In silence, I lead him out of the kitchen, toward my office/bedroom. He keeps his hand on my lower back the entire way. There's something deeply intimate and protective about the gesture, and I love it.
Once inside the office, I lead him through the narrow space separating the office from the bedroom. It was masked by a tall ficus tree last time he was here.
"Smart way to separate spaces. I hadn't even realized there was a room here," he remarks as I activate the twinkle lights I laid across my headboard.
"This is it," I announce, gesturing around the small space.
"What's wrong?" he asks. "You sound off." When I don't offer an explanation, he tilts my head up so I have no choice but to make eye contact. "Victoria, if you don't want me to stay overnight, say it. I promise I won't mind."
"I… just…. This is the first time I’ve brought a man into this room. This house, actually." I shrug, not really sure what my jitters are about.
Christopher kisses my forehead, resting his hands on my shoulders. "It's an honor, Victoria. I promise I appreciate it."
"It feels so weird to have you here now that we're dating. Good weird," I add at his puzzled expression. "It's just a giant step… exposing the kids to someone new to love. If they lose you too…."
"Are you talking just about the kids or about you too?" His voice is soft, but the words pierce through me.
"Me too," I admit, feeling as if I've put my heart in his hands. His lips cover mine, gentle, reassuring, and passionate at the same time. I lose myself in his kiss, tugging at his hair, lightly grazing his scalp. With my other hand, I explore his torso, slipping under his shirt. His taut muscles feel amazing under the pads of my fingers.
"Thank you for being open with me," he whispers, descending to kiss my neck. I move my hips, pressing myself against him. "I love discovering this feisty side of you."
"And I love discovering your protective side." Protective is code for adorabilicious, but I needn't have bothered protecting his ego. He's too busy turning me on. "We have to be silent."
"Sweetheart, I can do silent and loud and everything in between. I will rock your world either way."
A sassy reply sits on the tip of my lip, but it melts away as Christopher sets me ablaze with one dark, meaningful look. He backs me against the wall, parting my legs with his knees. Leaning his forehead against mine, he breathes in deeply, smoothing his hands down my hair before descending to my cheeks, cupping them in a tender gesture.
There is something different about this moment. The whole evening has been beautiful, but this, right here, goes beyond beautiful. It's perfect and so intense that I swear the air between us crackles. This moment belongs to us alone, and I never want it to end.
"You feel it?" he asks.
"Yeah."
Pulling back, he places the pad of his thumb on a corner of my mouth, dragging it ever so slowly across my lower lip to the other corner.
"Since the first time I was here, I fantasized about bending you over your desk and fucking you silly."
His words travel straight to my intimate spot. His appearance turns almost feral. Stepping back, he pries me away from the wall, interlacing his fingers with mine. The contact is gentle and reassuring, and once again, I marvel at how fast he can go from passionate to gentle and caring.
"Since we're exchanging fantasies, I was hoping for some wall sex too."
"There's always later." He wiggles his eyebrows as we move into my office area.
I walk up to him next to the desk, feeling oddly naked in front of him, even though my dress isn't provocative in the slightest. It's homey and comfortable. But the way he looks at me, it's as if he can see what's underneath the deep blue fabric. With a simple, quick movement, he pulls the zipper down, pushing the dress off my shoulders. It falls to my feet, revealing my newest acquisitions, a matching set of red lace panties and bra. I might have put on a casual, homey dress, but underneath I dressed to impress, and my man seems very impressed.
"You're killing me," he whispers, cupping my breast over the fabric. My nipples turn to pebbles under the fabric, already yearning. "Your body is so responsive."
Looping an arm around my waist, he hoists me up on the desk. I want to lick the bit of skin visible through the opened top button of his shirt.
"How did I end up naked faster than you again?" I wonder out loud.
"You're not naked," he points out. In one swift move, he unclasps my bra, prying it away. My breasts spill free and Christopher groans. Pushing me back slightly, he lowers his head, taking one nipple between his lips.
Oh, damn damn damn!
My back arches involuntarily, and when he lightly twists the other nipple with his thumb and forefinger, I nearly lose it.
"Christopher!"