by Kelly Myers
He’s too good for me. I muse over that as we finish our meals and David pays with grace. I offer to pay, of course, or at least to split, but he just smiles and says no and takes the check.
He’s too mature. He’s too old. He’s too confident and too good at going for what he wants.
Then I remember what Marianne told me earlier that day. She said I didn’t even know how amazing I was. Maybe, just maybe, I am good enough for David.
When we exit the restaurant, I start to walk towards my apartment building, and he walks by my side without hesitation. We talk some more about our lives and jobs and random things.
By the time we reach my apartment building, I know I want him to kiss me. I stop and nod at my building. “This is me.”
“I had a good time.” David steps closer to me, and I stare up at him as a gentle evening breeze blows through my hair.
He reaches up and gently takes one of my dark curls in his fingers. He stares at the lock as if he’s been waiting to touch it for ages.
I never make the first move. I don’t know how to. But since he’s so close, and since my block is quiet, and there’s no one in sight, I take a step closer.
Without hesitating, David bends down and brushes a soft kiss against my mouth. The contact is firm, but gentle and brief. It’s everything I love in a first kiss. He pulls away and looks down at me, a question in his eyes.
I rise on my tiptoes to kiss him again, and this time he places one hand on my lower back and moves his other hand to my neck. I rest my hands on his sides, my pulse ratcheting up a notch when I feel the hard muscle beneath his shirt.
David slides his tongue between my lips, and I gladly open for him, forgetting that we’re on the street, and I hate PDA.
He kisses me deeply for a few more seconds, but he doesn’t go too far. He pulls away and looks down at me. In the growing darkness, I see a dozen emotions race across his face. Tenderness and interest and curiosity. And surprise, as if he can’t believe we’ve ended up here.
He drops his hands from my neck and back, and I immediately crave his touch again.
“I had a good time,” he murmurs.
“Me too.”
Then, for the first time that evening, I remember Logan. This is the first date I’ve gone on since the break-up, the first man I’ve kissed, and I haven’t thought of Logan once tonight. I haven’t drawn comparisons or longed to be back in my old relationship. And, when David was kissing me, for once my heart didn’t feel broken.
And, that makes me want David all the more.
I should be direct. He’s been upfront with me. He was the one who didn’t hesitate to say it was a date. I should ask for what I want for once in my life. And after that kiss, I definitely want him.
“Do you want to come up with me?” My voice is quiet but steady.
He looks down at me, and I start to get nervous.
I can’t believe I just invited him back to my apartment on the first date. I have never slept with a guy on the first date in my entire life.
He’s going to think I’m a slut. I resign myself to a gentle rejection.
“Yes.”
I widened my eyes in shock.
David chuckles and rests his hand on my cheek. “Why are you surprised?”
I don’t have an answer for him. I don’t want to go into detail about my ex or my neuroses about men and dating. I don’t want to talk anymore. I just want to be with him. It’s been so long since I was held and cherished.
So I shrug and turn towards my door.
David takes my hand as we walk up the steps.
Chapter Nine
I know my studio is probably smaller than wherever David lives, but I shake off my embarrassment as I unlock my door. It’s not like going to his place was an option.
And once we’re inside, it’s clear he doesn’t care about what my apartment looks like. His heavy gaze is fixed on me.
He steps closer and takes my head in his hands. He gazes into my eyes for a moment and then he presses his mouth against mine, and I can feel his hunger. I suck in my breath and wrap my arms around his neck and press myself against his torso.
He’s so tall and so handsome that I know I should be nervous, but I’m not. Or if I am nervous, it’s being drowned out by a million other emotions like lust and desire.
I can’t believe this is happening. David moves one hand down my back and rests it just above my bottom, and I arch my back at his touch.
It strikes me that I’ve never wanted someone so much. Usually it takes me a while to reach a frenzy of desire. I need to get comfortable and get to know someone.
But David has a way of setting me at ease in an instant. And I’m so attracted to him, it’s terrifying.
He deepens the kiss as he pushes me gently across the room until the back of my thighs hit my bed. It’s the only place to really lounge since I don’t have a couch, so I pull him down until he’s spread on top of me.
David props himself up on his elbows and lifts his head to move his lips across my cheek and down to my neck. I gasp as his tongue flicks the ticklish spot where my neck meets my shoulder.
Needing to get closer to him, I shift my hips and open my thighs so his legs settle between them. My eyes widen as I feel the hardness of his erection.
This man – a man I considered far too handsome and old for me – clearly wants me. And I want him just as much. As his hands explore my body, tentatively at first, and then with more eagerness, my blood begins to pulse with an overwhelming craving.
I want his touch to make me forget all the reasons we shouldn’t be doing this. I want his kiss to make all the worries vanish from my head.
David raises his head and looks down at me. “Is this ok?”
“I think so.” I freeze at my answer. It’s not exactly representative of the enthusiasm my body is feeling, but I can’t think straight when he looks at me with those green eyes.
David rolls off me and sits up. He runs a hand through his hair and lets out a raw laugh. “You must think I’m barbaric, the way I’ve jumped on you.”
