The Total Sum of Two

Chapter 9

He leans down, tenderly touching his lips to yours, as if asking permission.  Your answer is a solid YES!  As you begin to respond, kissing him back, your arms tighten around his neck.   You pull his face closer to yours and he changes the angle of the kiss, walking over to the couch and sitting down.  Both of his hands are free now, to roam and caress as they choose.

You love his hair. It's thick, black, wavy, and soft as an animal’s fur.  Not many men your age still have thick hair or any hair left.  Many choose to just shave it all off, so you’re going to enjoy this playground every single chance you get.  I wonder,  you start thinking to yourself, is his body hair just as thick?  Wait, is it like all over his body?  Not sure if I'd find that attractive.  Psh what are you thinking?  Of course you would, it’s on this gorgeous body.

Gregory releases your lips and looks up into your eyes. 

“Not in the mood?”

You look back at him confused, “What do you mean? I was kissing you back.”

He shakes his head and deposits you on the cushion next to him, standing up he gets pillows for under your foot.  You grab his hand as he starts to head to the kitchen.

“Wait…”

He turns back, giving you a raised eyebrow.

“Perhaps I was a tiny bit distracted, but I was still thinking about you I swear!  Are you mad?”

He raises both eyebrows now. “And just what were you thinking about besides kissing me?  You didn’t seem to have that problem this morning.”

You feel the heat rush to your cheeks in embarrassment but know you have no way out of this but to explain.

“Well, this morning was new and exciting…”

He walks into the kitchen, grabs the frozen peas and marches back.

“You’re saying that after an eight hour work day, on our first day of this relationship, that my kisses are now no longer exciting?  Wow…”  He throws the frozen veggies on your ankle and you wince.

“No!  Wait!  Ugh, you didn’t let me finish!”

He stands next to you, hands on his hips.  “Okay, finish.”

“Well now you’re mad at me,” you grump as you reach over to adjust the vegetables.  “All I was doing was relishing the feel of your hair through my fingers.”  You say as you turn your head away and scowl at the floor.  In a smaller voice you add, “And wondering if the rest of your body hair felt as good.”

Your confession is met by silence.  Nothing, not a sound and now you’re really worried.  Well, that’s just great.  First real guy interested in me in a millennia and I ruin it the first day. I’m doomed to sexy dreams only forever.  WHY? Why am I the way I am? Because he just felt so good! I couldn’t help myself…  Fine.  Note to self, be more responsive while daydreaming.

You glance back over your shoulder to find Gregory still standing in the same spot with his hands still on his hips.  However, he’s now staring at the floor and it appears he’s trying to stop the smirk on his face from blooming into a full blown smile and laugh.

“Are you laughing at me?”

He shakes his head no but covers his mouth and coughs.

“You are!”  You grab the pillow next to you and hurl it at his head.  He dodges just in time and it only skims his shoulder.  “Rude!  I share something PRIVATE with you and you just want to make fun of me?”  You start mumbling under your breath, “See if I ever compliment you again, in my head or otherwise. Sexy man my ass, rude ass if you ask me.”

He can’t help it anymore and he begins to laugh out loud.  You wish you could get up and storm out of the room but with your ankle it would ruin the affect.

You glower over at him, “Thanks for the ride, you can see yourself out.”

There’s a gleam in his eye as he shakes his head no and walks around the couch to sit next to you.  You try to scoot over but it’s impossible with your gimpy ankle.  Out of the corner of your eye you can see movement. Unable to resist you turn, suddenly confused but extremely happy.

“What are you doing?” you ask coyly.  

He’s busy rolling up his shirt sleeves and has already loosened his tie, collar button undone.

He doesn’t look up, instead concentrates on his actions. “If I remember correctly,” he looks up at you, his task complete, “you find this look to be ‘damn sexy’.”

Your eyes open wide, “How do you know that?" you ask.  "I've never said that out loud!”

He grins and moves in closer to you.  “There are times you don’t have to say anything love, I just know.”

“But how…” 

He places a finger over your lips to shush you.  “I’m right, aren’t I?”

You nod against his finger, eyes trapped in the liquid heat of his.  He smiles and his dimples just add to the overall appeal.  Damn, I'm done for.

“Bend your knee,” he tells you as he picks you up and places you back on his lap, this time straddling him.

“Oh,” you say with a smile of your own.  “I take it you’re not mad at me anymore?”

He shakes his head adding, “I don’t think I could ever stay mad at you."  He pokes you in the side of the head, "Not with how your crazy mind works.”

