You take my breath away as you sit across from me at the small table. The small Cafe', that you love to take me, is packed tonight, and we have to speak loud, leaning into each other's ears. Your eyes hold a sort of mystical magic, as you gaze at me, and I find myself wanting to kiss you right here, in front of all of these strangers, but I just look away, and give the waiter my order.
We talk about your family and mine, and we laugh over who has the worse siblings. The red wine we are drinking is heady, and pungent and I watch you take a long sip and swallow, my lips wanting to taste that neck. You lean into me, and grab my hand across the candle lit table, daring me to protest. Your eyes glitter as you bring it towards your lips, knowing I dislike obvious romantic gestures. I desperately try to think of something funny to say, to break the tension, and to slice throw your intent gaze.
You raise my hand to your face, look at it for a second, turning it over in your large hand.
"You have tiny hands. You know that?"
You turn my hand over and kiss its palm. My long, slender fingers curl, instinctively inward and I feel a blush creep into my cheeks, uncertain if it is caused by your attention, or the strong Italian wine.
You take in my face with your dark eyes, and enjoy watching me squirm under your surveiance. I feel a chill on my bare shoulders, and you reach across to stroke some heat into them, knowing full well that your stroking is causing goose bumps to appear on my pale flesh. Before I can speak a word to you, you look down at the front of my red silk dress, my nipples pushing against the thin fabric, their tips rock hard. You smile wickedly at me and pull me to my feet.
"Let's go".
You take my hand to help me from my chair, and I feel your strong hand at the small of my back, guiding me out of the restaurant, quickly.
The warm, Californian night air envelopes us outside, as our ears adjust to the semi-silence outside. We walk to the curb where your car is parked, the streetlight hiding your features, and most of all, hiding your eyes. I wonder what your thinking at that moment, and inside I feel a pang of nervousness, knowing that sex is on both of our minds.
You turn to me and hold the door open, smiling at me with those devilish eyes. I wait for you to close the door but instead you reach in and kiss me full on the lips, your tongue darting in for just the tiniest of a touch, as if to say hello.
"I love you," I hear you say, and I sigh into my seat.
On the way to your apartment my mind races with something clever to say to you to break the silence, but you seem to read my anxious mind, and grab my hand to calm me.
We've both waited for this night so long, planned for it, fantasized about it, in our separate minds, and now that it is approaching, I feel fear deep in my stomach. What if it changes everything for the worse? What if I disappoint him? Questions blaze through my mind with uncertainty.
I look out the window, staring at the beautiful California landscape and the glittering lights, thinking my thoughts. I turn my head to look at you sideways and feel your hand move to lie on my thigh, your big hand covering most of it, so that your fingers grasp my inner thigh, your thumb swirling a soothing pattern there.
A shiver of anticipation goes through me like an electrical shock, as we pull into your driveway.
Darkness engulfs us as we cross the threshold of the apartment. You grab my hand and pull me to follow you to your bedroom in the darkness. You switch on the overhead light and switch on the stereo, soft music filling the silence.
"Why don't you take a shower and I'll find us some wine. Ok, Hun?"
I silently nod my head and happily retreat to the dark bathroom, feeling like a teenage virgin. I switch on the light, and hear you moving around in your room, silently admonishing myself in the mirror.
"Come on girl, stop acting like a kid. You've had sex before. The key is to fake confidence and exude sexiness," I say to myself, in a last attempt to gain some courage.
"Hell, I'm a Scorpio aren't I?" I say to my reflection.
I shower quickly, using your soap and shampoo, breathing in the familiar scents of you. The bathroom is a steamy sauna, as I wrap a large, white towel around my damp body, and do the best to dry my hair with another.
A familiar song plays on your stereo, as I open the door to your still darkened room, the only thing my eyes can see is the outline of you sitting on the edge of your large bed, the large candle beside you casting our silhouettes on the walls.
"Hellooo...." I say in an attempt to act casual.
"Um...hi there." You say taking in my wet hair, and following the droplets of water that have trickled down my shoulders and in between my breasts.
I feel an urge of desire as you look at me and start to rise off the bed, walking towards me, and stopping within inches of my face, smiling.
You stare intently at my lips and than place your hands on either side of my face, pulling me towards you for a kiss. The instant your tongue dips inside of my mouth I taste wine, and something entirely of your own, the taste of you.
My body leans into yours as the kiss deepens and my insides start to hum with arousal. You pull my towel clad body against yours as your tongue plays with mine, my body warming against your bare chest, desperately want to feel all of you.
You push my head back to suck your way down my long throat, and I feel your tongue flick over the base of my neck, across my pulse point. Air rushes over my bare ass as you lift the towel to caress the damp skin beneath.
I shudder and wrap my arms around your neck, my towel lifting. Your caresses are getting higher, and more urgent as I feel you stroke my inner thighs as you kiss my lips once more in a salty kiss. My hands wrap around the back of your neck, and I let my nails tickle you there, knowing it will arouse you, I feel my way up your back with my hands and caress your strong bare back.
You sigh into my mouth, and I kiss you back with a growing need. My nails start circling your back with deliberate strokes, stopping to rub around the waistline of your boxers.
