When they left, it was time for me to prepare myself. I showered, shaved, and did the works when it came to my skincare and hair, slipping on a comfortable dress and a cute pair of sandals with a jean jacket to finalize the look. After curling my hair and finishing my makeup, I waited in my kitchen for Mateo. At the bar the night before, we exchanged phone numbers and earlier today, I texted him my address, confirming our date. He texted back right away, as if he were waiting for me, and I loved the thrill I got from it. Was he thinking about me as much as I was thinking about him? He had to be, right?
Knock! Knock!
A sharp tapping rang through the air, and I scurried over to the door, confirming it was Mateo. With a deep breath, I smoothed my hair and outfit and opened the door.
“Zola, hi” Mateo said, almost breathless, his voice even sexier than I remembered. Deep and manly and going straight to my inner core.
I should just invite him inside and skip all the stupid stuff. Just have sex, right here, right now, no small talk, or any bologna that usually comes with it.
“Hi.” I smiled, knowingly. He liked what he saw, and he didn’t hide it.
His eyes dragged up and down my body before locking with mine and holding me hostage with his penetrating stare.
The part of me that cared, that wanted or expected dinner, that wanted the traditional date- all those parts flew out the window.
I opened my door wider. “Want to come in?”
Mateo lifted the corner of his mouth, and a playful gleam appeared in his eye. “I’d love to.”
I grabbed him by his arm, yanked him inside, slammed the door shut, and pounced.
I’d waited long enough.
CHAPTER FIVE
Mateo
I followedher lead with no hesitation.
I hadn’t stopped thinking about her since I walked away the night before.
She was constantly there, like a permanent imprint, and I couldn’t focus. Not in my shop, not when working in my yard, not even when trying to carry on a conversation with my sister.
So, skipping dinner and going straight to dessert?
Yes, please.
Cupping the side of her face with one hand, I kissed her back, pressing her against the wall as I devoured her lips before moving slowly down to her neck. Her skin tasted sweet, and as she groaned and arched her back into me, I clasped onto her neck harder. I sucked the skin gently before nipping her the sensitive skin below her earlobe and licking the outer shell starting from the bottom and working my way to the top.
I blew lightly on it, my hot breath on her wet skin causing a visible shudder to run through her, goosebumps scatteringacross her skin. My dick ached in my pants as it grew harder, straining against the fabric of my pants.
Zola took me by the hand and nudged my body backwards, pulling me along with her deeper into her apartment. She walked me through a hallway down to a bedroom and into her room, the scent of her instantly filling my nose.
She closed the door behind her, the room falling into a soft darkness, the sunset streaming colors in through the blinds. Her hands sought me out, and we came together at the edge of the bed, all hands and mouths, tasting and touching and exploring.
I pulled off my clothes, watching as Zola slipped out of hers, leaving on her bra and panties, while I stood fully naked, my dick on full display. When I went to unclasp her bra, her hands pushed me away softly and placed them on her fabric covered breasts instead.
I cupped and squeezed the soft mounds and when I moved down over her soft belly, she gently pushed my hands away again, this time onto her waist.
Wrapping my arms around her sexy body, I pulled her close and whispered in her ear, “Are you afraid of me seeing you naked?”
She jumped back. “What? No! It’s just…”
Zola wouldn’t look me in the eye.
“What is it?”
“It’s stupid. Can we forget it?” She slipped her bra strap off but before she took the other side off, I stopped her.
