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tanned face.
    We were still in sync.
    I smiled slyly. ‘But what if I get sunburned?’ Christos was always poised to douse me in suncream as soon as I stepped into the Greek sun.
    ‘We’ll be quick. And you can hide in the sea afterwards. I won’t let you get burned,
kali
mou
.’
    The beach was indeed empty, apart from a lone frappé seller who sat further up the bank, totally absorbed in a newspaper. We wandered across the sugar-soft sand, down towards the water. It was far windier than I remembered it being in past years.
    ‘
Kemathothis
!’ I shouted above the wind, pointing at the waves.
    ‘Bravo, Nichi
mou
, you remembered the word for choppy! Isn’t it?’
    He pulled me in towards him and placed his hands around my face, locking us into an infatuated kiss. I felt a surge of lust swell up from the pit of my stomach. In haste we peeled off our clothes, which Christos weighted down with a rock, and ran to the denser, wetter sand.
    I fixed my gaze on the provocative, upward swell of his top lip for a moment, sliding my hands over his body. Then my eyes followed my fingers along the helix of dark hair that ran down his chest, between his nipples and past his stomach to the top of his now swollen cock. He reminded me of the perfectly proportioned illustrations of ancient Olympians I had marvelled over in Classics lessons. I wanted him. I would always want this exquisite man.
    I dropped down to the sand and pulled him on to me. For a minute, he kissed me very deliberately. He touched my cheek, then traced a long path down my neck to my collar bone, out along the curve of my shoulder, down the outside of my arm, before resting his hand on the swell of my hip. There, he gripped me, and as he gripped me, I felt a throbbing between my legs. I was already wet.
    He placed his hands on my breasts, using first his palms and then his fingers to slowly tease my nipples round in feathery circles. I moaned appreciatively and rose up to kiss him. He pushed back with his mouth, and placed lingering, light kisses down along my throat, before dragging his mouth, then his hands, more roughly down the front of my body. Involuntarily I thrust my groin up to meet first his chest, then his face, then kicked my left leg over his shoulder. Grabbing my thigh with his right hand and sliding his left underneath to grip my bottom, he held me there for a moment, then looked up at me, his face serious with desire.
    Christos’s skill as a lover came from knowing intuitively when and how to ravish me. Right now, he knew I wanted it hard and fast. He rose up on to his knees, guided my leg from around him and back onto the sand, then parted my thighs. As he slid his cock into me we both moaned and I gripped onto his taut backside, urging him in deeper.
    Hard and hot, our bodies jarred against each other over and over. I was so focused on the sensation of Christos thrusting up into me that I could no longer tell what was grit or sand or the wind whipping us with foam from the sea, or Christos’s fingers bracing my hips so that he could drive up deeper inside me. This was barely going to last another minute, we were so desperate for one another. Christos wove his hands into my sand-whipped hair and guided my mouth up to his. Three weeks without a kiss and here we were, craving one another like it was the first time. Then with rapid intensity I began to climax and so did he, his orgasm chasing mine, until I, and then Christos ‘Ohhhd’ with pleasure, his fiercer cries carrying further across the sand.
    Afterwards we lay there a while, stuck together with sand and a sense of deep peace. Christos untangled my hair from his fingers, touched them to my lips. It felt so good to remember the raw passion that had drawn us together in the first place.
    Suddenly, Christos looked askance. ‘Nichi
mou
,’ he said, jerking his head towards the frappé seller, ‘he was watching us.’
    I threw my head back into the sand, and laughed with glee. ‘Our first