A/N: Been getting a lot of pressure to update this. So here goes.
His hands were starting to inch up under her dress, when he asked her the question, again. "Do you want to stay the night?" he asked, hopeful that she would agree.
She knew her body was starting to betray her resolve. She had not planned to spend the night at his place. She hadn't wanted this to be the cliché third date, where they slept together. But she found it hard to ignore the wetness between her legs, her body's response to this very sexy man touching and kissing her. Her determination not to stay the night was weakening by the second as she finally whispered, "Yes."
Owen took that as his cue to pick her up and carry her from the couch to the more comfortable bed in his bedroom. When he got there, he put her down and unzipped her dress, which fell to the floor. Her breasts were bare, since she had been braless underneath her strapless dress. He bent down and took one nipple into his mouth, feeling it harden underneath the roughness of his tongue. He also gave ample attention to the other nipple. He laid her on the bed and slipped off her underwear.
He stripped off his clothes and quickly joined her on the bed. "I want you. I have wanted you from the day we met," he said, as he found her mouth with his own. She responded eagerly to his kisses, as she wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs curled around his body. She could feel his stiff shaft rubbing hard against her stomach, as they kissed. He touched her on her sex, gently rubbing her on her clit, while plunging into her with two of his fingers.
"Looks like you want me, too, babe," he said, as he felt the wetness inside of her. The thought of it made him get even harder, if that was even possible.
"Just going to make you want me more," he said, as he went down for a taste. She gasped as he penetrated her with his tongue. He rubbed her clit with his thumb, as his tongue worked its magic on her. She closed her eyes and moaned softly. This man certainly had a very talented tongue, she thought. Waves of pleasure overcame her, as her moaning became louder, a signal to Owen that he was doing a really good job.
He came back up and kissed her on the mouth. "Are you ready for me? Do you want me inside of you?" he whispered.
"Oh, God, yes, please," she croaked out.
He reached over to his bedside drawer, took out a condom and slipped it on. At least he was prepared, she thought. She could appreciate that.
He looked into her eyes as he entered her. She gasped with pleasure. It had been a while since she had made love to someone because quite frankly, she had not met anyone she thought it was worth getting naked for.
He started languorously, thrusting at a slower pace, as their bodies got adjusted to the rhythm of each other. It didn't take long for the pace to pick up, as she thrust her body to meet his own. Their mouths crashed together as their bodies slammed into each other. It was fast, it was hard, it was incredible, Cristina thought. She had clearly made the right choice to say yes to this man. She had never recalled sex being this good. Not just good, it was great.
She screamed when she finally came, digging her fingers into his back and wrapping her legs around him. His body jerked in spasms, as he exploded into her. He hadn't had sex in a while and his orgasm was prolonged and extremely enjoyable.
They looked at each other, their eyes shining. They both knew that it was great sex. Their chemistry together was totally insane. They were both up for a repeat performance, which they did three more times that night. When they finally settled down to sleep, they were both spent.
She opened her eyes and realized that she was not home. Owen's arm was thrown across her body, as well as their legs were tangled together. She remembered the sex and she felt herself blushing.
She untangled herself from him and picked up his robe to cover herself, as she headed to the bathroom. She caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror, "Girl, you look like you have just had sex all night. What you clearly need to do is brush your teeth and take a bath. "
Her curly hair was pointing in all directions and her make up was streaked across her face. Fortunately, she found an unopened toothbrush in one of the drawers. Grateful, she burst open the pack, smeared on the toothpaste and started brushing vigorously. Seriously, she couldn't have morning breath, when you have just slept with someone for the first time.
She stepped into shower with its enormous rainforest showerhead. It was freaking marvelous, she thought. She made a mental note get one for her house. As she came out of the bathroom, she made a quick scan for her dress and underwear. She found both on the floor.
He woke up to see her pulling on her dress.
"Hey, where you're going?" he asked.
"Go back to sleep. It's early. Just heading out to go home. Can't have my neighbors seeing me make the walk of shame," she said, as she zipped up her dress.
"So, who cares? You're a grown woman; you can do the walk of shame if you want. Besides, I don't want you to go as yet. Let's go get some coffee from the Starbucks across the road," he pleaded. "Come on, stay with me for a while."
"Alright," she agreed. He jumped off from his bed and made a beeline to the bathroom. He emerged from the bathroom, 15 minutes later, toweling off his naked body. She admired how gorgeous his body was, in all of its muscled glory.
He noticed her staring at him. "Hey, you're ogling me," he said.
"And what if I am? I like what I see, so I am ogling," she said.
