My Greek SEAL by Sabrina Devonshire Page A

I liked it. I more than liked it. I’m deliriously happy right now and so that laugh just got away from me.”
    “Americans express happiness very differently.”
    “I...I’m not sure the way I’m acting is like an American. It was unexpected for sure. I just felt so free when we...” I felt suddenly awkward. I couldn’t say lovemaking. It was the polite word, wasn’t an appropriate description for the animals-in-heat sex that just happened. Still, I couldn’t bring myself to say fucked once we were no longer a tangle of arms and legs. I felt so awkward I couldn’t even find a sensible way to communicate with this person I had just been intimate with.
    He edged in closer until his body brushed against mine. His firm chest and thighs were a comfort. He met my gaze and held it, not speaking for several seconds. “I’m glad you feel relaxed with me.”
    We lay there for a few minutes, talking about nothing in particular. And then we dressed and walked back to the hotel. I was stone sober by then, which made me feel even more uncomfortable. Had I really just fucked a man I barely knew on a beach? Both of us fell silent most of the walk. He escorted me to my room, gave me a kiss and said he would see me in the morning. He didn’t ask me to go back to his room or if he could stay with me. In a way I was disappointed and in a way I was relieved. I needed time to process what had happened...
    The hot man I had sex with last night who is now matching me stroke for stroke is a Greek Navy SEAL. He’s every woman’s fantasy if you overlook his annoying personality. My gaze skims over his long, lean, tanned torso. He’s stroking like an agile athlete, like a man who knows the water and has been swimming almost all his life. As he rolls to the side to take another breath, the muscles in his chest and abdominals flex and bunch.
    I stare at the sprinkle of black hair on his lower abdomen that disappears into the waistband of his swimsuit. It reminds me of just how big his cock is. And how good it felt in me. I choke on water. I spit it out and keep on swimming. At least my head is underwater and he doesn’t know what I’m thinking about. I wonder if he’s thinking about the awesome sex we had last night.
    I swim along, feeling high on attraction and the lewd fantasies that race through my mind.
    I feel guilty for allowing myself to indulge in runaway fantasies. It would be safer to look at fish and rock formations than to think about sex with Eros. Maybe last night was a one-time thing. Maybe now that it’s happened, he won’t want me anymore. Why is my mind sabotaging me, tempting me to do crazy things? I’ve never been a casual sex girl, but last night I almost begged him to fuck me. It turned me on to see him leaning naked over me, his eyes flickering gold with wanton lust. And last night wasn’t enough. I want to fuck him again and again. I wish I could do him now as a matter of fact.
    Dmitri blows the whistle for another drink break. I glance at my watch and realize we’ve been swimming along the coast for nearly an hour. The three of us swim, heads raised, closer to the boat so Dmitri can toss the bottles to us again. I raise my goggles up onto my forehead and squint into the sunlight.
    Margie frowns and treads water, gripping her stomach.
    “Are you okay?” I ask.
    “I’m not feeling the best. I’ve got a cramp in my belly. I think I ate a bit too much at lunch.”
    “Maybe you should get out and rest for a while,” says Eros.
    “Yes, I think I’d better,” says Margie.
    Eros and I swim alongside her until she safely touches the ladder.
    “I hope you feel better,” I say.
    “You might want to stay inside the cabin. You’re getting sunburned,” says Eros.
    “Thanks, I’ll do that.” She takes a step up the ladder and then glances back to look at us. “Enjoy yourselves.”
    Eros and I tread water until Dmitri says it’s okay for us to continue.
    “It looks like we’ll be alone the rest of the