Chapter 2
This is the best fucking steak I have ever had. My plate is almost empty now. I don't want it to be empty. I want to eat more. I want this lunch to last longer.
Chris is a great guy so far. This entire meal has been great. The conversation, the food, the wine… I don't want it to end. It's been too long since I've had a good time like this. It's been a long time since I spent a meal talking with someone like this.
He seems like a really nice guy, makes me wonder what the catch is. Salesman for a software company. From the looks of this place he must be a damn good one. He has a sister and is divorced. He has a daughter too, Annie. She's a year younger than my Kimmie.
Do I tell him my deep, dark secret? "I'm a widow." He's squeezing my hand. There are no words of pity or any platitudes from his lips. He just looks like he understands. Makes me wonder if he lost someone close to him before. I won't tell him he's my first date since then. Not that I have a problem with dating now, just haven't found anyone worth spending time with.
I realized after I lost my husband that you can't get time back and there is never enough, so why waste it on men who just are not worth it. Something makes me feel like he is worth it. I don't know what or why, and I know that this is probably just for this afternoon. But just having this conversation, just spending this time with him feels worthwhile.
Neither one of us ever brought up where we live in all that talking, maybe we both know this is just a vacation fling on our break from reality. Maybe all he wants is lunch and conversation. I can't imagine him lacking for friends or company. I'm not complaining about it though, I'm having a good time.
Standing after such a full meal is hard. I'm fighting the urge to stretch my arms and smirking a little as he grunts and stretches. I think the man likes food almost as much as I do.
I'm looking towards the door. "I should probably go. You probably have other things you want to do today."
He's in front of me now and his eyes are looking at me intensely. "Stay." Said the same way he asked me to lunch. More like he's telling me what I am going to do rather than asking me to.
I want to stay. I do. But I'm afraid if I stay I will really start to feel something. I don't even know where he lives or if it could work if he was looking for something. I just know that at this point in time I really, really like this man.
What was I saying? His lips are so soft on mine. Fuck he's a good kisser. Oh no, not the hand in my hair. Oh fuck, that always gives me goose bumps. Yes, tongue is good. He knows what to do with his. So much for dry panties, though to be honest they've been wet since before I walked in his front door.
I need him closer to me. It's like he knows. How does he have his hands everywhere without making me feel like I'm being mauled? He smells better than I do. Shit. Feelings or not, I'm doing this. I think I just surprised him a little when I really began to kiss him back. I never have been one to just sit there and let the man do everything.
I'm in his arms now and my legs are wrapped around him. Our lips haven't stopped going. He is carrying me somewhere, I guess to the bedroom. I don't really care where right now. I just want him. I want Chris. I haven't felt like this in a while. Honestly I had started to wonder if there was another man out there that could make me feel this way.
The bed is firm, like him. No, not like him because where I'm sitting he feels pretty damn hard. I need to get this shirt off. I need to feel him against my skin. Oh my God this man is beautiful. Our clothes are in a pile on the floor, when did that happen?
"Fuck Michael Ann, I need you now baby." My name sounds so sexy in his voice.
His hand is reaching down and his fingers are slipping into my wet center. I forgot how good it feels to have a man touch me. I can't stop the gasp. I don't want to. His hand feels so good on me, his finger is slipping into me and now I'm moaning. It's been too long.
He is groaning, almost growling. "You are so tight."
Tell me something I don't know. Small hands, small feet, small speculum. Wait. His hands are fucking huge. Everything about this man is large. I feel his erection against my thigh. Yep, he's huge.
Now I'm nervous. Women always say they want big cocks, but I think there is such a thing as too big. Well, at least for me. Chris might be too big, then again he might not be. Either way, I'm about to find out.
"Oh fuck!" I couldn't stop the words before they came out. It's not exactly pain with him inside of me, but it is a little uncomfortable. The man is much bigger than anyone I've ever been with. Chris has stopped moving and he's looking at me. I try not to sound nervous when I talk. "It's been a while." I don't think I am succeeding.
"Tell me if you want me to stop. I don't want to hurt you." His voice is barely a whisper and his eyes make him look so sincere right now, just like when he apologized to me earlier.
He's kissing me again and shifting his weight a little. Yes, do that. Rub my clit. Yes, more of that. I need more. "Harder. Fuck me harder." Did I say that? When did he start thrusting again? Oh who the hell cares, as long as he never stops.
"You gonna come for me baby? I can't last much longer." He's grunting with every thrust now.
Fuck yes I'm coming for you Chris. I'm looking into his eyes, tying not to shut mine. I have to. I can't keep them open any more. He's coming now too. I think it's only been this good a handful of times in my life. My body is still shuddering a little and I can't seem to stop it. He doesn't seem to mind as pants above me. His weight is on his elbows; his lips are against my neck. I thought the beach was heaven. I was so wrong. I just want to stay like this forever, surrounded by him.