"You want any more of this bad boy," he asked, stroking his penis and hoping for an early morning romp.
"I'm already dressed," she argued.
"No worries, baby. Clothes can be taken off and put back on again," he said, as he came across and started eagerly kissing her face and neck.
He was amazed how just kissing her could get him aroused so fast. "You smell like me," he said.
"Well, I used your shampoo, conditioner and shower gel, so I must smell like you," she said.
He unzipped her dress and let her step out of it. "It seems like I am very easily persuaded," she said, as he slipped off her underwear.
"Just a quickie and then we'll go for coffee and breakfast sandwiches," he said, as he gently pushed her towards the bed.
"Okay, just a quickie," she agreed.
Fifteen minutes later, they emerged from a tangle of sheets and limbs. She ran off to the bathroom to freshen up and came out fully dressed. "Let's go, now. I gave you a quickie. I'm starved."
"Okay," he said, as he dragged on his boxer briefs, jeans and white t-shirt.
"Gosh, you make white t-shirts look sexy," she said.
"Thank you, my lady. Let's go," he said.
As they reached the front of his building, the doorman, Oliver, opened the door for them, with a huge smile on his face. He noted that the young lady was wearing a strapless black dress, certainly not daytime wear, an indication that she probably spent the night. "Good morning, Dr. Hunt. Good morning, miss. Really nice to see you."
"What was that all about?" Cristina asked.
"You're the first woman he has ever seen me with in the three months that I have lived in this building. He probably thought I was gay because the only person that has ever been here has been Steve. Your presence probably surprised him," he said.
"You've never had a woman over to your apartment?" she was shocked.
"Well," he said, "There hasn't been anybody that I have met since I came back to Seattle that I wanted to invite over to my apartment. You're the first and hopefully, you're going to keep coming back."
"I am so honored," she said.
As she took a seat at a corner table, he ordered their coffee and breakfast sandwiches. He brought their steaming hot coffee and sandwiches and placed them on the table.
"Here we go, Cristina," he said.
"I am so hungry," she said, as she bit into her sandwich.
"I noticed that about you," he said.
"What? You have a great appetite but I just can't figure out where all that food goes on that tiny body," he said.
"Good metabolism, plus I dance, which is pretty good exercise," she said.
"Dance? What kind of dancing?" he was curious.
"Mainly Latin. I take classes at this dance studio. You should come with me, one of these days. Latin dancing is really sexy," she told him.
"Maybe I will," he said, thinking it would be great to see her shake her assets.
"Can I ask you a question? It's about the condoms you used last night," she said.
"What about them?" he was surprised.
"If I am the first woman to ever come to your apartment, why is it that you have so many condoms? I thought you had a major stash in your bedside table. It was like a never-ending supply," she asked.
"Ha, ha. Yesterday, I went to the drug store to get some condoms, in case you wanted to stay over. I was not being presumptuous, just prepared. I bought three condoms but then I decided to get seven more, in case things worked out between us and you wanted to stay over more nights," he said. "I hope I am right and you want to keep coming back."
"How many did we use last night?" she asked.
"Four last night, one this morning," he said. "It was a very good night. Half of my stash is gone. You're going to make me run through it, faster than I expected. Not that I mind."
"I don't think you mind at all," she said, smiling. She looked at her watch. "I have to get home and out of these clothes."
"I will take you home," he said. "My car is in the basement."
They finished their breakfast and he drove her to her house and walked her to her doorstep. "See, I told you that my neighbors are judging me right now, coming home in my strapless black dress, after having a night of wild, hot sex," she said, as she pointed with her eyes to the elderly couple from across the street, shaking their heads. "At least, I don't have my shoes in my hand."
"Oh, whatever. They're probably wishing they could still do the horizontal mambo," he said.
She turned to him, "Do you want to come in?"
"I thought you would never ask. This is the third time I've been here and I have yet to see the inside of your door."
She opened her door and he was surprised by the fabulously decorated home. "If you're wondering, I just paid the decorator. A housekeeper comes by twice per week to keep it looking this fabulous. I could not do this in a million years," she answered his question without him asking.
She continued, "Make yourself at home. I am going to get some fresh clothing." She disappeared, heading to her bedroom.
He was busy, looking at her photos on her fireplace mantle, when her phone rang. He wondered if he should answer it but decided against it. Her answering machine came on, "Hi, this is Cristina. You know what you got to do." He smiled at her message.
A male voice came on. "Hey, Cristina. This is Jason. I have been trying to call you all night. Where the hell are you? I really need to talk about us. Call me."
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