He smiled at me and licked his lips lasciviously while rolling the condom on, which for some reason was absurd. I couldn’t help but laugh again.

Then he leaned down between my legs and yodeled at my crotch, “Here, pussy pussy! Here, pussy, pussy!” He held his hand to his mouth as if he were trying to make his voice carry farther.

I propped up on my elbows and gaped at him. “What the hell’s balls are you doing?!”

“Don’t you like my catcalls?”

“That makes zero sense.”

“I’m catcalling your pussy.” He was totally amused with himself. “Here, pussy, pussy!”

“Stop!” I chuckled then dropped back down on the bed, shaking my head, but smiling wide. I loved his dorkiness more than I would ever admit to him. It somehow humanized him. It took him from being the finest man on the planet to a regular guy I could relate to. No matter how ridiculous his jokes were.

“You sure?” he asked. “Maybe I didn’t make myself clear.”

“What?”

He slid his tongue between my folds and I quivered. My legs lifted off the bed and my feet shook as his tongue swirled around my wetness. Then I jolted as the tip of his tongue stroked the center of my pleasure. I tingled and trembled to my toes as an orgasm rushed through my body almost instantly.

He lifted his head and gave me a curious look. “Yeah, that didn’t do it. I still haven’t made my case. I need to inspect this situation more carefully…”

“What?” I said breathlessly, still coming down from my orgasm. “I’m confused.”

He climbed up the bed and mounted me, lowering himself into my waiting heat. His rigidity entered my wetness.

“Ohhh my g-g-god-d-d-d,” I moaned as he filled me up with his massive fullness.

“Ahhh…” he groaned, all sense of comedy gone. “Every time I’m inside of you,” he hissed harshly, “I feel like it’s the first time I’ve ever had sex in my life.”

“Me too,” I murmured, “me too.”

He began a rhythmic thrusting that sent waves of pleasure cascading out from between my legs. I opened my legs farther, letting him in all the way. Within seconds, I tipped back head-first over the edge of ecstasy as another orgasm surged through me.

He sat up, repositioning himself so that his knees were now forward and his weight rested on his shins. My thighs draped over his as his hands cupped my hips and his thumbs caressed the crests of my pelvis. “Fuck, Samantha, your hips are a work of art. Fucking perfect, I’ve never seen anything like them,” he grunted as he worked his body repeatedly into mine.

My pleasure was building again. “Christos,” I moaned.

“Fuck…” he responded.

I felt a powerful orgasm about to peak as he plunged and plunged.

I was surprised when he started stroking my ribs with his fingers. “Christos!” I shrieked, kicking my heels up. I hadn’t expected his tickling touch and it distracted from my orgasm.

“Relax,” he said as he continued more gently, still stroking my ribs.

Strangely, the tickling sensation transformed into fluttery pleasure that danced in my chest like icy fireflies. I shivered instantly as waves of electric sex pulsed between my abdomen and my throat.

“Ohhh,” I moaned. My orgasm began to build again, but the sensation between my legs joined with the intensity in my ribs as he slid in and out of me. “Oh my god, what are you doing?” I moaned. “It feels so good…”

As the pleasure in my body built to maximum, his hands slid around my breasts and massaged them, heightening the fireflies in my chest ever further. It felt so unbelievably good. As if sensing my need, his palms brushed over the tips of my hardened nipples. He stroked them with the lightest circular touch, my pebbled flesh catching and scratching beneath his rugged palms. I shivered feverishly every time he completed a circle.

“Don’t stop,” I whispered. “Whatever you’re doing, don’t stop.”

A waterfall of sensation poured down my taut stomach as his hands slid downward and his fingers resumed their gentle feather strokes over my ribs. I was quivering and shivering as my entire body covered in goose bumps. I mean my entire body. I was freezing as pleasure wind-stormed through me.

I felt my orgasm building toward infinity as he pushed deeper and deeper. He arched his head back. “Fuck me… Samantha, you’re like fucking crack cocaine, woman. I’m addicted to you, agápi mou…”

Then he slid one hand around between my legs and his fingers found my clitoris. He rubbed and caressed, causing a firestorm to erupt from it. “Uhhhh,” I moaned as wet pleasure flooded out from my center and another orgasm took me.

I floated high on a cloud of pleasure far above the world, as everything slipped away, far, far below.

SAMANTHA 

I heaved and sighed breathlessly for a long time. What an unbelievable release that had been.