“I don’t think that.” I sit up as well, so that my thigh is pressed against his.
“I don’t...do this often,” David says. “I don’t date, and it’s been a while since I’ve been with anyone really.”
I wonder how many women he’s been with since his wife died. I wonder what he means when he says he doesn’t date. Does he just hook up? Have one-night stands?
Those questions are too heavy for this moment. I get the sense they have complicated answers, and I don’t want complications. I just want him to kiss me again.
“I haven’t been with anyone in a while too,” I murmur. I know in the grand scheme of things six months is not that long, but it’s felt like a long time. “We don’t have to continue if you don’t want to.”
David laughs and turns to me with a gaze so direct, it sends chills down my spine. “Trust me, I want to continue.”
I tuck my legs up underneath me and lay one hand on his shoulder blade. Then I kiss him. I capture his mouth with mine, and I push my tongue against his. I want him to know that I desire him as much as he desires me.
I feel the moment his restraint gives out. His hands seize me around the waist, and he pulls me into his lap so that I’m straddling him and my knees rest on either side of his hips.
I kiss him along his jawline, relishing the scrape of his stubble against my skin. He buries one hand in my hair, while his other hand slips under the hem of my blouse and caresses the bare skin of my back.
“Elena,” David murmurs. “You’re so beautiful.”
I lean back to look at him, and I give him a soft smile as I lift my blouse over my head.
Never in a million years did I imagine that sex with him was a possibility tonight, so I’m wearing a simple white bra. David doesn’t seem to care. I feel like a goddess of sensuality as his eyes roam over my exposed skin. His hand moves to my breast, and he bends his head to kiss my soft flesh.
I shift my hips so they grind even closer to his, and he lets out a soft moan. I slip my own hands beneath his shirt, and soon that’s over his head.
My eyes widen as I take in his bare chest and its layer of hair. He’s in remarkable shape, and every inch of him feels firm and strong.
I run my hands over his arms, and his grip on me tightens as he stands and rotates so that I’m on my back on the bed, and he’s standing above me.
Without hesitating, I push him back and sit up as I reach for the button of my pants. I wiggle out of my slacks and let them fall to the floor. David pauses for just a moment, but I reach for his waistband, and he lets me undo his pants. Then he yanks them down, while he kicks off his shoes.
A moment later, his body is covering mine, and we’re kissing again, as if we’ve been starving for human affection. This is rushed, desperate lovemaking. We can’t slow down because we can’t get enough of each other.
I wrap my legs around him and pull him against me, my core radiating warmth when I feel his erection through his underwear.
David pulls away and lets out a soft groan. “I want you. I’ve wanted you since the moment I saw you.”
“I want you too, David.” It’s the first time I’ve said his name aloud. “Please, don’t stop.”
His mouth devours mine, and he starts to tug at my bra with one hand. I lift my back so he can unbuckle it, and as soon as it’s gone, his mouth moves to my nipple. I gasp as he sucks and licks at both my nipples until they’re pert and erect. As he pleasures my breasts, he slips his hand underneath my panties, and I let out a mewl of delight as his finger brushes through my wetness.
Usually, I’m in my head during sex. Especially, if it’s for the first time with someone. I can’t stop worrying about what they think and fretting so much that I don’t enjoy it.
This isn’t like that. This is like nothing I’ve ever known. I’m so greedy for David’s body that I act with a boldness I’ve never experienced. I press myself against his fingers and make noises I never knew I could emit.
It’s because it’s so clear that he is enjoying me. Just the way he touches me, as if I’m his personal drug, banishes all my inhibitions.
David’s finger slides over my flesh and then nudges at my clit. I whimper and push myself harder against him. He gives me a sly grin as he teases me. Then he bends his head and begins to lick at my breasts.
I lose myself in the tingling sensations rising in my body as David’s mouth moves down my stomach, his tongue flicking at my navel.
He slides his body lower on the bed so that he’s situated between my knees, and he pulls my panties off. His finger carefully separates me, and I gasp as he leans down.
Suddenly, my brain starts working again, and I start panicking. I enjoy oral sex, and most of the time I need it to come, but I know most guys I’ve been with don’t love it. In fact, I’ve grown to not even expect it, and I definitely never expect it the first time I’m with someone.
“You don’t have to,” I blurt out.
David furrows his brow, his head hovering over my abdomen. “I want to. Please, Elena, can I?”
My mouth falls open at the way he begs to kiss me there, and all I can do is nod.
“Yes,” I say. “Yes.”
My consent turns into a gasp as he starts to avidly run his tongue over my sensitive flesh and begins to suck at my clit, his fingers delve deeper inside me.
All my lingering nerves and worries evaporate as he takes me higher and higher. His tongue plunges against me, and I lift my hips to give him a better angle, crying out as his finger curls against a sensitive spot inside me.
My pleasure begins to rise to an almost overwhelming point, and yet my body burns for even more.
With one last lick, David pulls his mouth away, but keeps stroking my clit with his finger.
“Do you have a condom?” he asks.
“Yes.” I roll over to my side, and David instantly grabs my ass as I reach to my nightstand and snatch a condom out of the drawer.
