One Night With Dr Nikolaides: One Night with Dr Nikolaides

She nodded, her eyes sparkling in the candlelight.

He slowly lifted her top up and off her, his fingers lightly grazing the bands of lace cupping her breasts as he did so. By God she was beautiful. Olive skin. Full breasts. Dark nipples, taut and tempting.

He put the top on a chair by the bed and knelt in front of her. Unable to resist, he softly cupped her breasts, relishing the sensation of lace and warm skin as Cailey wove her fingers through his hair and tugged his head back for an urgent kiss.

Enough with the niceties, her kiss told him. It’s time to get down to business.

All he could absorb in his overwrought brain was that he wanted more. To touch. Caress. Give her every ounce of pleasure he could.

He curved an arm around her waist and pulled her to him, his fingers cupping one of her breasts as he licked the other one through the gossamer lace barely containing it. He shifted the fabric to one side and gave her nipple a hot, wet lick. Her fingers dug into his hair again, giving him all the permission he needed to continue. Swirling, tasting, touching, caressing...

He forced himself to adopt a more luxurious pace, relishing the soft shudders of approbation as Cailey’s body reeled and recovered from the erotic journey of his tongue and lips across her breasts, down to her belly. Shifting across her hips. Making the most of the luscious dips and curves along the way before lowering his lips to her waistline.

His fingers worked slowly, tauntingly, at the butterfly bow she’d tied in her scrub bottoms. Before releasing it, he encouraged her to lie back as he teased two of his fingers over the gently rounded surface of her belly, stopping only to draw in a deep breath of her skin. Vanilla? Or was it honey? The sweet and pure scent of olive oil? Enchantingly indescribable aromas all designed to drive a man wild. Drive him wild.

Centimeter by centimeter he lowered her scrubs...then her panties...adoring the shivers of excitement buzzing across her skin as he dropped kisses, little nips and licks, along the swoop from hip to hip and lower until she wove her fingers into his hair and cried out to be with him.

“Not yet. Not yet, koukla mou.” He spoke the words and his lips whispered against the delicate skin just above the thin strip of hair leading to the soft folds between her legs. “If you have waited this long, I want to make it worth it.”

He thought he heard her say, “It already is!” and “Now!” but then her words melted into moans as he slipped his fingers between her legs and stroked the honeyed response to his caresses.

He was as fully erect as he had ever been, and sustaining this level of control was going to be a challenge, but she was worth it. Especially if it was true that she had wanted him all along...

* * *

Cailey felt drugged with pleasure as Theo slid his warm, assured hands between her legs and parted them.

She’d had sex before, but she was certain she had never been made love to. And they hadn’t done anything much beyond kissing yet!

All the blood in her body surged and collected at the pulsing triangle between her legs as Theo cupped her buttocks in his hands and began to lick her. The level of pleasure he elicited was electrifying. She felt so sensual, so alluring—it was as if he was drawing an inner goddess out of her she’d never known existed. Each of his touches inflamed a deep-seeded pulse from her very essence that grew and hummed until she dug her nails into Theo’s shoulders, pressed closer to his lapping tongue and cried out to him to let her release. She tried and failed to stem a wail of sheer ecstasy as her body tightened and arced as wave after wave of pleasure luxuriously swept throughout her body.

Theo held her tight to him after climbing up onto the bed alongside her. “Feeling better?”

“I was never feeling bad,” she managed to murmur as she pressed herself to him, seized by the spirit of a tigress.

She’d forgotten he was still wearing clothes. Nerves completely eradicated, she swiftly undid his shirt buttons, then just as quickly unhooked and, in one extraordinary move, whipped off his belt. To their mutual astonishment she gave the length of leather a sharp crack before flinging it to the far side of the simply furnished room.

“My goodness, little one...” Theo said approvingly. “You’re full of energy tonight.”

Cailey moved her hands to his thick erection. “I’m hardly little, and it’s not exactly as if you’re running on empty. Shall we see what we can do for you now?” She gave the length of his shaft a playful lick.

Where did that come from?

She didn’t do sexy talk. Or crack leather belts like a dominatrix. Or demand sex, for that matter.

Being with Theo was dangerous. On far too many levels. But at this exact moment she had no inhibitions—and no ability to stop herself from wanting more. She pushed him back on the bed and crawled on top of him, straddling him with a provocative twitch of her lips.

“Tell me, Doctor. Would you like to have your own turn?”

