Life long Friends to lovers – 02

“We made love, yes. We talked everything out between us and we both realized we want to be together and we are.” I said.

“Praise God in Heaven!” Gretchen shouted, “How long have we waited to hear this???”

“It took you two long enough,” Susan sighed. “My God! I will call Mum and Dad and tell them. They will be delighted.”

“Now I suppose you two will be fucking like rabbits and we won’t get to spend any time with her like we planned,” Gretchen sighed.

“Sorry,” Gregory said, smiling. “We have a lot of time to make up.”

We moved my things up to his flat that night. We had a bottle of wine and we sat in bed together just talking.

“I didn’t know you were a physical therapist, Gregory,” I told him. He was massaging my shoulder as we spoke.

“I went to school, Sam. I studied hard. My clinic is one of the best in Britain. Many of the best footballers come to me for treatment. I have worked hard to get where I am.”

“I’m proud of you,” I said. And I was.

“I don’t want to strain your shoulder, love,” he said softly. “Be careful. We will work on that some more tomorrow.”

“More physical therapy?” I teased.

He was kissing my neck and his hands were on my breasts. I was leaning against his body and I felt so loved and secure!

“You need physical therapy every day,” he responded. “Special treatment. I will have to put a lot of work into your recovery.”

“I must have a very severe case,” I said, turning to face him. I took his face in my hands and traced around his eyes and his nose. I had known this face most of my life but it seemed different to me now. The way he was looking at me was special. He’d never looked at me that way.

“It’s a very severe case,” he said softly. “I have to use different equipment on you.”

“Oh my!” I exclaimed. That “different equipment” was getting hard as I looked at him. I took it in my hand and stroked it a bit. He moaned softly and gazed at me.

“I trust you will know what to do to help me,” I said.

“Oh I do. I just need you to lie down here and let me begin some treatment,” and he laid me down in the bed and took one of my breasts in his hand and kissed the nipple.

“How does that feel? Do you need more attention there?” he asked, his eyes twinkling.

“I think I need a bit more. It feels good but it could feel better,” I said. He smiled and began sucking me and it felt so good I just closed my eyes and loved it.

“You’re responding well to treatment,” he said. “I want to try another approach,” and he moved down between my legs.

‘Oh yes, this is a sure trouble spot here. I’m going to have to do some of my best work here. Your shoulder depends on it.”

My legs were open wide and my hands in his curls as he began to lick me.

“Mmmm….nice and warm and tasty and wet here,” he said between licks, “I may have to use my special equipment here. Emergency situation. You understand?”

“Oh my God yes, use it, use it…” I panted. I was close to having a serious orgasm and I didn’t want him to stop.

He climbed on top of me and eased himself inside me. He moaned and gazed into my eyes.

“Do you love me, Sam?”

“Yes I love you, Gregory,” I replied.

It was true. I knew I did. And I loved the look on his face when I said it. He kissed me and began to make love to me, all the time gazing in my eyes, those fast, hard strokes that were so damned good to both of us. I loved his hair on my face. I loved holding on to him and feeling his muscles tensing, his body so hard and beautiful and strong. I loved his sounds, his moans, his sighs and the way he talked to me while making love to me. I loved the way he felt deep inside me. I loved the way he made me feel.

And I loved even more that he was mine.

We got married three weeks later.