My heart somersaults in my chest, and I twist my fingers nervously in front of me. “Hi.”
He wheels his suitcase in and puts it up against the wall. He opens it and pulls out a plastic bag, and then his attention comes to me. “I bought you something.”
“You did?”
He produces a bottle of champagne and a box of my favorite chocolates. “I thought that, since it’s our first date, we should probably celebrate.” He shrugs as if nervous too.
My heart swells. “It’s our first date?”
His eyes hold mine. “It is.” He bends, and his lips take mine to softly kiss me, and my knees nearly buckle from beneath me.
His lips are big, wet, and… oh hell.
I begin to throb between my legs.
“Do you want some champagne?” he murmurs against my lips.
“Yes, please.” I whisper. I run my fingers through my hair, embarrassed by my body’s physical reaction to him. I’m like putty in his hands.
Good God, woman, play it fucking cool, can you?
He takes my hand and leads me into the kitchen. He sits me up on the counter, then he turns and pours our drinks and passes one to me as he stands between my parted legs.
This is nothing new. We always stand like this. But tonight it seems so sexual.
Maybe I’ve been missing cues all along? Or maybe his kiss just has me feeling drunk already?
He clinks his glass with mine and takes a sip. His hand slides up my thigh as his dark eyes hold mine. “What do you want to do tonight?”
The air leaves my lungs at the feel of his big hand seductively on my thigh.
What’s the correct protocol in this situation? If we have sex on the first date, does that make me easy? Or does ten years together count as a million dates? Oh, I don’t know, this whole situation is fucked up. I tip my head back, drain my glass, and I hold it out for a top off.
He smiles softly as he watches me. “You okay?”
I nod. “Yes. Probably a bit nervous.” I admit with a shrug.
“Eliza, it’s me,” he whispers. His lips drop to my neck, and he kisses me with an open mouth. Goosebumps scatter across my arms. His mouth hovers over my ear. “You know I’ll look after you, baby,” he whispers. His hand trails up underneath my shirt and cups my breast. His thumb dusts back and forth over my erect nipple as he softly kisses up and down my neck.
Jesus… let’s get straight to it then. I want to snatch the wine from the counter and start drinking from the bottle.
His hands explore my breasts, his lips dust up and down my neck, and his thick thighs are cradled between my legs. It’s sensory overload, and my eyes close from the pleasure.
“I have a problem,” he whispers, despite his obvious arousal.
“What’s that?” I breathe.
“All the way over here in the car, I told myself not to rush you.” His lips take mine aggressively, losing control, and he sucks on my mouth with just the right amount of pressure. “That I should take it slow, not push for anything.” His tongue curls around mine with the perfect come-out-and-play dance.
Our breathing becomes laboured, and my sex clenches in appreciation as my hands move to the back of his head.
“But it’s really hard not to rush when I have no control over myself.” He pants. “I’ve been waiting so long to touch you.” He grabs my face and kisses me hard.
Good fucking God.
The way he kisses…
He pulls out of our kiss and steps back from me as he realises in two minutes he has his hand up my shirt and his hard dick in my crotch. “I’m sorry.” He pants, his chest rising and falling as he fights for control.
We stare at each other, and he picks up my glass and passes it back to me. His brow furrows as if searching for the right thing to say.
He’s nervous.
This is his first time, and he needs to get it over with so he can relax.
The pressure he must feel would be enormous.
“Nathe,” I whisper as I put my glass down and reach up to push my fingers through his hair.
“Yeah, baby.”
“I don’t want to…” I cut myself off. I don’t even know what I want to say.
His eyes hold mine. “Okay.”
“But… maybe we could just…”
Fuck. Because, I really want to fuck.…. No, behave…. no fucking, you sex maniac.
He leans down and kisses me. His lips curl with a smile as his hands jerk my body toward his hips. “Play it by ear?”
“Yes,” I whisper, overwhelmed with desire.
