Like You Mean It

For the First time

Chris and I had been dating now for about a month. He's been great so far. He's taken me out on many dates, and helped me learn more about the city I now called home. He was my own sexy personal tour guide.

The way he would hold me, and kiss me when we parted was dizzying. I don't think even Alex ever showed me this much want and passion. We've come close a few times to having sex, but always stopped ourselves.

Today may be different, I can feel my need and want for him growing by the day. So, for our date tonight, I invited him over to make him dinner. Dessert? Hopefully me.

It was a rare Friday off, so I have been cleaning all day. I also went out to get everything I needed for dinner. Chris would be coming over after work around 6.

I was going to make Spanish style tapas for us. I had red wine chorizo, jamon serrano, cheese and crackers, bread with tomato, grilled steak, patatas bravas and some roasted veggies. And also got some good red wine. I set up the living room so we could sit and eat there in close quarters.

While things finished cooking, I took the time to shower and get ready. After I shower and dry off, I put on a push up bra and matching underwear set and lather my body in lotion. I let my wavy brunette hair air dry.

The outfit I finally decided on, after hours of searching, is simple, but sexy. It consists of distressed jean shorts and a deep v neck button up blouse. I opt to keep the top button unbuttoned to expose more of my cleavage.

I put on very light makeup. Some mascara, eyeliner, and lip gloss. I'm hoping we'll be sweaty messes later, so I don't want to bother with doing heavy makeup.

I head back to the kitchen, and finish plating all the different tapas, and take them to the coffee table in my living room. I get a bottle of red wine and bring it with two glasses of wine over to the coffee table as well.

I can feel the butterflies start to flutter harder in my stomach when I hear the knock on my apartment door. I exhale to calm my nerves before opening the door.

When our eyes meet I almost jump on him. Chris is standing in front of me in an open red flannel shirt with a tight white tank top underneath, tattoos peeking out from his upper chest as well some of his chest hair, with tight blue jeans.

I find myself wanting to run my hands through his chest hair as I ride him hard. I clench my thighs from the ache starting to form between my legs. This man makes me horny just from standing there. And the look he's giving me as his eyes roam through my figure, makes me melt. He looks like he wants to devour me, and I would gladly let him.

I realize I've been quietly staring at him for a bit too long. "Hey Chris!"

He chuckles at the soft blush on my cheeks. "Hey Charlie."

He leans down and softly kisses my lips. When we part he hands me a bottle of wine I didn't notice he had been holding as well as flowers.

"Thank you. Just head into the living room while I put these in water. Everything is set up in there." Chris nods, and heads over after taking his shoes off.

I put the flowers in a vase with water in the kitchen before heading over to the living room. Chris is already sitting on the floor on the cushions I set out for seating. I join him and give him the rundown of our meal.

"This is amazing Charlie, thank you!" He gives me such an honest look that I knew I made the right decision in the meal.

"When we were stationed in Germany, my mom took me on a girls trip to Spain, and I remember loving the tapas I had there, so I try to do them from time to time." He nods, with a look of awe on his face.