The Total Sum of Two

Chapter 11

Gregory drops you off at your unit, making sure you get inside safely.  You confirm that the groceries are paid for, he just needs to give your name at pick up and you remind him of the time of pick up.

“Got it,” he says giving you a quick kiss on the lips and heading back out the door.

Time tickes by slowly as you glance at the wall clock repeatedly.  What’s taking him so long?  It’s a ten minute drive to the store, so unless they have people ahead of him, he should be back by now!

Looking down at your phone, hoping for a text, you suddenly realize, you don’t have his phone number.  What if something happens to him?  How would I know?  No one would know to contact me.  Is his boss his emergency contact?  I don’t think his boss likes me, I doubt he’d tell me!

After another five minutes you start chewing on your thumbnail, getting up and pacing.  You check out the window every few seconds but still don’t see any sign of him.  You’re starting to feel sick to your stomach when what sounds like a kick, comes from your front door.

Running forward you throw it open without even looking through the peep hole.  You’re met with an indescribable mound of groceries that must be Gregory. 

“Help,” he mumbles from behind the four 12 packs of soda.

You take two off the top and reveal his face.  He smiles, “Hi.  This is rather heavy, can I come in?”

Feeling stupid you stand back, moving the 12 packs off to the side so he doesn’t trip over them.  He walks straight into the kitchen, looking back over his shoulder.  “More help?”

You unload the last two 12 packs so that he can begin sliding the grocery bags off his arms.

"I did it all in one trip!" He smiles smugly but out of breath.

“What is all this?”

“Groceries!”  He says beaming at you.

“This is more food than I had on my Instacart.  Did they give you the wrong order?” You're looking around dumbfounded at the stacks of food brought in.

“Nope.  I decided since I was there, I would add a few things that I wanted.”

“Then part of this goes to your house.  How are we going to separate it?”

He walks forward and gently cups your face.  “I was kind of hoping, it could stay at your place.  I sort of like sharing my meals with you.”

You’re still freaked out about him being late.  The worry and anxiousness have you turning your head away.

“Hey,” he comments, turning your face back to his.  “What’s wrong?  I don't have to eat here if its a big deal.”

“Do you realize that I don’t have your number or any of your information?”  You close your eyes, trying to calm your nerves and heartbeat.  “You’ve been gone for over an hour, on a twenty minute errand.  I was scared to death that something had happened to you and I wouldn't ever know!”

Your voice breaks and a tear escapes, sliding down your cheek. 

"Shh," he says as he wipes away your tear and pulls you tightly into his embrace.  ‘I’m sorry.  I didn’t mean to scare you.  I was just trying to save time.  I didn't want to leave and go back out later.”

He pulls back to look you in the face.  “I’m really sorry sweetheart.  No.  I didn’t realize we don’t have each others numbers, it never dawned on me.  It just feels like I’ve known you forever.”

You simply nod and allow him to pull you back into his embrace.  

Once you’ve calmed down he points at the groceries. “Perhaps we should put these away?”

You nod, looking a little chagrined.  “I hope there’s space for all this...”

He turns with a sexy boy smile, “Honey you have nothing in your fridge or cupboards, I’m sure there will be plenty of room for all this."

You give him a scowl but know that he’s right.  Grabbing the first 12 pack of soda you begin emptying it into the fridge.

“I didn’t realize you were such a pop fan!”  You say, after the third 12 pack.

“Me?  Nah, I only drink it once in a while."  He looks over his shoulder at you with a direct look.  "However, I have noticed a certain someone grabs one whenever she gets a chance.  I figured this would save some money.”  He bops you on the nose and turns back to the cabinet to unload cereal and essentials.

When you finish with the soda you glance up at Gregory before standing up.  You didn’t notice, you were too upset earlier.  You stand up and close the fridge with a giant evil smile. 

Ooh that man has one fine ass!  Just look at how those blue jeans hug that sexy ass.  You stand there in appreciation for a few minutes longer.  He’s reaching up to place something on a top shelf, his biceps bulging under his shirt sleeves, back muscles pronounced through his shirt.  Hmm, you sigh to yourself.  No boy in High School EVER looked this tasty. Boys might be attractive but a man?  Correction, this man wins the day.  This sexy devil that changed his clothes to deliberately please me.  This man that claims to only want me. This man; is the most attractive thing on the planet right now and all I  want to take a bite out of him!

