watched it fall, then traced your body all the way back up to your face.
You've never been a bashful girl, always comfortable in your own skin. And he's certainly seen every inch of you. But the way his eyes watched you then, the way his breath seemed to catch just by looking at you, it was enough to make you blush from tip to toe.
He grabbed your hand and pulled to him, slipping his shorts off. He sat on the edge of bed, his hands stroking the back of your thighs. You stood in front of him, leaning down to kiss him some more, your hands of course lost in his hair. He leaned back and pulled you on top of him, lips still locked, hands just everywhere.
You straddled him and slid down onto him. He stretched back against the bed and closed his eyes, letting out a long, low moan. You watched him thinking that you've never seen anything so beautiful in your life. You loved this man so profoundly, with every ounce of you. Since you met, it's been such a whirlwind. You still don't know how you got here, but you thanked the Universe that you did.
Tom rolled you over and sank inside of you. His eyes gazed into yours and your bodies were so tangled in each other you couldn't tell where one ended and the other began.
He brushed some hair away from your face and kissed you, his rhythm quickening. You gripped his strong arms and and tried to speak, but only managed, a whisper.
"T...aaaahh," you sighed.
"Tiger. Your Tiger," he said and gave a low growl. But that wasn't it.
"Tom..." you breathed. And he looked at you, slowing down and kissed you so passionately, so lovingly, you thought both body and heart would explode.
