She looked down, and I got the hint. In case things between us didn’t work out, it was easier if we kept the two spheres separate. I understood the message. A vein pulsed in my temple. I didn’t like it one bit, but I understood it.
“Val, I want to be honest with you. Whenever I’m with you, it just feels surreal. This past week, I’ve thought more about you than anything else. I know my life isn’t easy, but I’d like for us to enjoy this between us. As I said before, without expectations. You said you want to take things easy and I respect that.”
Her eyes searched mine for a few seconds. I could give her what she wanted. Easy fit well in the whirlwind of obligations that was my life. Being in this woman’s house, surrounded by her, gave me a glimpse of who she was. Her warmth reached all the way inside me, and I felt alive in a way I hadn’t before.
When she rose on her tiptoes and pressed her lips to mine, I swear something melted inside of me.
“Hell, yes. Now come on, mister. Show me your massage talents.”
She laughed as I carried the plates to the table.
“You’re doubting me?”
“Not at all. I know some of your other talents, and I can’t wait to discover all of them.”
To prove her wrong, I stood behind her as she ate the second sandwich, working the pressure points of her neck and shoulders.
“Oh, this is so good. Dinner, and your hands. Aren’t you hungry?”
I brought my mouth to her ear. “Not for food, no.”
She sucked in a deep breath, pressing her thighs together.
“Well, I think you should eat anyway.”
“Why, are my hands distracting you?”
“Maybe.”
“Impressed with my massage skills, I take it?”
She sighed. “Yes, yes I am. What other skills do you possess? Just so I’m prepared.”
“I’ll keep them a secret for now.”
“Wait a second, you’ve been inside me and you’re gonna keep secrets?”
I sat next to her, playing with a few strands of her h
air. “Before I divulge anything, I need to be inside you a couple more times. See your beautiful face when I make you come.”
She swallowed, and I nearly boosted her up on the table. My appetite for this woman was insatiable. I kissed her exposed shoulders, moving from one to the other, enjoying how it made her squirm. We chatted leisurely during dinner, and after we were done, we moved to her couch. I pulled her feet into my lap, massaging her arches.
“I’m going to make dessert,” she said after a while, half rising from the couch before I pulled her back and she plopped right into my lap.
“Val, come here.”
“Why?”
“I want to hold you for a bit.” I inhaled her sweet scent, touching her neck with the tip of my nose. “I’m glad you’ve agreed to bring me here with you tonight.”
“As I recall, I didn’t have much of a choice.”
“I forgot that detail.” I smiled, kissing her jaw, then her earlobe. After I let her go, she skidded to the kitchen, whipping up a smoothie that tasted delicious. I couldn’t stop touching her no matter what she did. So when we returned to the couch, I pulled her right in my lap again. Her thighs were at my sides, and I nibbled on her neck.
“What are you doing?” she inquired.
“I’m about to thank you for the dessert.” I kissed her collarbone, then pushed her strapless dress down, to have access to her breasts. When I sucked a nipple in my mouth, she rewarded me with a delicious moan.