Smut, Spice and everything nice

My First Date

Ananya

Sitting across from Parth at the cozy restaurant, I marveled at how easy everything felt. The conversation flowed effortlessly, punctuated by laughter and shared stories that bridged the gap between our cities. We had been talking for three months, mostly through calls and texts, and this was our first real date. The anticipation of finally meeting had built up, and now, here we were, face to face, and everything seemed to click.

The soft, golden glow of the candlelight played across Parth's face, highlighting his strong jawline and the depth in his dark eyes. His gaze was intense, and it never strayed far from mine. The way he spoke, his voice a warm, low rumble, sent a shiver down my spine. I felt drawn to him, mesmerized by the way his lips moved with each word, and the moments his eyes crinkled with laughter made my heart skip a beat.

"Do you always laugh so easily?" Parth asked, his voice carrying a playful curiosity.

I smiled, feeling a blush creep up my cheeks. "Only when I'm having a good time," I replied, my voice soft and sincere, yet with a hint of the unspoken chemistry that crackled between us.

Our hands rested on the table, close but not quite touching. Every so often, our fingers would brush, sending tiny sparks of electricity through me. The space between us seemed to grow smaller with each passing moment, each shared glance, and every lingering look. I could feel a magnetic pull towards him, something that drew me in and made it impossible to look away.

As the evening wore on, the laughter and easy conversation turned into something deeper. I found myself leaning closer, my heart racing with anticipation. I could feel the heat of his breath, warm and inviting, mingling with the intoxicating scent of his cologne. Before I realized what was happening, Parth's face was inches from mine. His breath, hot and captivating, brushed against my lips, and I felt my pulse quicken.

I stopped, staring at him, my gaze flickering to his lips and back up to his eyes. He paused too, his eyes locked on mine, a silent question lingering between us. The world seemed to stand still in that moment, the noise of the restaurant fading into the background. I could feel the tension, the unspoken desire that hung in the air, and I knew that he felt it too. Without thinking, I closed the gap, my lips meeting his in a rough, hungry kiss.

The kiss was everything we had both been craving, months of anticipation and longing crashing together in an explosion of passion. Parth's lips were demanding, almost desperate, and I melted into the sensation, losing myself in the moment. There was no hesitation, no holding back, just a raw, primal need that took over us both. His hand cupped the back of my neck, pulling me closer, and I responded with equal fervor, my hands tangling in his hair.

When we finally broke apart, I could feel the blush burning on my cheeks. I looked up at Parth, and he was already gazing at me, a dark, smoldering heat in his eyes. The intensity of his stare made my insides turn, and I felt a flutter of excitement deep within me.

"I think we should get out of here," I said, my voice soft and sincere, but laced with unmistakable desire.

Parth's eyes lit up with understanding. "I've been waiting to hear that all night," he replied, his voice low and rough with longing.

He offered to drive me back to his home, and we left the restaurant hand in hand. I was staying at a hotel nearby, but the idea of being alone with him was too tempting to resist. The drive to his home was filled with a comfortable silence, the anticipation building between us with each passing mile. I could feel the tension, the silent promises that hung in the air, and it made my heart race.

Once inside, Parth turned to me, his eyes dark with desire. "Can I get you anything? A drink, maybe?" he asked, his voice husky and filled with an edge of anticipation.