Body and Soul by Roberta Latow Page A

time of Marisol’s tragic death. But seeing him unexpectedly, the years had rolled back and she had momentarily forgotten what had happened.
    ‘Why has it taken you so long to return here to your lovely house, your beautiful things?’ asked Sebastian.
    ‘I don’t know. I think I got swallowed up by the life I thought I had to have. I allowed myself to be sold a bill of goods about growing old, gracefully slipping out of the limelight of success before I was defeated by younger or more beautiful women on the make. As I once was and am no longer.’
    ‘Lovers?’ asked Sebastian.
    ‘Occasional dull ones. Men who have forgotten about the naughty side of their sexual lives – or if they haven’t are out there with younger women playing dirty old men and are too cautious with me.’
    Sebastian’s food arrived and he and Eden finished their meal together through the many interruptions by locals who stopped by to greet them and offer drinks. Sebastian was well loved by the Hydriots and seeing him with Eden started tongues wagging. They thought of Sebastian as the stud of the island for there were not many foreign women who arrived in Hydra and left without him bedding them. That counted for a great deal with the Greeks’ both men and women, who either envied Sebastian or yearned after him.
    Sebastian insisted that Eden and he go to the port to one of the cafes for a night cap. She did not need too much persuasion. Being with him had rolled back the years; the sheer charm and sexiness of the man rubbed off him and on to her. He was a master of seduction and it felt so good to Eden she could think of nothing else but the joy, the sheer delight, of being wooed for sex and satisfaction by a handsome stud like Sebastian.
    They left the cafe arm in arm and walked round the crescent-shaped port, past the fishing boats bobbing up and down in the water. They listened to the sound of the waves slapping against the wooden hulls, the quiet of the night, and were embraced by a nearly full moon and a black sky strewn with bright twinkling stars. Away from the port they climbed through the narrow streets of cobblestones and whitewashed walls and stopped to kiss. Several kisses later their hunger for each other peaked and Sebastian picked Eden up in his arms and carried her the rest of the way to his house.
    Eden, overwhelmed by his passion for her, was naked to the waist by the time he carried her over the threshold. His hands roamed over her breasts and she felt herself melting with desire to be ravaged by Sebastian. That was the way he made love to women: by ravaging them with his lust for all things erotic, not with love and tenderness.
    Sebastian recognised Eden’s sexual hunger and that for him was always an aphrodisiac in a woman. It was in haste that he climbed out of his clothes and stood naked in front of Eden, tantalising her with his body. So firm and masculine, so rampant with lust. He was a joy to look at, to touch. She caressed him with searching hands and kissed his flesh, licked it, nibbled on his nipples, rubbed her face across his chest, caressed his buttocks and slipped her finger down the crack that divided its muscular cheeks. The look of pleasure on his face drove her on to take his erect phallus into her mouth and deep into her throat while she caressed his ample testes.
    Until Sebastian, Eden had forgotten how much she missed a man such as he, how much she missed lust, sex unbound.
    Sebastian quite suddenly had had enough. He swept Eden offher feet and carried her to his bed. There he placed her on her knees facing away from him and took her in one fell swoop. He thrust deeply into her and fucked her with long and steady movements that gave her maximum pleasure, while he caressed her breasts and bottom, kissed the back of her neck and sucked on her ear lobes. Eden had multiple orgasms that came swiftly one after the other and called out to the heavens from the pain of such exquisite pleasure.

Chapter 5
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