Free Surrender: The Greek Affair Series Book One by Diana Karezi Page A

to what to do. It’s not the first time she has had a summer affair with a man on a Greek Island; summer affairs on Greek Islands are frequently enjoyed and then abandoned at the end of the summer, when real life sets in. But they both know that this is more than a summer affair - but not to what extent.
    Jason allows her some space, a space that he needs too. This is not as easy as he thought it would be. She looks so delicate, that the thoughts of fucking her have gone to making love to her. He wants to hold this woman and feel her warmth, hear her heart beat, touch her soft velvet skin, run his fingers through her curls and kiss her all over. He is out of his depth here and is aware he does not want to be a dickhead. He wants to handle this with as much sensitivity as possible. Even without having tasted her yet, he already knows that he wants there to be a next time. He is adamant this is not going to be a one-night-stand. Jason is swept away by these foreign feelings; this scares him and derails any logic about what he wants from this woman. But he must have her now. It’s too late to go back. He should have stopped when he first saw her. He should not have gone back for more. He should have stopped thinking about her and continued with his life as it was.
    He moves carefully, close to her from behind, lifts his hands to her beautiful shaped shoulders. She stands and feels him and savours his touch. He kisses her neck tenderly and he can feel her tighten. “Relax morό mou (my baby) we don’t have to do anything you’re not comfortable with.” With this she turns around to face him. He can see her thinking and says, “don’t over think this.” He holds her cheek with one hand, while holding her shoulder with the other, she turns her face into his hand and kisses his palm. Jason lifts her chin up and bends, kissing her tenderly, licking her lips softly, hoping she would open up to him and she does. Their tongues collide, dancing around each other, building up the intensity slowly.
    Hope gives herself permission to touch him. She puts her arms around his neck, inciting him to embrace her fully, holding her closer against his body, their kiss building slowly into passion. Their bodies are touching, her nipples harden and she feels him becoming very hard against her, all the while her insecurities are playing in her mind: “Why me? Why is he not with someone his own age? Why? Why?” and then she gives in to him and these thoughts are dismissed. It’s now just her and him.
    They are swept up in a sea of need, a need for each other. Neither of them had any idea where it was coming from, but this is not the moment to analyse, but rather, to give to each other.
    Hope is swept away by feelings she did not know she possessed. He kisses her neck, her ear lobes and her décolleté finding his mouth on the edge of her breasts on top of her bra and all the time she can smell him, trying to work out what he smells of, but it is just him. He smells of Jason, Jason pheromones, soap; he smells like the Aegean. He is silent except for his breathing and she allows him to take what ever he wishes from her. He lifts his head, looks into her eyes, while holding the hem of her top, as if asking permission to take it off and she nods, yes. He begins to peel it off and she can hear him whisper.
    “I have wanted to do this from the first time I set eyes on you. To undress you and look at you.”
    This is all she needs to hear to expel any doubts about what she is doing with this Greek god-like creature. She wants to fuck him. But she has a sense there is something else here that she has not yet grasped; something much more than fucking.
    He slowly undresses her, peeling all her clothes off, one by one, unzipping her skirt and letting it fall in a puddle on the floor. He unclips her bra so expertly she can tell he is well practised. Her panties are still on and Hope now stands facing him, with her hands across her breasts, her eyes on