You casually grab the last bag of groceries from the table, slip behind Gregory him towards the pantry and pinch his ass on the way.

Instead of a jump or a holler like you expect, your ass is simply pinched back.  You, however, holler.

“Hey!  That’s mine!”

He smiles with his eyebrow raised, “You pinched first.”

You smile right back.  “Well, I couldn’t exactly do what I wanted to, so I settled for that.”  You state as you turn away pretending to put groceries away.

He turns around, takes the grocery bag and places it on the counter.  Pulling you seductively close, he pins you to the pantry. 

“And just what, may I ask, were you wanting to do?”  He bends his head and starts kissing your neck, knowing the exact spot that you like.

Your head is goes back to give him access but then you bring it forward and whisper.  “BITE IT”, as you bite his ear instead.

A lustful growl is emitted and he bites down on your neck.  You don't know what it is about that spot but his licking and kissing it to soothe it better is sending you off.  

Shit!  Your entire lower half just ignited into flames. You don’t know why and you suddenly don’t care.  You pull his head up and smash your lips into his. The heat only continues to build between you.  It’s as if you can’t get enough of him, you can’t get close enough.  You feel as if you need to climb into his skin and even then it wouldn’t be close enough.

Unable to control it any longer, you let out a low, anguished moan.  Gregory looks up into your eyes, lifts you up and carries you to the bedroom.

 ***

Out of breath and having just had the best orgasm of your life, you lay spent with Gregory on top of you.  He leans down and kisses your forehead.  He then rolls over, taking you with him and placing you on top.

“Wow,” you comment, looking down at his smug smile. 

His hands are roaming up and down your back, making side trips over your ass.    

“So," he says, squeezing your butt playfully.  "It’s a man in blue jeans. Duly noted, I’ll definitely be wearing them more often.”

You smack him on the chest, “Not just ANY MAN in blue jeans”.

His eyes darken and his hands move down to cup your hips.  He hadn’t pulled out and you can feel him getting hard again. 

He sits you up, cowgirl style and rotates his hips, just once.  “Well, that’s the best news I’ve ever heard because I am no where near done with you yet!”

***

Warm breath travels up your back and then back down.  It’s followed by tiny kisses with intermittent licks.  You can feel your hair being moved from your neck, only to be replaced by the lips that had just been seducing your back.  Hands reach down and grasp your bare buttocks as you arch into the man behind you.  Feelings of desire beginning to ignite.  Those big hands roam forward onto your stomach, splaying gently and pulling you back against a hard chest and already fully aroused man. Moans escape you as you bite your lip, anticipating the moment those hands will reach their destination at your breasts.

BEEP…BEEP…BEEP

You reach out and slam your alarm, angry that your dream was interrupted once again.  

There's a twitch behind you, a five o’clock shadow rubbing against your shoulder, and large hands suddenly grasp your breasts. 

“I was trying to wake you before the bloody alarm,” Gregory says against your skin.

You turn in his arms, feeling delicious and extremely happy that it wasn’t a dream.  “I thought you were part of my dream,” you mumble against his lips.

“Have sexy dreams often do you?”  He asks as his lips graze your collar bone and start downward.

You gasp as he tugs your n****e into his mouth.  “Actually only this past week,” you mutter incoherently as your nails cling to his back.

“Been dreaming of me doing naughty things to you have you?”  

He doesn’t even seem phased, just bites your belly button, continuing his foreplay.

You brain suddenly clicks on.  Have I been dreaming of Gregory?  I don’t want to analyze anything at this moment but your brain won’t shut up. Am I feeling the way I did in those dreams?  Is that why his touch feels familiar?  I did  just think it was a dream before my alarm went off.  It felt the same, in every way.

You hear a low growl as Gregory bites your bottom lip.  

“Stop thinking, you’re killing the mood.”  He looks up at you pouting.  You smile, cup his face, and kiss him whole heartedly.

“I was thinking about you.”

“Well, think about me another time, BE with me right now.” 

“As you wish” you say. 

You push him off and onto his back. At your first bite in your attack, he relaxes, letting you take over.