Blasphemous (Torn #3)(7)
Well hell. I bet anyone would appreciate waking up with an orgasm. It was a banging way to start a day. Ha. “Do you have to be so crude in the morning?”
“Says the woman who grows wetter with each filthy word I tell her.”
I gasped when his hands went underneath and cupped my ass, spreading me wider so he could go deeper. “Slow down.”
He didn’t. Instead, he took one of his hands and started rubbing my nub in a way he knew would make me violently spasm when I came. Bass knew how to manipulate my body. He was the master and he played my body to his purpose, to make it sing to his beat.
My body was a dwelling where he constantly paid homage.
He wasn’t satisfied until I came—screaming his name—which he successfully did, twice in a row. He was brushing my hair off my face, holding it down before he ardently kissed me, gently rolling his hips while his dick was still buried deep, growing hard again each time he stroked it. “Kalimera, moro mou. Can you be ready in twenty? I want to take you for a picnic.”
Intertwining my arms around his neck, I bit my lip and smiled. “Are you trying to romance your way into my heart, BC?”
He chortled, grinning before his face became serious. The morning light made his eyes so clear, I felt like they were reaching into me, probing for something they already held, but needing reaffirmation. It called to me, like the Greek God Triton using his conch shell to call upon the waves of the Aegean Sea. It drew me, enticing, hypnotizing for my surrender.
When he leaned over and kissed my forehead, I was a little taken aback by the change of his attitude. “Twenty minutes,” he said, pulling out of me and helping me out of bed.
Just when I was about to enter the bathroom, he called from right outside the door, amused, “And, oh Emma? To answer your question earlier, I’m not trying. I know I’m in there, just as you are with mine.”
And in the blink of an eye and a quick flutter of my heart, I fell in love with him all over again.
E
“How did you find out about this place?” I exclaimed with excitement as I hopped out of the speedboat. I landed in the shallow water, striding towards the vast lemon grove.
“The locals told me about this place. They suggested that I should take you here for a picnic. The locals are diehard romantics and they want us to explore more of the islands… and each other.” Bass caught up to me with a basket in hand before he planted a kiss on my forehead.
He set up the plaid blanket underneath a lemon tree before he went on his knees as he opened the basket. I halted him as he took out the champagne. “Let’s explore some of the island.”
“Sure, let’s see the ruins. I was actually going to suggest that first, but I thought you’d be hungry since you skipped breakfast.”
“You take such good care of me, Bass. I think I’d die of starvation if you weren’t there, always cooking for me when my stomach growls for some nourishment.”
Getting up, he frowned at me for a second. “Are you sure you’re not hungry, though? It’s your favorite BLT sandwich, cold pasta, and baklava, amongst other treats.”
“You’re such a worry wart. Should I be worried? I think we got our roles reversed here.” I laughed, clasping his hand with mine as we started to walk.
A regular July summer was scorching and today was no different, but the trees and the soft breeze made it bearable and less stifling.
Bass guided me towards rows and rows of lemon trees, the citrusy smell made me feel light and cheery, as we weaved around to get to the ruined theatre.
When we reached our destination, Bass was like a kid, all giddy with joy and excitement. He was descending down the stairs until he reached the time-withered stage. “Amazing how acting started out like this. Crazy how it’s evolved isn’t it?” he boomed out, voice echoing around us, as if in a tunnel.
“It is,” I replied, distracted as I started to check out the ruined area of crumbling stones to my left. I was lost in thought, thinking how unfortunate it was that such an important part of history was left unattended. I suppose there were a lot of these theatres scattered in all these islands everywhere in Europe.
“Emma,” he echoed.
I spun around, questioning. “What?”
“I’m so f*uking knee-deep, obsessively and passionately, crucial about forever in love with you.”
Biting back a huge smile, I bellowed out, “WHAT? I can’t hear you!”
“I said, I’m falling in love with you!”
“WHAT? You’re appallingly ugly to be with me?” Shaking my head in understanding. “That’s okay. I know I’m too hot to handle!” My laughs couldn’t be held back anymore.
“Emma!” he growled when he saw me running up the steps, away from him and his declaration.
I was running and laughing past the lined trees, knowing quite well he’d catch up to me any second now. Just when I saw the spot where he situated our things earlier, I felt a quick tug of my bikini top, and in a flash, I was topless. Without looking back, I pulled my arm up to cover my breasts, screaming in delight as I ran towards the blanket. Just before I reached it, Bass tugged on the strings of my bikini bottom. Now, I stood there in utter shock of his audacity as he wickedly smiled at me, with his phone in hand and the video camera rolling.
“Stop that! I’m naked!” I started to giggle when I tried to take the phone away from him.