When I calmed, Christos reached his arms behind my shoulders, sat me up with my legs still looped around his waist, then suddenly spun onto his back.

The next thing I knew, I was on top of him. He was still inside me.

“Was that some kind of Cirque du Soleil move?” I asked breathlessly.

He chuckled. “No, nothing that gymnastic. But if you want, we can try some things. Let me know if you want to play Pommel Horse or Parallel Bars,” he grinned.

“No! All fine here!” I was freaked out as it was being on top, I didn’t think I needed to be his human pommel horse.

I looked down at him. The view from here was quite different from what I was used to.

Whoa.

Guy candy alert! I ran my hands all over his muscled chest and tattooed shoulders. I think my mouth was watering. Time to unwrap my very own piece of gourmet man candy!

“Now it’s your turn,” he smirked.

Gulp. That’s when I realized he was my human pommel horse. “To what?” I squeaked.

“To move. However you want, agápi mou…”

Fear smacked me in the chest. I folded my arms across my breasts and collapsed against him. I was no gymnast! Gulp, gulp!! “No way! I can’t do that!”

“Why not?” he murmured, wrapping his arms around me in a warm hug.

My cheek laid against his chest. “I don’t know,” I said shyly. “I guess I’m just nervous. I’ve never done this before.”

“I know,” he said, kissing the top of my head gently, “and that’s okay. We can stop if you want. Or…” he murmured.

That was my Christos. Always pushing my boundaries, making me try new things, but always giving me the choice to wait, to try again when I was ready. He either believed in me like no one else and was the most nurturing man ever born, or he was a complete sadist. Maybe he was both. Oh! I wasn’t sure how I felt about that. I’d have to table that discussion for another time, maybe in ten years? Grin. Yeah, that would be perfect.

“Or what?” I asked coyly.

“Or you might discover you like it. A lot.”

Oh, yeah. He was talking about me being on top. Um… Er… Ah… Uh… Hmmm.

Yeah, that.

“But I don’t know how,” I whined. Yes, I sounded like a baby. But I forgave myself on the grounds that an angelically beautiful man who was perfect in every respect, especially when it came to his performance in the bedroom, was asking me to pleasure him.

Gulp, gulp, gulp!

I was ready to bite my nails typewriter-style. Bite-bite-bite-bite-ching! Bite-bite-bite-bite-ching!

“All you have to do, agápi mou,” he whispered, “is move. Whatever you do will be perfect.”

“You sure?”

“Just being inside you makes me want to come. I’m amazed I haven’t already.” He kissed the top of my head several times. “Whatever you want, agápi mou…”

I sat up slowly and planted my hands on his muscled, pommel horse chest. I hoped he would be satisfied with a beginner’s routine.

Distracted by his beauty, and only slightly stalling, I started sliding my hands up and down his smooth skin, luxuriating in the feel of his manly chest. Damn it, he was totally hot! And the next thing I knew, I was too.

His cock throbbed inside me, growing impossibly larger, filling me up. I don’t know how that happened, but he really did feel even bigger than before. I rocked tentatively forward, then back.

“Like this?” I asked.

“Yes.”

I began rocking in a steady rhythm.

“Yeah…” he moaned. “That’s epic,” he sighed. He wrapped his hands around my pelvis gently and caressed the exposed ridges of my hips again.

He really liked doing that. Okay by me. For whatever reason, it made me feel very womanly. Not overly hippy, like I’d always felt in the past.

“Aaaaah,” he moaned. “Keep going, you have no idea what you’re doing…”

“I knew it, I’m doing it wrong!” I sighed, almost stopping.

“No-o-o-o,” he moaned, “don’t stop. You’re doing it perfectly…”

“You really like it?” I asked, sliding up and down his hard length.

“I fuh—fucking love it, agápi mou.”

I realized in this position my clitoris was tickling across the bottom wedge of his pelvis, right above his manhood. If I tilted my hips forward while thrusting backward onto him, the motion lit my bud of nerves up with a buzzing billow of pleasure. Oh, wow. This felt really good.

“Oh, hells yeah,” he groaned. “That’s unbelievable… You are so fucking tight, agápi mou…”

For a moment, I was amazed I was pleasuring him. It had always been the other way around, or so I’d thought. I was so taken by my revelation and Christos’ repeated moaning, I almost forgot to enjoy myself.