Devon Hartford - Reckless

My heart swelled as I thought about our love.

My grin returned. Cocky as ever.

Were my eyes watering?

Agápi mou…you have no idea how much I love you…

I hoped Samantha wouldn’t notice, it might ruin the mood. She was always looking at my eyes, so I’d have to distract her from them.

SAMANTHA

Christos strolled out of the bathroom, completely naked, a cocky smirk on his face and his jumblies hanging out.

Wow! I clapped my hands to my cheeks. “Oh my god! I hadn’t been expecting Mr. Naked! Where did Christos go?”

“You like?” he grinned.

“Of course I like! I love!”

He chuckled while walking over to the bed and climbed on top of the covers.

I ripped my panties off. “Don’t need those anymore!”

“What do you mean?”

“It’s thongs from here on out!” I said proudly.

“Don’t rush into things,” Christos chuckled.

“Hey, if I’m going to be as sexy as you are, I need the proper undergarments.”

“I can live with that,” he smiled.

“I have a surprise for you,” I said, holding my arms out to him.

He leaned back slightly, his eyes narrowing. “What’s that?” he asked cautiously.

Why was he so nervous? It wasn’t like him. Oh well, I had the cure for that. “I started taking the pill two weeks ago.” Christos had also told me a month ago that he had himself regularly tested for STDs, and was totally clean. We were now free to enjoy each other’s bodies uninhibited. There was nothing left to interfere with the mingling of our bodies in physical love. “We don’t need to use a condom!”

His eyes goggled. “What?”

“Did I say something wrong?” Now I was totally freaking out. Something felt really off, but I had no idea what it was.

“No, you said everything right,” he smiled.

“I did?” I was so confused.

“Look,” he said, pointing at his crotch.

I only realized at that moment that this was the first time I’d been naked with Christos and he hadn’t had an erection from the get-go. He’d been flaccid when he’d walked out of the bathroom a moment ago. Before I had a chance to wonder why, his cock grew to full, straining attention in seven seconds.

“Holy shit!” I blurted. “I didn’t know it could work that fast!”

“It only requires the proper motivation.”

I was grinning from ear to ear as Christos crawled on top of me.

“Well,” I said seductively, “two can play at that game.”

“Really,” he said cockily as he slid his fingers between my legs, and slipped them inside me. “You weren’t kidding,” he said, amazed. “You’re soaking wet, woman.”

“Only for you, agápi mou,” I said.

Christos grinned like a kid. “Did you just call me agápi mou?”

“I did. Your grandfather said I needed to start speaking Greek, didn’t he?”

“That he did,” Christos chuckled.

“When are you going to teach me more Greek?”

“How about now?”

I felt the head of his cock pressing against my drenched folds.

“Oh,” I moaned. “Teach me all the Greek you want, Christos. I’m ready for you to fill me up with all the Greek you can.”

He laughed and dropped his head onto the pillow, burying his face next to my ear.

I laughed with him and wrapped my legs around his waist.

He slid right in.

“Whoa,” he moaned. “You’re too much, agápi mou,” he whispered into my ear, which he promptly licked.

Between the sweet pressure of his cock filling me up and his warm breath on my ear, I was in heaven.

“I love you, Christos,” I moaned as he pumped slowly in and out.

He moaned in the throes of his own ecstasy. “You have no idea how fucking good you feel, agápi mou, no idea.”

“I think I have a pretty good idea,” I quivered as my core clamped down around him.

He pushed himself slowly, deeply into me, and moaned. His hands reached beneath me and squeezed my ass, like he was trying to push himself more deeply into me than he ever had before.

It was luscious, it was flesh ecstasy, it was the greatest pleasure I’d ever known.

I was vaguely aware of the fact that Christos slid his hardness in and out of my softness for a long, long, time. I expected him to come. I’d always heard that guys came fast when they weren’t wearing a condom.

Not Christos.

His stamina was beyond anything I’d ever imagined. At first, I almost wondered if he was feeling anything at all, but he sucked in deep hisses of breath and blew them out so frequently, I knew he was as overwhelmed with pleasure as I was.

“It feels so fucking good, agápi mou, I’ve never felt anything this good. Ever…” he groaned.

I moaned in response. It was all I could do.

