Melina Breaking Free. Dimitra Mantheakis

natural ambition, barriers cutting her off even from those things that anyone else would consider to be normal and expected. She was in a hole, never expecting to ever find her way out into the light of day, never to be able to spew out the bottled-up sentiments that were choking her. At this moment, with its burden of sentiments, Melina, who could feel Sarantos’ hands touching her lightly and gently, as if she were fragile as crystal and experiencing a wave of tenderness emanating from his words and actions, wanted to think of nothing else and nobody else. She was the one taking the decisions that influenced her actions and not the mores of society, she said to herself tossing her full head of hair aside into a crack in the rocks. Sarantos strong hands moved across her back, stroking her from the base of her neck to her buttocks. She let her head fall back, allowing his mouth to explore her lips her neck and the top of her full breasts. Her young flesh woke, putting forth pressing demands which, fired by passionate kisses and sensual caresses, became a need that insisted on immediate satisfaction. Distant and frigid Melina had metamorphosed into a living flame, feeling for the first time in her life that someone else was totally dependant on her wants and on her approval or rejection in order to proceed to the next level. She had been unaware that Sarantos had achieved some expertise in the management of matters of the flesh. Or was it perhaps her own submissiveness that guided her to take the right steps to gain that total knowledge and to excite every cell of her body?

      Suddenly she was overcome by a sensation of having total power, even if this complete dominance had only one object, Sarantos. Melina wanted to travel along the entire route without caring if she came up against a dead-end at its end. The future had no connection or dependence on the present and she wanted, with all her will, to remain enmeshed in this warm embrace and to taste the present…

      As if she had years of experience she cupped his face with her long slender fingers, tasting his lips with light bites and then pressed her mouth against his, wanting to suck out his very soul with deep and exhilarating kisses. She felt him moan and shake in reaction to her passionate response. At one moment Sarantos getting his breath back murmured, “Stop now, my Melina, I won’t be able to control myself if you stop me later, if you don’t want me to go on…”

      “I don’t want to stop you!” Melina said, out of breath. “Teach me everything, show me everything, right now!”

      Sarantos hugged her with an iron grip against his body and Melina felt herself being pressed below her abdomen by a part of his body that she had only seen in statues. The evidence of his response to her made her shiver in anticipation as to what was to follow and which she was now more than ready to accept. Only he could give her what she wanted, here and now…

      Sarantos pulled down the material of her neckline and her round and heavy breasts spilled out before his eyes. The youth caught his breath at the magnificent sight. Unable to control himself he stroked every curve and her nipples became hard to his touch. He put his head between them, licking every inch as Melina hugged him tightly to her afraid that he might stop this enthralling sensual exploration. Waves of electricity coursed through her body making her feel such tenderness and such heat between her legs that it was almost painful for her. Her passion was so intrusive, so hot, so demanding that it made her vision blur and created a sensation of dizziness that welled up from her stomach.

      Sarantos lifted her dress over her head, placing it on the rock to keep it dry and then took off her panties. Melina was not wearing a bra. The girl was completely naked now in front of him with her perfect curves exposed to his view and to his wandering hands. The sight of her beauty burned him like a hot wind in a summer drought. He lifted her up in his arms and put her down on his jacket that he had spread out on the sand. When he leaned over her Melina impatiently unbuttoned his trousers and without any hesitation or shame stroked his penis that had become as hard as steel for her. “Don’t Melina, don’t!” he implored her. “Not yet, please!”

      Melina stopped stroking him and waited. He opened her legs wide and lay on top of her. His moved his member slowly up and down along her Mound of Venus, stroking her clitoris and the outer part of her vagina with his erection. A cry broke free from her mouth as she pulled herself even closer to him, following his movements.”Don’t stop! Don’t stop!” she shouted in a hoarse voice, as if any man could have checked his passion at that stage. Sarantos wanted to make the foreplay last as long as possible to make her reach the heights of longing. He had been in love with her for so many years and now that she was giving herself to him he sought to reach the limits of his will, which, to tell the truth, he was about to exhaust, in order to give her the greatest possible pleasure. Her immediate response, in reverse proportion to her customary iciness and her refusal to allow anyone to read her sentiments, including her very closest circle, was an unexpected, or rather, a welcome surprise for him that made him melt with tenderness tightly interwoven with strong desire…

      Sarantos looked at her face and Melina responded by exploring his, her eyes half-closed with heavy eyelids. Melina discerned a tension such as she had never seen before. He resembled a hunter who had finally trapped his prey, looking as if the only object of importance was the valuable quarry which in this instance was she. But her pursuer at this moment was trapped between her two legs and instead of being the hunter, he was the quarry and had been totally conquered…

      With an impatient movement the young man unbuttoned his shirt that stood as the only obstacle between him and the nakedness of her flesh. In front of Melina’s eyes was spread the largest, widest expanse of smooth male skin that she had ever seen. Tight muscles were folded under its surface, inviting her to touch them to test their strength and endurance. She lifted her head and with her mouth found his nipples which she sucked on, just as he had sucked hers, with the same sensuality. Sarantos shivered bodily and his skin stood up in goose-bumps, thrilling her. He then turned sideways and started stroking her vagina slowly, gently, arousing her, centimeter by centimeter, sending waves of pleasure and warmth through her body. With a touch as gentle as that of a feather he stroked the length of the inside of her legs, not stopping. He leaned forward and with his tongue he touched her private parts. Her body responded with an involuntary spasm and her lips, beyond control now, begged him to touch her again with his manhood. Her hands tried to pull his head up towards her face, holding him tightly and digging her nails into his flesh because she had run out of patience in her anticipation of reaching another, higher, peak of pleasure…

      At last his penis was back between her legs and was playing again around the periphery of her opening, guided by his hand. Then, slowly, carefully, he put the tip of his erection into the opening of her vagina. He pushed forward a little with his hips and then drew back. A cry came from Melina’s lips.

      ”Don’t leave me, don’t stop!”

      Again his erection toyed inside her, for a little while longer, a little deeper. The girl grabbed him between his thighs and with as much strength as she could muster she stuck him to her in order not to allow him to try and withdraw as he had done before. She felt the large hot entry of his member sealing her vaginal cavity, moving inward, bit by bit. A momentary sensation of pain was immediately drowned out by passion and her desire to climax. Now he was completely inside her, deep in her interior, and she wanted nothing else in the world at this moment. Every deep thrust made her groan and her hands sought to confirm that he was fully inside her. The lower part of her body moved without guidance, on its own, to the rhythm of his movements, stuck to his body and sending such strong waves of pleasure that she thought she was about to lose her mind…

      Their rhythm soon became more intense, more frantic, and suddenly a bolt of lightning appeared to burst inside her; a new sensation bringing satisfaction that she never before could have imagined. Her body shuddered from the overwhelming orgasm that continued vibrating in her, up and down, prolonging the infinite sweetness. After a few seconds she felt Sarantos’ convuslion deep inside her and heard his cry of release. They continued moving for a little while longer with their bodies together with the intent of prolonging for as long as possible the exquisite mutual feeling of utter bliss.

      “I love you, Melina!” whispered Sarantos, pulling himself carefully out of her vagina to lie next to her. Melina felt wetness in her private parts; the wetness that was evidence of the pinnacle of the unexpected carnal pleasure she had just experienced. “So this then is the sexual act!” she thought. “It’s