For a nanosecond he looked confused. When her hand began to stroke the velvet-soft length of his shaft the dawn of realization came quickly. He grinned, clearly amused at the she-woman he’d unleashed, and raised his hands in a move that said, Do what you will. I’m yours for the taking.

Cailey pressed herself up onto her hands and knees and swept her breasts along the smooth surface of Theo’s well-defined chest. Not weight-lifter bulky...just strong and perfect. She gave each of his dark aureoles a lick and a quick suck before slowly working her way south.

When she first touched his erection with the tip of her tongue he inhaled sharply. When she took him in her mouth he cried out her name, fingers reaching out to touch her hair before falling helplessly to his sides as she had her wanton, wicked way with him. As his pleasure increased, so too did Cailey’s. The two-way exchange of pleasure wasn’t something she’d considered in all these years of wondering... Yes, she’d had sex before, but this felt different. Powerful. Captivating. Like an awakening.

A heated thrill thrummed to life in the very kernel of her femininity. Giving Theo pleasure was as erotic as receiving it. The more he responded to her touch, the more energized she became. The more she gave, the more he craved.

Abruptly Theo pressed himself up and pulled her alongside him. “I want you, Cailey. Now.”

His voice was urgent, full of longing. It was the most uninhibited she had ever seen him. Being the reason for it sent fresh ribbons of pleasure through her. In the clinic Theo was the picture of a man in control. Here, beneath her fingertips, he was vulnerable to her lightest touch. Power and protectiveness wove together as one as she kissed his neck, his throat, his lips.

“I want you,” he said again as their mouths parted after another all-encompassing kiss.

There wasn’t a single cell in her body capable of saying no. She’d imagined this moment for years...and the reality was light years better than any fantasy she had conjured.

“I’m all yours,” she said, meaning each of the words with a totality that came from realizing she’d loved him all along. If this was her one chance to love and be loved she was going to take it. Even if it meant returning to London on her own, she’d have this moment locked in her heart as proof that for one night she had been everything he wanted.

Theo slipped an arm across her belly, then gently shifted her onto her back. “You’re sure?” His green eyes were almost black in the flickering half-light the candle afforded them.

She’d barely finished saying yes before she felt the tip of his shaft tease at the heated entrance to her womanhood. She parted her legs in response. Never before had she been so aroused.

Theo moved slowly at first. Teasing the tip of his erection in and out of her until she was nearly mad with euphoria and longing. And then he began to press into her more deeply, each penetration bringing with it another layer of fulfilling pleasure. It wasn’t until she begged him that each measured stroke became lost in a shared desire to meet one another thrust for thrust. Restraint was abandoned. Her hips became fine-tuned to his untethered thrusts. Her hands wove tight round his neck, then shifted to his back as she wrapped her legs round him, wanting him to bury himself as deep within her as their longing would permit.

Their shared desire lifted them outside of human constraints and into a timeless eternity. When the rhythm of their lovemaking reached a mutual crescendo, as one they gave themselves to the all-consuming joy of a shared climax before collapsing in a weighted tangle of limbs and desire.

As their breathing began to steady Theo rolled off her, pulling her with him so that they were still joined together.

“My goodness, little one...” He dropped kisses on each of her cheeks and her forehead, “Welcome home.”

Cailey gave him a deep kiss in return, then began to giggle as she slipped away from him so they could snuggle under the covers. “I have to admit this is not quite the homecoming I was expecting.”

“You and me both,” Theo teased, wrapping an arm around her shoulders and pulling her close to him so she was nestled against the warm, solid length of his body. “Little Cailey Tomaras is all grown up.” He swept a hand along her curves as if to prove it.

“Worth the wait?” she asked.

“And then some.”

They lay for a moment in silence, their breathing leveling out, shifting into a cadence matching the susurration of the waves just beyond the bedroom windows.

“That’s never happened to me before,” Cailey said eventually.

“What? Getting hit on in the midst of a humanitarian crisis?”

“Well, that too.” She giggled, still a bit shell-shocked at the dichotomy of the day. And how natural it all seemed.

Work hard. Love hard. If that was what this was. It was so easy to be with him. Intuitive, almost.

“I mean the...you know...” Shyness washed over her despite the raw intimacy they’d just shared. “The butterfly magic.” She pulled her arm out from under the sheet and pointed to below her waist, whispering, “Down there.”

Now it was Theo’s turn to laugh. He pulled her closer to him and pressed a soft kiss on her forehead. “Is that what the cool kids are calling an orgasm these days?”

“Well, no. But for me it was...”

“Virgin territory?” he countered, a slightly incredulous tone in his playful voice.

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