She felt the anxiety the closer she got to his door. They hadn’t known each other long and she hesitated to meet him at his condo, but something felt safe and okay.

She reached out and rang the doorbell, feeling her heart beating hard in her chest.

As if he had been waiting by the door, he opened it, smiling at her.

“Hi. Come on in,” he said in his warm, reassuring voice.

He stepped back as she entered and helped her take her coat off.

As she bent down to take off her shoes, he walked over to the coat rack and hung her coat neatly. Then he stood there just watching her with a small grin on his handsome face.

She stood up and looked at him, smiling, wondering if he would kiss her then.

She hesitated, as he smiled back, but didn’t move, then she turned and walked toward the stairs up to his living room. Slowly she stepped up to the second step and feeling him close behind her, she stopped and turned.

Looking directly into her eyes, he reached up and gently cupped her cheek, winding his fingers in her hair. He leaned in slowly continuing to read her eyes. She felt her own eyes close and his lips touch hers gently. She heard herself let out a whimper and was instantly embarrassed, but his hand held her close to him as she felt his other arm wrap around her back, pulling her against his warm body. She caressed his arms and moved her fingers into his hair as they stood there breathing in each other, kissing gently but with an obvious need for one another…

When they finally stopped kissing, they leaned back looking at one another. Smiles on their faces and in their eyes.

He slowly released his arms from around her and trailing his hand down her arm, he gently held her hand, spun her slowly on the stop and they walked up together.

Set out on the table before her was a beautiful warm dinner lit by candlelight waiting for them both.

They took their seats and ate slowly, pausing often during their conversation to breathe and reassess the urgency they both felt. When dinner was done, she helped him clear the table, then per his urging went to sit on the couch while he finished cleaning up. She turned on the TV to an old black & white movie and curled up on the soft leather.

Just a few moments later, he slowly walked in and sat down next to her, uncurling her legs and stretching them out across his thighs. He rested his hands lightly on the legs of her jeans.

They sat like that for a while. Just being in each other’s company.

She slowly shifted so that she was lying with her back on the couch, her legs still resting between his thighs and his hands. She gazed at him, memorizing his profile. He slowly glanced over at her and met her eyes as his hands automatically caressed her legs. He slid his legs up onto the couch and laid down slowly beside her, his back to the couch. She shifted to give him room and rolled onto her side facing him. One of his hands propped up his head as he looked into her eyes, his eyes smiling at her. His other hand gently moved up the side of her thigh, across her hip and under her shirt, caressing her back. He leaned down and kissed her gently. As he felt her desire for him in her kisses, he pulled her closer and kissed her more deeply. His hand exploring her back, her side. He unhooked her bra and moved his hand slowly to cup her breast, kissing her deeply. She let a soft moan escape from her throat and shifted herself to mold her body into his. He rubbed her nipple gently with his fingers and felt her body moving slowly against his.

She broke away from his kiss for a moment to catch her breath. His hand still caressing her breast. She pulled his hand away and wrapped her arms tightly around him for a moment, then backed off the couch. She stood up before him with a shy smile on her face, then reached down and pulled her shirt off over her head.

He sat up, watching her as she removed her bra. She put her hands on his shoulders and sat on his lap straddling him, but keeping her hips close to his knees. He ran his hands slowly up her thighs and around her back, pulling her against him. Her eyes were all he could see as he felt her arms wrap around his back and her hips slowly moving against him. He suddenly pulled her head to his and kissed her passionately as she again let sounds escape from her throat. His hands caressed her back and moved to cup her breasts as they kissed. She pressed her hips hard against him, feeling him through their jeans.

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