Reckless

He sat down on the bed beside me. He no longer felt imposing. He felt protective. His hand stroked my cheek, brushing my hair aside. “It’s okay, agapi mou. Right now, I bet your head is telling your heart to be careful. It’s trying to protect it the best way it knows how. But I think if you look into your heart, you will realize how much I love you.”

I gazed up into his eyes. “I do love you, Christos. More than I know how to say. I love you…but I’m still nervous.” I was afraid my reluctance would break the fledgling magical enchantment that surrounded us and ruin the mood before we could go all the way. At the same time, I was frightened of what was supposed to come next between a man and woman in love.

“You know what?” he asked.

I suddenly feared the worst.

“You just need to relax. You’re never going to enjoy this if you don’t.”

“That’s what I’m afraid of,” I murmured while my eyes teared. I covered my face with my hands. I didn’t want him to see my fear.

I felt gentle fingers on my wrists, pulling my hands away.

“Don’t worry, agapi mou. I’ll show you how. Lie down.”

My heart seized, afraid of what came next. Old memories of Damian punched my heart.

Bitch. Slut. Whore…

I wanted to sob, but I did my best to hold it back.

Christos looked at me with ultimate concern in his eyes. “What is it, agapi mou?”

“It’s Damian,” I hitched, “I can’t stop thinking about that night. Like it’s happening right now. Like, any second, I might change my mind, and if I do, you’ll get angry and yell at me and throw me out.”

He smiled. “I can’t throw you out of your own apartment.” His grin was so friendly, so comforting, it calmed me. “Besides, Lamian isn’t in this room. It’s just the two of us.”

I giggled when he said “Lamian.” He was right. I didn’t want phantoms from my past invading my present. I steeled myself and did my best to prepare. “Okay, I’m ready.”

“You’re not relaxing.”

“I…I don’t know how!” I pleaded, about to shed tears.

“You will in a second. Turn over.”

“What?” I was scared to death, convinced my nervousness was going to ruin all of this.

SAMANTHA

“I’m going to give you a massage,” Christos said. He stood up and pulled his boots off, then slid my shoes off my feet before climbing back onto the bed.

“Oh.” I rolled onto my stomach. His weight shifted then I felt warm, powerful hands squeeze the muscles around my neck and shoulder blades through my t-shirt in a pulsating rhythm. “Oh!”

“You like that?” I heard him grinning.

“Yes. It’s…exquisite.”

“Good.”

He continued massaging, pressing, releasing, squeezing, relaxing. It was so soothing. Then his hands slid down my back, sending a jolt through my body. They changed direction at my pelvis and pushed back up toward my neck. He did this repeatedly, like he was forcing the bad energy out the top of my head. I sighed about a hundred times. It felt really, really good.

His hands continued their pattern, but he added another piece. When his palms reach my shoulder blades, they circled out and down my arms. His skin touched mine and I shivered. I felt goose bumps prickling up the backs of my arms. I shivered from head to toe.

After awhile, he changed things up again, and pressed his thumbs deeply into the knots between my shoulder blades.

“Oh, god,” I blurted.

“Right there?” he chuckled.

“How did I get so tense?”

He laughed. “You’re probably like this all the time and never notice.”

“What?”

“This is your normal state. Or at least, it’s what you’ve become accustomed to. I’m trying to work you down to a more relaxed state. One you probably haven’t experienced since you were a little kid.”

I scoffed. “I doubt I was relaxed, even as a kid. You’ve met my parents.”

“You might be right. I guess that means you’re in for a treat. I’m going to knead all these knots out of your body until you’re a heap of floppy flesh.”

“Eww!” I giggled.

“You’re going to love it,” he purred as he slid his hands down and firmly clenched my ass.

I jerked as jolty pleasure sizzled in my hips.

He slid his hands down the sides of my legs, then pressed firmly as he slid his palms up the backs of them. His thumbs dug into the bottom of my butt, pressing up around my tail bone and finally curving across the crests of my pelvis. Lightning bolts coursed out from his fingertips, or my tense muscles, I wasn’t sure which.

“Oh, wow. Keep doing that.”

“You like having an ass massage?”

“Am I a slut if I say yes?”

“Only if you want to be,” he joked.

I giggled. “Can we do this every day?” I asked hopefully.

“Yes.”

There was such finality to the way he said it, I knew I could have this any time I wanted it. Which would be daily. Well, maybe only three times a week. He was doing such a good job, I doubted I’d need it more often than that.

Wow.

Christos continued his firm hand-motions around my ass. Every time he did, he went harder, causing my pelvis to tip forward with each thrust, then tip back as he released. I almost felt like I was being taken from behind, in the conventional sense of the term. Yet I was still fully clothed, and I’m pretty sure my panties were going to be soaked before the massage was over, or in the next two seconds, whichever came first.

Christos shifted his weight around on the bed again as he stood up.

“Where are you going?” I begged. “Are we done?”

“Just getting started. Your feet need some love to.”

“Oh,” I said, relieved.

His weight pressed down on the bed near the bottom and he took one of my feet in his hands and laid it on his thigh. Thumbs slid across the sole of my foot, fingers caressed the sides, pressure, then release, pulsing motions toward my toes, electricity swirling to life then exiting in every direction.

“Uhhhh.” It was all I could manage to say.

After all the muscles in my foot felt creamy and relaxed, he repeated the process on the other side. Then he pressed down on the backs of my calves with considerable weight and rolled his hands toward my ankles several times.

When he was done, he shifted again and sat down on the backs of my legs while he forcefully pressed what I think were his forearms up my lower back, on either side of my spine. It was delicious.

Every time he pressed down and slid upward I moaned, “Oooohhhh,” like he was squeezing the sounds out of my body.

Slowly, I realized that his pelvis was now pressing against the ass of my jeans with every forward thrust. My immediate response was to arch my back, thrusting my butt into him.

“Mmmm, I think you’re starting to get warmed up,” he purred.

“Starting to? I’ve already melted. I’m a puddle of butter. I don’t think I’ve ever been so relaxed.” I pushed back with my hips, trying to somehow bridge the distance between his flesh and mine, but our clothes still blocked passage.

“Do me a favor, agapi mou?”