We have the house pretty much to ourselves tonight. I thought I would actually cook. He says he can make hamburgers and fries as they walk inside.
"Would you like some dessert?" I tease him.
" I think I have some strawberry ice cream. I don't normally cook, but I wanted our second date to be special, " he said, touching my arm.
"Are we dating?" I ask. I know nothing about this man other than he is a doctor and obviously rich.
Yet we are already dating?
"Hope so. I am a gentleman and I definitely don't want to force myself on anyone. Earlier, you said that you wanted to keep it professional, but then you acted as if you wanted me to kiss you. I guess I am just confused about what you want." he said, looking into her pale blue eyes.
" I think I want you. Things are just fuzzy at the moment. I lost my sister a little over a month ago. I was driving the car. Honestly, I almost died myself. I really shouldn't even be dating, but being with you makes me feel less awful. The other night when we had dinner was the first time I had smiled since my sister died. I can't promise you anything, but I do like you, " I said honestly.
"I want you too," he says, pulling me into his arms again. I was tired of waiting for him to kiss me. So I put my lips on his and closed my eyes. He kissed me back, pulling me onto the big, soft black sofa.
He lays me down, prepared to go as far as I'll let him. He doesn't even bother to take me upstairs to the bed, I think.
He starts by unbuttoning my red blouse and then he kisses my neck. I watch as my white bra falls to the floor. His tongue finds its way from my neck to my breasts. He leaves wet kisses all over me.
My black work pants are the next thing to go on the floor. Lastly, it's my white panties coming off. He has gotten me completely naked in under ten minutes, I think.
"Is it okay if I have dessert first? " he whispered in my ear, briefly putting his fingers inside me.
"Okay," I said, pulling myself up where his tongue found my clitoris. I closed my eyes as he continued kissing inside of me.
He stops as soon as I let out a moan, knowing I had an orgasm. I had no idea I could have one so quickly. He is now quickly undressing himself. I see his pants on the floor. I want this to feel right, but it doesn't. For whatever reason, I couldn't relax. My whole body was tense.
"I am not ready yet," I said softly.
What the fuck? Ready for what? Was this her first time or something? They seem to be enjoying themselves. So why stop? He feels frustrated but he is trying to hold it in. They've only been on one date so he knows she isn't being completely unreasonable. He would have her soon. He wouldn't stop until he had her.
"That's fair. We will wait until you are ready," he said, trying to hold in his true feelings. He pulled his pants back on as quickly as he had taken them off.
"Still want to have dinner?" I asked, concerned.
"Of course. Why don't you go upstairs? Take a warm bath. When you come back down, I'll have dinner ready." He says, kissing her forehead.
"I promise we'll be together. It's been a while for me. And I'm getting in my own head," I said, looking over at him.
He says nothing but smiles at me. I pick up all my clothes from the floor. I walk upstairs and find a bathroom. I take a warm bath using a lot of soap. I smell like sweat.
I put my clothes back on and returned downstairs. The food smells so good, so we sat down together on the sofa with the TV on.
"Is this movie okay? " he asks, pointing to the television playing "Dirty Dancing". I had seen this movie a thousand times and could honestly watch it a thousand more.
"Sure, I really like this one," I said, putting my plate down on the coffee table in front of me. He took both plates into the kitchen and brought out a bowl of strawberry ice cream with two spoons.
He feeds me ice-cream and I find myself feeling more comfortable. When we finish, he puts down the bowl and leads me upstairs.
His room has the biggest bed I've ever seen. He hands me the black Nirvana shirt, helping me undress before sliding it on. I hadn't planned on staying all night, but none of my plans were working out anyway. I fall asleep in his arms. He's not my boyfriend, but we are dating; I'm still surprised how fast everything is moving.