David pulls down his boxers, and I openly stare at his cock as he slides the condom over it. Every cell in my body starts screaming to feel him inside me.
Luckily, it seems like he has the same idea. He pushes me back and hovers over me, his erection pressing against my entrance. I bend my knees and clasp his hips with my thighs. He closes his eyes as he starts to enter me. I lift my hips just a bit, and he abandons any attempt at slowness.
Instead, he plunges into me, his erection filling me to the brim. I cry out again and again as he thrusts, and I watch him close his eyes and moan.
He reaches down to stroke my clit again, and the sensation sends me hurtling towards a climax.
“Oh God, I’m sorry, I can’t last much longer,” David cries.
“I’m gonna come.” I gasp and clutch at his shoulders. “I’m coming.”
David shudders with his own orgasm only a moment later, and together we move and gasp through the waves of our bliss.
When we’re both finished, there’s a sheen of sweat coating my skin, and my whole body is buzzing with a soft warmth. I glide my hands over David’s shoulders. For a moment, we just hold still and look at each other.
“That was amazing,” David whispers.
Then he pulls out and rolls over. We lay on our backs and stare at the ceiling and slowly, my brain starts whirring again.
I’m lying naked in bed with David Russo. A doctor. A man who is over ten years older than me. A parent. The father of one of my students.
And a few hours ago, I was telling myself that our dinner wasn’t necessarily a date.
David touches my arm, and I’m startled from my spiral of thoughts.
“I’m just gonna go to the bathroom, ok?” He looks down at me with a soft smile that melts my heart.
I nod, and he gets up, pauses to scoop his boxers off the floor and walks across my tiny studio in about three steps.
As soon as the bathroom door is shut, I scoot to the edge of my bed and snatch at my baggiest pajama top. I yank it on, and then grab some clean underwear.
When David emerges from the bathroom, I’m sitting cross-legged and chewing on my lower lip. I’m relieved to see that he’s pulled on his boxers. I don’t think I could handle his naked body right now. Just seeing his bare torso makes me want to run my hand over his layer of chest hair.
“Are you alright?” David uses the voice I imagine he uses with his patients. Calm but clear.
I nod. Then I shrug.
David sits down next to me and rests his big hand on my back. Instinctively, I lean into him, and he pulls me to his chest and lays down. I curl my legs against his and rest my head on his upper arm, my one hand falling to his stomach.
Despite my reservations, I let myself sink into him. I’ve always loved cuddling, and it feels good to rest in his arms.
“I enjoyed that,” I say. “But it’s strange for me. I don’t usually have sex after one date, and I never date parents.”
“Can’t you just think of me as a person?” David asks. “Just a guy you met the normal way?”
“Yes.” It’s the truth. After what just happened, he’s definitely a real person to me. “But it’s still strange.”
Instead of answering, David shifts his body so he’s facing me, and he presses a gentle kiss against my mouth. “Strange but good.”
I smile at him, and he brushes his thumb against my lips.
Then he gets up, and coldness rushes over my limbs.
“I have an early shift at the hospital tomorrow,” David says. “So I should go.”
“Ok.” I nod and smile to show that I’m not at all offended. In fact, I’m glad he came up with a reason so I don’t have to.
I may have been able to release my inhibitions during sex, but I couldn’t do that for an entire night. Sharing a bed with someone is a big deal to me. It’s way too soon to do anything like that with David.
He gets dressed, and I walk him to the door. He kisses me one m
ore time and then leaves.
Once he’s gone, I know I should think about what just happened.
Instead, I collapse onto my bed, exhausted from the evening. I decide that I’ll have plenty of time to analyze this tomorrow. I scoop up my phone and send a quick text to Marianne: You were right. It was definitely a date. I’ll give you details tomorrow, too tired right now.
Then I curl up and fall into a deep sleep.
Chapter Ten
I sleep through my first alarm, but luckily, I have three alarms permanently set on my phone.
I roll out of bed at the second one, and I stumble to the bathroom, in a cloud of grogginess.
I shouldn’t have gone on a date on a weekday. I shake my head as the details from the night before come back to me. I shouldn’t have gone on that date at all. And, I slept with David!
Why did I not consider the consequences? I have to see his daughter later today.
As I brush my teeth, I decide that it was libido, pure and simple. I needed a rebound from Logan, and even if my mind didn’t know it, my body did.
The problem is, I could not have chosen a more awkward person for a rebound. The very idea of talking to David again makes me want to throw up. He’s so much older, and he probably thinks I’m just this young little slut he can hook up with now and again, and then leave right away.
I blink as I remember how he looked at me the night before. How he said I was beautiful. He wasn’t treating me like a slut at that moment. Not at all. He was treating me like...I don’t know what. Someone important.
I roll my eyes and head to my closet. I don’t have time to analyze every second of the night before, I’ve got to get to work. I start to pull on a long skirt and a simple blouse. I opt to pull my hair in a ponytail since I don’t have much time.
But Oh God, the sex was good. Really good.
I grab my purse and dash out the door. I try to focus on walking the few blocks to school and not admitting the truth, but it’s not like walking takes up that much brain space.