Sex Unlimited(19)
I laugh. “Yes, last night was very…eventful.”
“Eventful, huh? Maybe I need to step it up so I get a better description other than eventful.” His laughter flows through the phone into my ear. I can’t help but feel energized all over.
“Candace?” his voice transitions from laughter to a more serious tone.
“Yes?” I answer him calmly, though I’m always inwardly nervous when we talk.
There’s a brief pause before he responds. For some reason my heart’s pounding. Is this where he calls it all off? So many questions race through my mind at lightning speed.
“This may be crossing some unspoken line but… would you like to have dinner with me tomorrow night?”
Silence.
Lump. In. Throat.
What does it mean if I have dinner with him? Does that mean we’re dating? I want to have dinner with him. Who wouldn’t?
“Have I rendered you speechless?” he quirks.
Pulling my shit together, I answer, trying not to sound overly excited. “Dinner sounds nice.”
“You don’t sound very sure. Tell me what you’re thinking right now. No games remember? Just honesty.”
This man pulls no punches; he’s always straight forward.
“I’m sure I want to have dinner with you. What I’m not sure of is what dinner would mean.”
There, I said it. It’s so weird just saying what I’m thinking. I wonder, if everyone communicated this honestly would more relationships last longer? Here I am, communicating more openly with someone I just met than I ever did with my husband of fifteen years. Holding in thoughts, doubts, and worries is like an infection that spreads and festers until it turns into a huge breakdown. When, if they had just opened up and talked things out candidly, the breakdown probably would’ve never happened.
“It doesn’t have to mean anything. We’re just two people with common interests, sharing a meal; nothing more, nothing less. What are you afraid of?”
Everything.
Nothing.
“I don’t know.” And that’s the truth.
“We don’t have to do dinner, Candace. I won’t be offended if you say no, although I will be disappointed.”
I shift in my chair, grateful this is a phone call so he can’t see my uneasiness.
“I just don’t want to complicate things since this is supposed to only be sex,” I sigh, feeling awkward.
“Let me tell you something about sex. Are you listening?”
“Uh huh,” I reply, prepared to hang on his every word.
“Good. Really hear me on this. Sex is more than the physical act itself. When we have dinner tomorrow night, I’ll be fucking your mind the entire time.”
Oh, god.
“Do you want me to tell you how? Maybe you’ll change your mind about dinner.”
I’m stunned into silence.
“Candace?”
“Um, yes?”
“Shall I continue?”
Please. Don’t stop. “Yes.”
“If you accept my invitation, and I believe you will, you’ll wear a nice, form fitting top and a skirt. Under that skirt you’ll go without panties, leaving your pussy completely bare for me.”
Heart pounding.
Pulse racing.
“When I first see you, I’ll connect with those emerald eyes of yours. I’ll admire how they have just the perfect hint of amber around the edges where it blends into the green perfectly. My cock will instantly get hard.” His voice deepens and my stomach flip-flops.
“Then I’ll appreciate how your perfect breasts fill out your top, how your beautiful hips curve, meeting the tops of your incredible legs, and I’ll need to steady my breathing. All along I’ll know your bare, exposed pussy is just beneath the thin fabric of your skirt. My cock will throb with need to be inside you. But alas, I’m a patient man, so I’ll greet you with a soft kiss on your cheek and that’s when I’ll whisper in your ear, telling you how damn gorgeous and sexy you are.” He pauses and I’m practically panting. “You still with me?”
“I am,” I whisper.
“Next, I’ll escort you into the restaurant where I’ll pull your chair out for you. I’ll have to inconspicuously adjust myself to sit, because my dick won’t be easy to control around you. I’ll order a whiskey on the rocks and a glass of red wine for you. We’ll talk. During our conversation you’ll be thinking about how good I’ll fuck you after dinner. I’ll be thinking about how badly I can’t wait to taste you. I’ll ask you if you’re wet; you will be. I might even tell you how I plan to fuck you. You’ll enjoy every word. We’ll eat. The food will be amazing because I’ll take you to the best place in the city.”