He continued his hypnotic, mesmerizing rhythm of fucking me deep, long, hard, and so, so good.

I came multiple times while Christos pushed and pushed. My pleasure built in waves that swept from head to toe, stealing away all of my tension, all of my fear. I swam with Christos in that magical ocean I’d dreamed about.

The ocean that was us…

Finally, after what I actually believed was over an entire hour, I felt Christos begin to throb inside me. Every stroke seemed to be a Herculean effort for him. He literally shouted each time he pushed into my wetness. I vaguely felt that the sheets beneath me were soaked with my liquid love for this amazing man.

With every stroke, his body quaked.

“Aaahhh!” he yelled.

Again and again he forced himself deeper inside me until I thought he was going to shatter into a billion pieces.

“Aaaahhhh!!!!” he shouted.

The muscles deep inside me spasmed and grabbed his cock, not wanting to let him out.

Ever.

I started to have a titanic orgasm. Waves of pleasure pounded through my body.

“AAAAHHHH!!!!” he screamed.

His back arched and he forced his mammoth manhood into me deeper than ever before. And he came.

He came.

He threw his head back and roared, shaking the entire room.

“AAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!!!”

I felt his cock firing his cum into me.

It sent me over the edge. I came with him and screamed.

The muscles of my vagina clenched around him, milking out every last drop of his potent, slippery elixir. I wanted all of it, deep inside me.

All of it.

My body was trembling, vibrating, shaking in an overwhelming orgasm that wouldn’t stop, my legs squeezing, my core hot and tight and wet, my love burning, exploding, overtaking all as Christos poured his love into me.

My rippling orgasm kept going and going.

I screamed ecstasy.

My heart raced. My eyes squeezed shut. My body consumed his, taking all that he had to give.

Our oceans of love had become one as our mutual wetness blended together forever.

SAMANTHA

Christos and I woke up in each other’s arms.

“Morning,” he smiled down at me.

Sunlight peaked through the curtains, lining the edge of Christos’ chiseled features in gold. He looked like a painting of a mystical hero. I couldn’t help but smile widely.

“What?” he grinned.

I was afraid to open my mouth, certain my morning breath would ruin the moment. We’d had garlic galore the night before, when we ate all that Tzatziki. I imagined that if any low-flying birds were to pass by as I opened my mouth, they’d drop from the sky, with X’s for eyes and land on their backs with their stiffened claws sticking straight up.

Christos leaned down and tried to kiss me. Obviously, he had no compassion for animals. I turned my head away, worried about those birds.

Christos snaked on top of me and kissed me on the mouth anyway, but I kept my lips locked.

He pulled back a few inches and chuckled. “You’re worried about your breath, aren’t you?”

I frowned, but knew he was onto me. I nodded guiltily.

He grinned. “Don’t sweat it, agápi mou. At your worst, you’re a hundred times sweeter than any woman on this planet.” He leaned down for a kiss.

I shook my head.

He tickled my ribs and I burst out laughing.

His lips were on top of mine and we kissed passionately. I was learning that laughter always changed my mind. So what if we smelled like a garlic factory? If Christos didn’t care, why should I?

The next thing I knew, he was between my thighs, his hot, hard manhood pressing against my already wet entrance.

“Oh!” I smiled.

“Morning sex?”

“Anything for you,” I grinned, “agápi mou…”

“Man, hearing you say that totally turns me on every time. You even have the accent down pretty good. Say it again,” he smiled.

“Anything for you,” I purred, “agápi mou. Agápi mou, agápi mou!” I giggled.

“Everything for you, agápi mou,” he murmured, cocking his dimpled grin seductively as he slid himself inside of me.

He began a steady rhythm as our bodies twirled together in heady ecstasy. It seemed to go on for at least an hour before we both enjoyed powerful, exhilarating, and seemingly endless orgasms.

After, we showered together.

“What are your plans for today?” Christos asked as he reached around me with both arms and circled his soapy hands against my ass.

“I’m going to tell my apartment manager I’m moving out on the way to campus.” It was increasingly difficult for me to concentrate with his hypnotizing hands in motion. “I’ve…uh, got, oh, classes,” moan, “after…” I shook my head. “What are you doing?”