His teeth take my bottom lip and stretch it out, as if his sanity just broke. He bites my neck again, and I begin to see stars. Okay, one thing is very clear: he knows how to turn me on. Goosebumps, tingles, butterflies. Check, check, double check.
I’m about two minutes away from coming from his lips alone.
“I… I need to finish packing,” I pant. I need ten minutes to pull myself together and stop acting like a horny schoolgirl.
Nathan gives me a slow, sexy smile as he tucks a piece of my hair behind my ear. “Okay, you finish packing, and I’ll take a shower.”
Nathan… naked in the shower. “Okay, sounds good,” I squeak, my voice is high and sounds like a mouse. Oh hell…. shut up, now. I jump down from the counter, and with one more kiss, I make my way into the bedroom and stare at my open suitcase.
My lips are tingling from his touch, and I close my eyes, overwhelmed by the sensations that are running though my body. It’s been a long time-two years-and now it’s going to happen with my best friend? No wonder I’m in a fluster. This is a lot to digest.
So unexpected and yet, it feels so natural.
I hear the shower turn on, and I go to the mirror to stare at my reflection. My hair is a mess and my face is flushed. But other than that, I’m surprised I look the same when everything feels so different.
“Just finish packing, will you?” I whisper to myself. “Have your meltdown later.”
I get back to my jobs and tick things off my list. An hour later, I walk out into the living room to find Nathan lying on the couch, watching television. He has my big, fluffy blanket over him. He smiles over at me and flicks the blanket back as an invitation to lie in front of him.
Oh hell…. here we go.
I force a smile and climb in under his blanket. I face the television, and he wraps his arms around me from behind, dropping a kiss to my temple.
“What are we watching?” I whisper.
“The game.”
We lie for a while, and his hand slowly floats up and down my body. Goosebumps follow his fingers. He begins to kiss my neck, and my eyes close from the pleasure. His fingers roam up underneath my tank top and over my breasts, and I can feel his erection growing behind me as it presses into my behind. He rolls me onto my back, and instinctively, my legs open. His fingers drift over my panties, lowering down to my sex as his eyes hold mine.
Back and forth, back and forth, and I can feel myself getting wet as his kiss turns passionate. Our tongues thrash against each other’s.
We kiss and, as if he’s unable to help it, his hand goes down the front of my panties.
Oh God, this is it.
With his eyes locked on mine, his fingers slide through my wet, swollen sex, and his body clenches in appreciation.
“Fuck.” He moans in an unrecognisable voice.
I can feel his cock as it becomes nearly painful hard against my hip. He slides his thick fingers through my sex once more, and his mouth hangs open, as if he’s unable to control himself.
“Can I see?” he breathes. “I have to see.”
We pant as we stare at each other, and I nod, understanding where he’s coming from.
This is so new to him. He needs to see it with his eyes.
He sits up to lift my tank top over my head before he sits between my legs. He slowly slides my panties off over my hips and inhales heavily as his eyes roam over my sex in awe.
I close my eyes.
This is too much. The intimacy is just too much.
He lifts one of my legs and puts it up on the back of the couch, and then with his eyes locked on my sex, he slowly slides his fingers through my swollen lips.
“So wet,” he breathes.
I nod, unable to form a coherent sentence.
He slides them through again and then parts my lips. His eyes drink in every inch of me.
“Pink,” he murmurs to himself.
He pushes a finger inside me. His face scrunches up as he experiences the feeling for the very first time.
I put my hand on his forearm to bring him back to the here and now, and his eyes rise to meet mine. I smile softly, hoping he can feel my love.
He pulls his finger out and then slides it in again deeper. I moan as I arch my back in appreciation. “That’s it,” I pant.
His eyes widen, and as if spurred on by my arousal, he pushes in another finger as his eyes darken.
Oh…. so good.
I’m writhing beneath him, wanting everything that he can give me and then without warning, he drops his head and kisses my inner thigh.
My breath catches as I wait.
He drops lower and lower, and then kisses me on the sex with an open mouth. His eyes close in reverence, and his tongue peeks out as he softly licks me there.