I give him my best glare.
“I didn’t! It’s just not really my thing.” He shrugs.
“Why didn’t you say anything? We could have picked something else or even turned off the TV.” There aren’t a whole bunch of options around here, but I’m sure we could find something.
“Like what?”
I know that look on his face, the way he squints his eyes and licks his lips. I don’t know for certain, but it’s the one that makes me think he’s got dirty thoughts dancing through his head.
“Video games? A board game? Deep discussions about our childhood?”
“What about kissing?” He leans in close so he can whisper in my ear.
“What about it?” My heart’s racing with anticipation of what he has in store. I put the brakes on our sexual relationship, wanting us to build something a little firmer before we headed back to the bedroom. It’s been hard on both of us, the waiting and wanting. Tonight, I have no plans to stop anything he might have in mind.
It’s part of why I invited him over. The last two times we’ve been out, I made sure we stayed in public areas—no chance of us doing anything more than some kissing. In the privacy of myhome, those rules no longer apply. Instead, I hope we can take the next step.
Or return to one of our prior steps.
“Could kissing be on the list of activities?” Oliver is practically in my lap, only a breath of air keeping us apart.
“Hmmm… I might need to think about it.”
Oliver gets a huff out before I grab his hips and pull him close enough that I can kiss him. It’s still a surprise every time our lips meet. There’s no denying the chemistry between the two of us. Even this, kissing with nothing more, sends my whole body into overdrive. With anyone else, I’ve always been in a hurry to get to the next step. Kissing was a stopover on the way to wherever the real destination was.
This is nothing like that. I’d be content to have him kiss me speechless all night. Especially when he takes the lead, rubbing his thumb over my jaw to encourage me to open for him. The longer our tongues tangle together, the closer Oliver gets, until he’s straddling my lap.
It’s only when he shifts, and I can feel his hard cock pressed against my midsection, that I start to crave whatever comes next.
Oliver must read my mind. “What else could we do tonight?”
“Anything,” I reply without thinking. “I’m yours.”
“Can we move this to the bedroom? Maybe get a little more comfortable?”
I pat his hip to encourage him to stand. He wobbles a little before he finds his balance. We’re both a little woozy after our make-out session, whether from lack of oxygen or something else.
It takes us a while to find the bedroom, stopping frequently to come together along my hallways. By the time we make it, I’m getting desperate for him.
“Clothes off,” he says as soon as we make it. He dumps his shirt and pants into a pile on my floor. As much as I like my placeorderly, it’s nice seeing his things there. I don’t bother folding my own clothes or putting them in the hamper; I just let them fall next to Oliver’s.
“What do you want?” he asks.
Is that a real question? I don’t know how I’m supposed to come up with an answer other than everything. Right now, all I want is him close to me. “Whatever you want.” I crawl up onto the bed, patting the mattress to encourage him to join me.
“You’ll have to be a bit more specific.” The bed dips as he kneels on the edge. “Maybe you can tell me if there’s anything you don’t want.”
I start to shake my head, but pause, trying to come up with a better answer. “Nothing I can think of is off the table.”
“You’ll tell me if that changes?” He stretches out next to me. Finally, my body is pressed against his, all our bare skin touching.
“Yeah. I will.”
“Good.” Oliver puts his fingers under my chin, lifting my head slightly so he can kiss me again. I can’t stop all the moans that keep coming out of my mouth as he devours me. It’s all I can do to hold on to him, pull him in as tight as possible.
When his cock bumps against mine, I gasp. The downside of waiting until our third date is that I won’t last very long. It’s been nearly a month since Oliver last touched me, and tonight, I can feel every aching minute of it.
“Please,” I beg, not sure exactly what it is that I’m asking for, but knowing that Oliver will give it to me.
