A Little Variety

Friday PM.

My heart is thumping in my chest as I step off the train. It feels like every time I meet up with him, I feel butterflies in my stomach.

He's sitting on one of the benches by the turnstile, and I feel giddy knowing he used one of his subway fares to meet me inside the gate rather than outside.

I slide up to him, and he pulls me into a hug.

"Sorry," he whispers into my hair, and the sensation sends chills down my spine.
I pull away from him gently, and look into his eyes.
"For what?" I ask, slightly perplexed.
"For snapping at you. About my girlfriend. It was really the last thing I needed to hear that day."
"Oh, it's okay. I really shouldn't have come at you like that, so I'm sorry too. But, I mean have you said anything to her?"

He shakes his head, and I understand. I mean, I had inklings of Matt cheating on me too, but just like this guy, I wasn't doing squat about it. In fact, I had given Matt another chance. I can't judge him for doing the same thing. It just makes me wonder what the heck we are doing with each other now. But, whatever it is, I know that I like it, and I don't want to give it up on this either.

He nods at me, as if he knows exactly what I am thinking. We walk up the subway steps and into the fresh air.

"Hungry?" he asks.
"Very," I respond, my stomach also grumbling as a response.
"Do you want to cook? Or order in."

I think about this to myself for a minute, and know that I usually choose to cook, as I find it a lot of fun, but I also know that I am exhausted.

"Do you have a preference?" I ask him.
"Nope, I'm good for either."
"Okay," I decide. "Let's order in."
"M Noodles?" he asks with a smile.
I smile back, as it is just what I was thinking.

I open the door to my apartment, and we step inside. I drop my stuff on my coat rack, and amble to my bedroom.

"Hey, I just want to change really quick. There's a menu on my fridge. Decide what you want."

He takes the menu and proceeds to sit on my couch.

I change as quickly as possible, and plop down next to him to look over at the menu. As I look over my choices, I feel his hand tracing circles on my back. It feels hypnotizing, and all I want is for his hand to touch my elsewhere.

If I wasn't so hungry, I'd rather do other things with him than order food, but my stomach grumbles in protest.

We both order the same dishes we ordered on the date that we went on, and make the decision to split each entrée with one another.

Since we can use a laugh, we decide to watch 'The Big Lebowski' together. I loved the movie, but Matt never wanted to watch it. He preferred action adventure to comedy.

Our food comes soon after the start of the movie, and we pop open the containers and dump food on our plates as we continue to watch it.

Once we fill our bellies to our hearts content, we take a seat back and finish up the movie.

I pick up my phone to see if I have any messages, but I don't. I frown to myself as I was hoping I'd have at least something from Matt, but it just seems like things are going back to how they used to be. I actively push that thought out of my mind, and focus on the present.

"You okay?" he asks.
"Yeah, sorry," I apologize, feeling rude.
"No worries, just wanted to make sure."
"I'm just distracted," I admit.
"Well," he smirks, and my stomach flips. "I can distract you in other ways."

My heart races, just as it had when I got off the train earlier.

I look deep into his eyes, and in a second, I am moving towards him on the couch. He pulls me into his lap, and as I thrust against him while he kisses me deep, I can feel him harden underneath me. Feeling that makes me moan into his mouth, which makes him kiss me more feverishly.

He leans into me, and I am suddenly on my back on my couch. He lifts my shirt up and kisses me lightly on my stomach, and my hips lurch forward from pleasure. He smirks at me from my lower region, and I feel a full wave of desire.

He slowly pulls my pants down, my panties going along with them. Then he looks up at me. My breath comes out raspy, and all I want is to feel his mouth on me.

I feel his finger in between my legs, and my whole body is on fire. He picks his finger up and licks it, and seeing him do this makes me body quake.

He moves his head lower, and I feel his tongue swirl against me. I moan with pleasure, and he continues to make small strokes along my tender skin.

I can't take it anymore and I need to feel him inside me in a different way, so I pull his head towards me. He leans down and kisses my neck and I groan.

"I want you," I say in a husky voice.
"I want you, too," he responds, and I hear his pants drop to the floor.

Suddenly, he is inside me, and our bodies are rocking against each other in a perfect rhythm. He pumps harder and harder inside me and our breaths come out in gasps until we finish.

Exhausted, we lie next to each other on the couch, and he returns to tracing circles on my damp skin.