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A warm breeze flirted with my green sleeveless maxi dress, the wet sand pushed in between my toes. It was our third official date. Jason had taken me to a seaside Italian grotto, followed by a walk along La Jolla Shores. “Who knew you were such a catch? Dark, cozy restaurants and long walks on the beach. You’d be a sure thing in the singles ads.”
“Yeah, I was wondering if I should give them a try.”
“No way.” I grabbed him around the waist. “I’m keeping you. At least for now.”
“You might trade me in?”
“You never know. If you don’t make a move soon, I might have to explore my options.” I smiled and tossed my blonde hair behind my shoulder. “Goose, take me to bed or lose me forever.”
He laughed at my reference to the movie Top Gun. “So you’re ready for my next move?”
I squeezed him tighter. “I am.”
“I’ve made love to you in my fantasies. Does that count?”
“It’s a good start. How was it?”
“It was awesome. I was a total stud. You were okay.”
“Hey,” I punched him gently on the arm. “I demand a do-over. Besides, we ought to take advantage of my empty house before I have to give it up to my in-laws.”
He leaned in and brushed his mouth against mine, slowly sucking my lower lip. I kissed him back, my hands exploring the nape of his neck and the curve of his shoulders.
***
Jason took me back to my place. I asked him to put on some music, to give me a moment before he came upstairs. I wanted to clean myself up and wash the sand off my feet.
Inside my bedroom, I shut the door halfway. Stripping off my ruffled green dress and underthings, I adjusted the dimmer to low light and drew a warm bath.
Over the rush of water filling the tub, I heard him fumble with the stereo downstairs, music poured out of the home’s built-in speakers. John Mayer stroked an acoustic guitar before going into an extended solo in Edge of Desire.
I slid into the bathtub and listened to Jason’s footsteps climb the stairs and enter my room. A light ocean breeze blew outside the open window.
“Nice view,” he said to me.
“Thanks,” I called to him, looking over my shoulder to watch him walk closer.
“Wow. Is that all for me?”
“It will be when I’m finished with my bath.”
He kneeled down next to me and took the bar of soap. Dipping it in the water, he rubbed it into a lather in between his hands. I leaned forward to give him the full expanse of my back.
“You have such a beautiful shape. Your waist is so dainty and feminine,” he said rubbing his warm soapy hands down the length of my back and then reaching around to wash my belly and then up to my breasts.
“You’re so detailed.” I smiled with appreciation.
“It’s my pleasure.”
I extended my right leg and gave him full access to my calf and foot. He rubbed each one of my legs and feet with great care.
“What would you be doing right now if we hadn’t met?” I asked.
“Nothing as good as this. You ready?” he asked holding out a towel for me.
I stood and began to step out of the bath when he implored me to stop.
“Why,” I asked, watching him lean down and flip the bath mat over. “What are you doing?”
“There was sand on it. I didn’t want you to get your feet messy again after we just washed you.”
I froze, my head swimming as if I had left my own body.
“Did I do something wrong? Are you okay?”
Was he really doing this for me? Did he care enough to notice such a small detail and go out of his way to pamper me? Tears welled in my eyes. “I’m fine.” I reached for the towel he held open. “I just can’t believe you did that. That’s the most thoughtful thing anyone has ever done for me.”
“Flip a bathmat over? Are you kidding me Sam?” He helped wrap the towel around my body. “You’re too easy, you know that?”
“No, I’m not,” I protested, considering whether or not he was right. Is this how a man was supposed to treat a woman before he made love to her? Why had I never expected more?
Jason pulled his brand new polo shirt over his head as I rubbed his belly and chest. At just over six feet tall, his big frame looked better with his clothes off. He removed his jeans and boxer shorts before picking me up and carrying me to the bed. I slid under the sheets and turned my back to him, wanting to luxuriate in his touch.
He pressed his bare chest against my back. “I love your silhouette,” he whispered into my ear. From my ear, his lips traveled down my neck, lingering along the edges of my collar bone. His deliberate attention made me feel delicate, womanly, wanted. No man had taken his time with me before, not like this.
The palm of his slightly calloused hand found its way gently along my rib cage, down into the hollow of my waist, and finally with a firm hold, wrapped my hip bone in his grasp. The deepening of his breath was enough to coax me onward.
I stretched onto my back, allowing him to cup my breast. “What are you doing to me Jason?” I asked. His touch felt so loving. My back arched and I moaned as his tongue traveled down my stomach, into the inner fold of my thigh. Jason used his mouth and hands at the same time, gently applying pressure in just the right spots.
I couldn’t take it anymore, I didn’t want to wait. Jason started to move back up my stomach kissing me slowly. I rolled us over and put him on his back. He placed both his hands on my hips as I moved on top of him, straddling my legs around his hips. Taking careful hold, I began to guide him inside me.
“Slow down,” he murmured. “What’s your rush? Let’s enjoy this.”
I tried to catch my breath. Tried to let him take his time. This was so different from my other sexual experiences with men. I was used to moving things along to make the man feel good, or in the case of Bobby and me, laying there and pretending to like it.
Jason held me closer, and pulled me down closer to his lips. “Kiss me some more first.”
I put my mouth on his and kissed him, allowing the rough stubble of his beard to scratch across my face. Sliding down his chest, my nipples lightly touched the surface of his skin as I went down. My tongue slipped around the head of him and then up and down the most sensitive area, starting and stopping, going slow and then fast. He ran his fingers through my hair, watching me move. I wanted to please him the way he had been pleasing me.
“Can I put you inside me now?” I needed to feel all of him, nothing between us.
He nodded his head in reply. Songs changed, new lyrics...Slow Dancing in a Burning Room.
I slid upward along his torso and kissed him once more, a deep passionate kiss, slow and intense. We were connected in the most intimate way. For once, the constant clatter of running dialogue in my head went silent. It was just the two of us and this feeling, nothing else mattering.
I moved him inside me slowly, not giving him full access. He pressed into me, and I raised my hips to stop him. We stayed that way, my hips keeping me just out of reach, kissing and touching each other, letting the ache build. He breathed out and I breathed him in.
Releasing my last reserves of will power, I let go.
Tension and desire. I screamed out and felt him push harder inside me as I climaxed. Thirsty and spent, I let my body collapse on top of his. He moved below me, my climax sending him over the edge.
Our heat and sweat mingled and cooled. I didn’t want to let him go, didn’t want time to move forward. Our lovemaking felt so natural, so shared, like we were perfectly in tune with one another. “That was amazing,” I said letting out a deep exhale. “If I still smoked, I would definitely need a cigarette right now.”
We lay in silence, my head nestled in the crook of his arm. Crickets chirped from the sliver of my open window. “I hope the neighbors didn’t hear,” I giggled.
“You weren’t that loud. Well, except for your scream at the end.”
I lightly punched his chest with my fist. “That was all your fault, I hope you know.”
“Go ahead, blame it on me.”
“I wish you could stay here with me forever,” I said without giving it a second thought.
“If you moved in with me, I wouldn’t have to leave you at night.”
I ran my finger through a curl in his bushy brown hair. Moving in with Jason would be allowing another man to rescue me, to temporarily fill a void. My newfound independence felt good. “I was also thinking ...”
“Yes?” he asked.
“I could drop the kids off with their grandparents on Friday nights and come over to your place for midnight play dates.”
He scooped me into his bear arms. “My kids are in bed by eight. Why wait so long?”
“What in the world would we do with all those extra hours?” I placed my arm across my forehead in mock confusion as I rolled out of his embrace.
He squeezed me closer. “Let me show you ...”