You should be insulted but instead, give him a sly look.  “Hmm, so what are we doing now?”

“Well,” he comments, scooting you higher on his lap.  He reaches up to outline your lips with his thumb.  “I was quite enjoying myself earlier and I figure, if the only distraction is my hair…”

He leans into you and licks the side of your neck, finding a spot a few inches below your ear and nibbling.  Oh s**t, okay, I like this.  Keep going.

“Then I decided we should pick up where we left off... And you should feel free to find out for yourself.”  

He bites down on your neck, licking and sucking to soothe it better.

Déjà vu hits you.  This feeling, this desire…your dreams!  He just bit the exact spot on your neck that set you off in your dream the other night.

You reach down and grab his head, raising it to ravish his lips.  Just like in your dream, he has set off fireworks in your bloodstream and from the feel of him, his blood is running hot too.

He has masterfully taken over your mouth, your body and your brain.  Of its own accord your hand slips in between the buttons of his dress shirt.  Your fingers find a small smattering of chest hair, not as thick but definitely just as soft.  Another zing courses through you and you begin to undo his troublesome buttons that are in your way.

His hands have been under your shirt and all over your back since before you started your  own exploration.  With his shirt unbuttoned and the tails pulled free from his pants, his hands roam up your back to bra clasp.  You arch your back, pushing your chest forward, to grant him better access.  You needn’t have worried.  It was unclasped and the straps sliding down your arms in seconds.  Should you be impressed that he snagged one arm and pulled the strap through your sleeve in seconds?  To only then grab the other arm and slide it your bra completely off and out?  Damn this man has talent, you think and then that thought is obliterated as his hands move upward and cup your breasts.

Multiple searing kisses later and he pulls back, resting his forehead on yours.  “We should probably stop before I can’t.”  You have no breath so you simply nod as he pulls you in close and just holds you.

“Damn,” you comment when you’ve gained enough air to speak.  You feel his chest move as he chuckles. 

“That’s a definite compliment compared to earlier,” he states. You smack his chest and he laughs even harder as he picks up your hand and kisses it.

“This,” he says as he looks into your eyes, “is what I want to do every time I see you.  You drive me, absolutely crazy.”

You sit up a little and look him squarely in the face.  “But…why?”

He rubs his hand over his jaw, “This again huh?”

You nod.  “I get you,” he raises his eyebrows.  “You’re over forty and could still pass for early thirties.  Grey or silver hair on a man is distinguished, dignified, or sexy.  You can work out and gain muscles, stop drinking soda and lose twenty pounds.  It’s not the same for women and of course, a hot male is going to want a hot female to be with.  Even twenty pounds over weight and we’re suddenly lazy or simply out of shape.  God didn’t dish out hormones fairly,” you pout.

He turns your face back towards him.  “Did it just feel like I don’t find you attractive?”

“Most men can get off with any female; just give them a willing, somewhat attractive woman…”

He tugs on your chin hard.  “Stop comparing me to these ‘other’ men.  I told you, I am NOT like other men.”

He puts his head back then brings it forward.  “Okay, for right now let me explain it like this.  In my family, we believe in ‘soul mates’.  We believe that we have chosen mates just for us, by our Goddess.  Before our mate arrives, yes we may play the field, ‘get off’ as you say with willing, beautiful women.”

He tucks your hair behind your ear, his eyes roaming your face lovingly.  “However, when we find our chosen mate, that’s it, no other woman is even attractive anymore.”  You raise an eyebrow and pucker in disbelief.

He chuckles, “Okay...okay, they can be pretty or beautiful but that’s different from attractive.  Why would we want a woman who is just one of those things when our mate is all three in one?”

“So, you believe in a Goddess?  What exactly is your religion?  It sounds kind of cool.”

He throws his head back in defeat.  “Really?!  I’m trying to tell you that you are all those things to me and all you got from it is ‘what’s my religion’?  Lord woman, you are all sorts of frustrating!”

You crawl up his chest, placing a chaste kiss his chin. “I heard you, but you have to understand something.  I look in the mirror every day.  While I don’t think I look bad, certainly not ugly, I don’t see this attractiveness you’re talking about.  You see me in one way and I see me in another.  You’re going to  have to give me some time to accept the things you're saying about me. Okay?  I need to learn that its okay to accept that someone sees me better than I see myself and that its a good thing.”

His head rises and he gives you a sound kiss on the lips.  “Okay.  Just promise me you’ll not just discredit what I say because it’s not what you see right away, alright?”

You nod and snuggle back down into his arms.  He tightens his grip around you and kisses the top of your head.