Chapter Eight

Mia finally decided it was time to find out once and for all, if Rob was capable of the intimacy she wanted so much. She knew, deep down, Rob was the man she wanted, but if she couldn’t get him to open up to her, and be the kind of loving, caring and permanent man she wished for, then she would be stuck forever with the feminine equivalent of “blue balls”. Mia had grown up with two younger brothers, and she was quite familiar with all the rude and crude jokes boys and young men told about their dates and frustrations. She figured what she was feeling was certainly in that category. Even though Rob made sure Mia came when they made love, she was still frustrated, and left wanting more each time he left her.

It took Mia all week to shop for food and just the right wine to complement it. She made sure the house was spotless, and even bought brand new six hundred thread count sheets in a soft pink and green stripe, with polka dot pillow slips. She added sachets of herbal essences she found after visiting the adult sex store she and Ava had explored. The store had essential oils for massage, fragrant potpourri, and best of all, fancy underwear in every shade of the rainbow.

Mia finally settled on lacy, see-through, low cut bra, in a luscious chocolate color, along with a scrap of lace connected with a few strings and a thong in the same hue. She bought candles, and just for good measure, some edible chocolate syrup she thought might taste good being licked off either or both of their bodies.

Mia’s apartment was comfortable and colorful, with bits and pieces of furniture she had inherited from her grandmothers, aunts and other relatives. She had fallen in love with the old handcrafted pieces, and had recently started haunting antique stores, adding to her collection of one of a kind porcelains, lamps, mirrors and antique jewelry, which were all displayed in artful and loving disarray throughout her space.

She arranged soft music to be playing on her I-Pod, and she turned off most of the lights, setting candles all around the room. The apartment glowed, and cast a sexy spell. She even sprayed some of her exotic new perfume on the light bulbs, sheets and cushions, so he would be surrounded by her scent from the moment he walked in.

Rob arrived at six o’clock, and was greeted with candlelight, flowers, and the scented oils and potpourri, along with Mia’s new perfume, which she had dabbed behind her ears, on the underside of her breasts, on her pubis, in the hollow of her back, behind her knees and on the arches of her feet.

Rob was mesmerized by Mia’s long red lounging dress, which was low cut enough to show off tantalizing bits of the chocolate lace on her bra. She was barefoot, and wore only gold hoop earrings and a chunky gold bracelet for jewelry.

Rob was struck by how homey and at ease he always felt in Mia’s apartment, and he enjoyed seeing her personal things scattered about. She seemed to infuse her personality into the inanimate objects, and give them a life of their own.

Glancing at the extras, like the myriad of candles around the room, Rob was pretty sure Mia had something up her sleeve, but he was too enchanted by the view of her wonderful “family jewels” to think about anything else.

The tantalizing aromas of the apartment, including the strongest one of hot and ready woman, caused the blood to rush immediately from his head to his penis. He had a raging hard-on in seconds as Mia held him captive by the simple expedient of grabbing his buns and pulling his lower body tight against hers, before they even got the door closed to the hallway.

Kissing was definitely on the menu, and Rob had the fleeting thought that he was glad he had shaved again before coming over. After that one, all other thoughts were centered on this gorgeous woman who was now standing with one leg wrapped around his hip, as she alternately sucked on his lips, tongue and that little area just below his earlobe that was so sensitive and was always directly connected to his balls.

Reluctantly, Rob opened his eyes, and came back to reality, firmly setting Mia back from his suffering penis. “Maybe we should tend to the barbecue. I can see on fire out on your balcony,” he breathed into her mouth.

Mia turned, alarmed, to see if she had inadvertently set the building on fire, along with setting herself and Rob afire. While there was some smoke, it was just the alder chips she had added for extra flavor for the steaks.

By the time she figured that out, Rob was off in the kitchen making drinks for them, and trying valiantly to bring his breathing under control, his heartbeat to slow down and will his excited penis to calm down, with “down” being the operative word here.

Mia shrugged and figured that since the “Welcome Home, Sailor!” moment of arrival at her door, had passed, she might as well wait now till after they ate her expensive and time consuming meal. She barbecued two rare filets, twice baked two potatoes and made her signature Caesar salad, minus the garlic, from scratch. For dessert, Mia had planned a chocolate raspberry cheesecake. It took hours to make, and had the most expensive dark chocolate and brandy in it. It was her own concoction, and never failed to draw rave reviews from anyone who tasted it. In fact, even Noah had likened it to a twenty minute orgasm!

Rob dodged around Mia, handing her a wine glass he had poured for her, and sat down at Mia’s computer, explaining he was finalizing his Fantasy Football picks for the draft next week, mainly just to hide his raging erection. Mia finished her meal preparations in the kitchen, and went to Rob. She breathed into his ear, “Dinner is served,” and she led him to the table.

They made small talk, about skiing, golf and hiking, work and weather throughout the meal, and Rob was able to hold his desire down, but just barely. “You are better than a five star chef, my lovely cook,” said Rob, as he leaned back in his chair and pushed back from the table.

“Maybe we need to walk some of that chocolate off,” said Rob. Mia actually agreed because she didn’t want her mind to be too clouded after two bottles of wine. She didn’t want Rob complaining he still had a full tummy when she finally seduced him to spend the night with her, and, she hoped, induce him into confessing his feelings for her. She wanted him to propose, and she hoped this special night she had planned, would give him the nudge he needed to tell her his feelings for her.