I say pussy-eating, because, based on the look in his eyes, that’s probably what he was thinking about right at that moment.
I’m only slightly ashamed to admit I was sort of thinking about it too.
And other things.
Christos finally grabbed a box from the display.
“That’s a big box!” I goggled. “How big are those extra large condoms?”
Gulp!
“The box is big because it has a lot of condoms,” he said.
“How many do we need?! Isn’t one enough?”
Christos smirked. “No.”
Double gulp!
“How many are in that box?” I asked.
“Thirty-six,” he said matter-of-factly.
Triple gulp!
“Should I get two boxes?” he asked casually, “so we can have more for tomorrow?”
“Uhhhh….” Part of me wanted to run screaming from the grocery store with my knees clamped together. I wouldn’t be running per se, it would be more of a potato-sack race-hop, but it would be effective. Instead of bolting for the door, I took a good look at Christos.
He was tall. Like, mythically tall. His face was model hot. He was extremely well-built. His chiseled, muscled arms, covered in sexy tattoos, danced hypnotically every time he moved them. I knew from first-hand experience that his eight pack was ribbed and rock hard. I would be lying if I denied that I wanted to learn everything I could about his hard things.
Oh yeah, and I loved him.
I think I was drooling.
Shiver.
Waiter! Check, please!
Oh wait, where was I again?
I think I’d just lost my mind.
Chapter 8
SAMANTHA
When we brought the box of condoms to the cashier, I decided to woman-up and proudly pay for them myself.
The cashier looked sort of like my dad, but had a mustache. Although this made me fidgety and uncomfortable, I was determined to go through with it. I almost blurted, “I’m buying condoms because my boyfriend and I are going to have sex right now.” Instead, I said, “We’re going to fill these up and have a water balloon fight.”
I grimaced because I half expected the guy to ask what we were going to fill them with. Eww.
Christos rubbed the small of my back while we walked to my car. “Well done, Samantha. That wasn’t so bad, was it?”
“Except for the fact the cashier reminded me of my dad.”
“I noticed that.”
“Now it’s like my dad knows I’m about to have sex.”
“I’m pretty sure that guy doesn’t know your dad, but I can run back inside and give him your parents’ number, if you want,” Christos joked. “He can call them and let them know.”
“No, don’t!”
“Totally kidding,” he smiled.
I huffed a sigh, “Is it possible to have my anxiety surgically removed?” I asked.
“I don’t think so. But my bet is that you’re going to forget your own name in about an hour. An hour after that, you won’t even know what planet you’re on. And then…”
“Whoa, how long does sex take? I thought it was like ten or fifteen minutes, tops.”
“Maybe with an ordinary mortal,” he winked. “You might want to consider clearing you calendar for the rest of the week.”
“Get in the car!” I ordered. “Now!”
“Yes, ma’am,” he grinned, and casually swung himself into the passenger seat of my VW.
If there were any stops signs or red lights between the grocery store and my apartment, I may have skipped one or two of them.
I was burning up when I pulled into my parking space and turned off the car. My nipples were tight against the cups of my bra. My panties were noticeably damp. I squirmed in my seat while my heart raced. I looked over at Christos.
“So, um, from this point forward,” I said nervously, “you’re pretty much in charge, because I have no idea how this is supposed to work.”
He leveled a penetrating gaze at me. “You’re sure?”
“Yes.”
“Well, you still have the safe word, just in case.”
“You mean grapes?” I asked.
“Yeah.”
“I don’t think I’m going to need any fruit tonight. I’ve got you,” I winked.
“You going to peel my banana?”
“What?” I was confused. “Oh! No! Gross!”
He chuckled as we got out of the car. I held the bag with the condoms in my hand.
“Stay right there.”
“Okay.”
Christos came around to my side and picked me up. I wrapped my legs around his waist and we instantly started kissing. His tongue probed deeply into my mouth. I welcomed it. Our tongues danced and explored as our lips twisted wetly together.
We continued kissing while he carried me up the stairs to my apartment.
“I have to warn you,” he cautioned, “once we walk through this door, you may never want to come out.”
“I’m okay with that.”
Christos carried me inside and with a soft click, closed the door behind us.
I don’t know how long we made out in the living room with Christos holding me in his arms. My legs got tired at some point, but the way his strong hands cupped my ass made me want to stay right where I was. Not because I was scared to go further, but because he was kneading my ass, which sent pleasurable jolts rocketing throughout my entire body.
I was vaguely aware of the fact that his rock hard arms were like steel, and he never seemed to tire, like he could hold me up forever. His unshakable strength made me even hotter.
Eventually, I did drop the bag of condoms on the floor.
Christos gave a throaty chuckle. “Maybe we should use those.”
“I’m ready when you are,” I smiled.
He squatted down, still holding me with one arm, picked up the bag, and carried me into my bedroom.
He set me down on the bed and looked at me. He was so impressively tall. From this angle, he looked like a mountain towering above me.
“Are you nervous?” he asked softly.
“A little,” I said in a quavering voice. By a little, I meant more nervous than I’ve ever been in my entire life.
