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FIRST BLUSH
Chapter 2
For a few seconds my eyes were the only things that could move. I drank him in. Greg stood at the side of the bed watching me. I wondered what I looked like, splayed on the pillows, a boneless jellyfish of satisfaction.
"Hi," I said.
He laughed. "Yeah. Hi."
Then his gaze got sexy and intense again. He slowly started unbuttoning his shirt. I didn't think I'd be able to get turned on again so soon but the moment he looked at me like that the room got hotter.
Greg took off his shirt. His skin looked naturally tan in the fading light coming in through the window. His shoulders looked even wider without the shirt on. He had just the tiniest beginning curve of a belly. I thought I saw a smattering of light brown hair on his chest, but in the dimming light I couldn't be sure.
He kept looking at me while he undid his belt and fly, and took off his pants. He was wearing black boxer briefs. His thighs were bigger, more muscular than I'd expected. My mouth went dry and my tongue stuck to the roof of my mouth.
Suddenly I could move.
I crawled to him. When I reached the edge of the bed I got up on my knees and opened my arms. He stepped into him, and I hugged him, pressing every part of my body that I could up against his. I tucked my face into his neck and nuzzled my nose against him, breathing him in.
My heart bloomed open. I know a lot of people don't believe in love at first sight, or maybe love at first fuck, but I knew what I felt. I didn't ever want to be with anyone else.
"I'll never know how to thank you," I mumbled into his neck.
He barked out one loud burst of laughter.
"You?
You'll
never know how to thank
me
?
When he put it like that it did sound kind of silly.
I kissed down his chest. I had to get off the bed to be able to continue my descent. No more slow. I had to hurry. I kissed down his stomach. I kissed his hip through his underwear. I breathed warm air onto the fabric over his cock.
I pulled his underwear down and his cock sprang free, standing up large and prominent just inches from my face.
God yes.
"You're so beautiful," I said.
I went to put him in my mouth.
"No," he said.
"No?"
Greg shook his head and offered me his hand to help me up, but I just knelt there staring at him.
"But—"
He shook his head again. "The next few minutes are all about you."
"Minutes?" I asked teasingly.
"Yeah," he said, his voice got low and husky. "After that it's all about us."
I licked my lips, which were suddenly dry.
"Come on baby, lie down on the bed," he said.
I got up and laid down on the bed, face up. Greg made a motion with his hand for me to roll over and I did. I grabbed a pillow and put it under my head and turned my face toward the window. Greg moved my arms and settled them near my head.
I heard him open a drawer in the bedside table.
What was he doing?
I thought I heard his hands rub together.
He rubbed my shoulders for a minute. Oh, yum.
"God that's great."
"The body oil?"
"No, you."
"Years of practice all designed to entrap unsuspecting redheaded mathematicians."
"Yeah. Well, it's working. It's worked."
He did that for a minute more and then said, "Okay, this is a tantra thing."
Tantra?
He put both his hands on one of my ankles and glided his hands up my leg, over the muscles on one cheek of my ass, diagonally over my back, around one shoulder, and back down again without stopping in one long stroke. It was like he splayed his hands and closed them like the movements of a butterfly.
Then he did the other side, the same long, long stroke. It was the most sensual thing I'd ever experienced. He was putting me in some sort of trance.
It felt too good for words. How could this be possible?
"Stupor," I managed to say.
Bombs exploded. I jerked. Firecrackers. Oh. It was Memorial Day. I forgot.
He rubbed a small circle at the very base of my spine, then an even smaller circle at the small of my back, and a few more circles up at calculated intervals.
Chakras?
Greg did the long strokes again I went back into the incredible erotic daze. Greg traced his fingers down the crack of my ass.
Oh fuck yeah.
I felt something cold and gel-like squirt onto my asshole. Lube? Holy crap, was that lube? I tightened up.
"Eli? Say no, and we can stop right now. Say no, and we can stop at any time."
My heart was squeezed in a giant fist. I forced it to unconstrict.
"I don't want to stop," I whispered.
Greg very gently inserted one finger into me.
"Oh fuck," I whispered.
He moved his finger slightly, and I pushed back against him.
"Greg!" I yelled.
It was utterly foreign. My eyeballs rolled up into my head. I rotated my hips and my ass and squeezed my hands into fists and grit my teeth.
"More, Greg, more. Please. More."
He chuckled, and it was the best sound I'd ever heard in my life. "Okay baby, whatever you want."
Greg moved his finger in and out. My eyelids fluttered. The sound of my panting was so loud. It was like my panting was a roar; it was all I could hear. My brain threw curses at me one after another, but there was no way my mouth could form words.
The whole world was Greg.
He paused for a millisecond, and it felt like an eternity. He slowly stretched me apart, then waiting. I couldn't even tell what he was doing, all I could tell was that everything felt good. Maybe he was moving his fingers in different patterns?
I couldn't think.
He withdrew his fingers. More cold lube. His cock poised at my entrance. Pause.
Oh God, Greg. Pleasepleasepleasepleaseplease.
It was like all my senses, were concentrated right there. Very slowly, very gently, Greg pushed his way in. The head of his cock pushed past, and then inch by inch he slid further in.
