chsixteen

**AUTHORS NOTE**-Ok, this chapter isn't rated NC-17 but...it is a little risky. So you can decide for yourself. They don't do anything that dramatic but for Eric and Greta, I guess you could say it's a step.

    Greta drew in a breath as her bikini top fell to the water. Eric broke away from the kiss to stare into her eyes. He then leaned back a little and let his eyes travel down her body. She felt her cheeks grow hot as his eyes moved over her breasts and then back up to her eyes.
"God, you're beautiful" he said, smiling appreciatively. Greta blushed even harder at this and he laughed, wrapping his arms around her lower back. "Come here" he said, pulling her closer. She obeyed slowly through the soapy water. She let out a soft gasp when she felt, for the first time, their skin-to-skin contact. Nothing lay between them-no clothing, no bikini-just their skin. Eric placed a few gentle kisses on her cheek and then she turned her face to meet him. Staring into her eyes, he placed his lips against her, his hand tangled in her hair to push him closer to her. She didn't fight him but egged him on. She let her tongue slip out and lightly flick up against his upper lip, causing him to smile gently as he pulled her closer. He eagerly invited her in and the kiss deepened as she adjusted herself on his lap, now straddling him. Eric shifted himself to adjust himself as he felt her pressing against him and Greta took it as a good sign, gently nipping his lower lip with her teeth. This sent his blood pressure soaring as he pulled away and started to kiss down her neck. Once he reached her collarbone, he again reached up to kiss her lips again. His fingers untangled themselves from her hair and started on their journey downward. Slightly, barely touching her, he moved down her neck and shoulders, moving down her sides.
     Greta let out a small moan when his hands brushed down the sides of her breasts. Knowing that she didn't want him to stop, he ran his hands all the way to the bottom of her bikini and along the band. At her bellybutton, he stopped and his right hand moved upward. His left hand he moved around to her lower back, holding her in place, as his other hand explored. His hand traveled up until it reached her right breast and she drew in her breath in anticipation. Gently, he ran his hand over it and then cupped it. Still kissing her, he ran his thumb lightly over her nipple, causing her to moan slightly. The sound was like adding fuel to fire and he found it hard to contain himself. He wanted nothing more than to pull the remainder of their clothing off and show her how much he loved her, right there in the hot tub. Instead, he focused his attention on making Greta happy and making sure not to rush anything with her. She leaned her head back slightly and he broke their kiss, watching as she closed her eyes. Encouraged, he brought his other hand around and did the same to her left breast. He could feel her breathing speed up as he moved around her upper body, closing his eyes and enjoying the feel of her silky skin covered with the fragrant bubble bath.
     Greta, in the meantime, was enjoying herself immensely. She had never felt so close to Eric, so connected to him before. She wanted to give him the same pleasure he was giving him but was afraid. Afraid of what to do, afraid of what might happen-afraid that she might lose control. She opened her eyes again and watched Eric, eyes closed, and smiled. She bent forward slightly and kissed him. He responded quickly and she ran her fingers through his thick hair. She shifted her weight on his lap and the pressure caused him to groan into their kiss. She smiled, noticing, as she again moved herself. His grasp on her waist tightened and his response to her body was evident underneath her. She needed him, she wanted him-she loved him.
     *God, if only she knew what she was doing to me* Eric thought to himself, after he had successfully made it evident how aroused he was. Greta again moved and he groaned to himself. *Ok Brady, think non-sexy thoughts...football...cheerleaders...short skirts...Greta-damn, that didn't work. Ummm, think, think....ICE cold lake water...fishing....fishing boats....bikinis....Greta in a bikini on a fishing boat...sheeeeyit* His thoughts were interrupted by Greta gently nibbling on his earlobe. He opened his eyes to see her staring at him intently. Her hair was falling sexily around her face, the heat from the steamy water making it curl slightly. Her eye make-up was smudged slightly, also an effect from the heat, and her lips were swollen from his kisses. God, he wanted her so badly...and here they were. All alone, in a romantic location. Who knew when this opportunity would arise again? They had come here to get closer and making love to her would bring them closer....right?
     Despite his inner battle with himself, Eric's body moved ahead on its own. He kissed her hard on the lips and then began a path of kisses down her neck, down her collarbone and there paused for a second.