Fifth Times the Charm

He makes me a nervous mess, zipping up my dress, and my hands tremble. The feeling I have with him makes me feel alive, sexy, and whole again. It is our fifth date, Owen and I, staring nervously in the mirror. Is my red lipstick too much? Doubting myself.

My phone buzzes in my hand; it's time to go.

A black car pulls up, and I hop in. His warm smile greets me. My breath catches, I smile back, his hand rests relaxed in the middle, I brush my fingers over his.

"I think I finally picked the perfect spot," he says.

"I can't wait," I reply.

He parks, gets out, holds the door open for me, and I take his hand. His hand never strays from mine until we are seated. Sushi is my favorite thing, of course, I have to get the California Roll.

He leans in closer, "I thought since you mentioned sushi last time, this place would be good." he paid attention, I give him quiet kudos for listening. Not many men do.

"It is, this place is perfect." I say, brushing a stray hair from my face. I'm not sure why I'm so nervous; his eyes lock onto me, grounding me.

Our drinks and food arrive, and he makes me laugh--it's too much--I snort, as my face turns red from embarrassment. It's the same as four dates ago. It isn't off-putting to him, I don't have to hide, I can just be.

Once were done, we walk back toward the car. The night is cold and I start to shiver, he slips his jacket over my shoulders.

"I had fun tonight, I hope you enjoyed yourself," he says.

"I did" unable to say anything more, not until we stood in front of my door, "Want to come in?" I ask, shyly.

"Yeah, if you're sure," his smile relaxed.

I fumble for my keys, choosing the right one is difficult. He turns on his phone flashlight, helping me. Since I have forgotten to turn the porch light on again. I managed to unlock the door and turn the lights on. I bring my eyes to his. My heart is pounding; I think he may be able to hear it. I gesture toward the sofa.

"You can sit. I will make us some tea." I kick off my shoes and head toward the kitchen.

I sit down with two mugs. He is sitting back on the sofa, arms outstretched, watching me intensely. I make sure to move with intent, I'm not trying to force anything tonight.

"You make it so easy to be around you," his voice quiet.

"One of my many positive qualities," I reply, matching his tone, "I have dessert in the fridge, it's a strawberry cake with whipped cream."

"That sounds great", he says

I brought out a small cake, perfect for two, passing him a fork, and I drag my finger through my half of the cream, bringing it to my lips. I lick it off slowly. I watch his gaze, something shifts in his eyes. He puts down the plate on the table, his eyes mere inches from mine.

"Is everything okay?" I ask, looking over at the mugs still full and cake with a bite taken out of it.

"Yeah", he whispers, "everything is more than okay".

Closing the distance. I have no desire to move; the room is suddenly warmer, making my head spin. Four dates ago I wouldn't have let him touch me, use me, without knowing him. The feeling is different tonight, I force myself to be calm, and steady.

His hand rests on my knee, the heat branding my skin. His eyes settle on my lips. Before grazing his lips over mine, I feel the eagerness-- our breaths intertwining, teasing, slow.

"I have dreamt of this moment since I met you" he murmurs, before gently sucking on my lower lip. My breathing turns shallow, our lips and tongues meet, as his fingers trace up my sensitive skin. Playing with the hem of my dress, he pulls away, my eyes met his, silently begging for more.

We're so close, my fingers skim over his erection, straining to be freed.

Silence.

His hands move at a snails pace, unzipping the back of my dress. Each vertebra he touches sends goosebumps rising across my skin. His lips find my neck, his breath hot, sending a shiver down my spine. The only clothes I have on now are my black lace panties. His teeth nip at my earlobe, "I can go as slow as you want" he whispers.

A small resounding "Yes, "barely escapes my throat.

He rolls and gently pulls my nipples with his fingers, eliciting small gasps out of me. He brought his mouth to one, circling it with his tongue. I am dripping. Heat rises in my core, and I feel blood rush to every sensitive part of me.

It's his turn. I grip each button on his shirt, my hands shake, trying to keep my excitement in. Moving slowly, one by one, until I travel lower, unbuttoning his pants, each movement deliberate.

We're both bare before each other, only his body drips with sin. Firm and hot against mine, I see every detail. Details I knew were there but, now set every confirmation I had in stone. His lips find mine again, --this time hungry, his touch explores and memorizes every inch of my body.

I rake my fingers through his hair. Feeling natural. He guides me onto my back, gripping the edge of my panties and lifting my hips up to slide them off. His kisses trail naturally down my body, each one setting my skin on fire. I spread my legs for him, his fingers dig into my thighs holding me open.

"This is much better than dessert," he smirks up at me from between my legs. His tongue traces over my clit, my pussy is hot with need. I'm already a mess, and we have only just begun, He looks up at me, gauging my reaction. His deep blue eyes--I almost get lost in-- brings me to oblivion.

I moan and writhe under his touch, I shatter like glass, I feel out of control. He carefully inserts two fingers into my pussy, finding that sweet spot inside me. Coaxing an orgasm from between my lips. I gasp, "Owen, Oh. fucking. God" the words feel like molasses--thick and sweet.

I melt into the sofa, unsure how much more I can take. My body feels satisfied yet my mind wants more. I could go all night for an oxytocin and dopamine fix, letting him wreck me until I collapse in his arms. He moves back up to my lips the same way he went down. I take everything in, every sensation until the real fun begins.

"Yes, baby, tonight I am your god," he whispers in my ear. His cock rests against me, hard and hot. I slide my hand down his length, guiding him toward my pussy. "I'm on birth control" I say.

"But don't hold back. I want to be in heaven." reassuring him this is what I can handle.

He enters me slowly, carefully, taking his time to make sure I feel all of him. He teases me some more, he backs out to just the tip before plunging halfway in. I look down to see his cock is glistening in my arousal, each time he pulls out, just to give me more, "Please--"I stammer.

"God, your beautifully greedy" he groans.

My legs wrap around his waist, and our hips find a natural rhythm. Sweat gathers on the back of my head, and my fingers dig into his back. His thrusts became frenzied, with a wild look in his eyes.

"I can't get enough of you," he breathes

I nod, barely able to speak, "I don't think we need dessert next time," I rasp, agreeing.

Feeling my pussy clench around his cock, "Oh. oh. oh yes" my toes curl and back arch, "You're so fucking tight" he groans, coming inside me. I crave to taste him because he has so much more to give.

I'm ready to give, just a little more of myself to him. "I need to taste you," I beg.

He stands in front of me, his cock still hard, fingers tangle in my hair. I kneel. He is in control but I need this, my lips wrap around his cock. Taking him entirely, while my knees dig into the carpet. He set a steady pace, one I could keep up with, and my throat grows deliciously sore. I let him pull back slightly as he comes on my tongue, warm and salty. Looking up into his eyes, I swallow every drop.

I see how heavy his chest is, matching mine, our breath uneven. I stand in front of him, his hands caress my face, kissing me with no urgency. It's just us. The room felt smaller, he lays me down on the couch, sliding in next to me. Pulling a blanket over us, his fingers trace the curve of my side.

"I wasn't expecting anything to happen tonight," I whisper.

"Me neither," He says softly, tickling the side of my neck lightly, "and I enjoyed every inch of you."