Part two to come! Also, this kinda explores weird ways to tease someone. Everyone has their own thing. I would rate it at PG.
"I'll pick you up at eight o'clock, babe," his voice growls.
"Alright, see you then!"
Tonight is my second date with Mark...which is multiple things. Exciting, exhilarating, and hopefully more sober than the last one. I shake off my thoughts and glance at the clock. Six thirty. Perfect.
I hop in the shower and lather in my most expensive body wash, reveling in the smooth bubbles gliding over my skin. The rushing hot water rinses the wash away and I step out, wrapping myself in a towel. I dry off and robe myself before starting on my makeup. I decide to make myself look a bit more mature with a bronze smoke eye and a nude lip. My makeup comes together and I blow dry and curl my hair, pulling the top half back into a rhinestone clip.
Now, what to wear?
I pick a navy blue lace dress with an admittedly low neckline. I pair it with diamond studs and my favorite bracelet. I check the time again. Seven fifty-five. Okay, time to do this.
I rush downstairs, slipping into my strappy wedges and hear my doorbell ring.
There stands the most beautiful smiling man I have ever seen in a baby blue button-down with the sleeves rolled under a navy vest. His outfit was amazing, but I couldn't help but stare into his chocolate eyes.
"Hi there."
I feel the blood rush to my cheeks. "Hi," I squeak out.
He pulls a single red rose from behind his back and grins. "This is for you, babe."
I quietly gasp and thank him by leaning up on my tiptoes to kiss his scruffy cheek. His arms pull me in and I bury my face into his neck. "I'll be right back," I whisper into his ear. His grip loosens and I scurry off to the kitchen and place the rose in a glass of water. Returning to him, I make sure to sway my hips subtly. I notice him staring and I walk up to him, gently pushing his face up to meet my own. "Eyes up here, big boy."
He gulps and I let out a little chuckle. He places his hand on the small of my back and leads me out of the house towards his car. Mark opens my door for me and closes it when I settle myself in. He gets in and we start to drive.
Throughout the drive, his hand slowly glides over my thigh, just going back and forth. The contact gives me a tingly sensation similar to a tickle but more pleasurable. Eventually, his hand makes me ready to squirm so I grasp his strong palm and begin to trace different patterns in it. I glance toward him to gauge his reaction. All I can see in the streetlight is a small smirk gracing his lips. I decide to tease him a bit.
I intertwine our fingers and bring them up to my face, gently nipping at his fingers. He seems to stay pretty unaffected. So I bring the tip of his index finger into my mouth and slowly swirl my tongue around it. I could feel his body twitch and I smirked to myself.
I saw the restaurant a couple hundred feet away and kissed the outside of his hand, letting him go to park the vehicle.
He came and got my door afterward and lead me into the restaurant with my hand wrapped on his forearm. Mark talked to the host and we were lead to a single candlelit table...in the VIP room.
After the host left, I let out my shocked expression. "Mark, how did you book this table?"
He grinned sheepishly, "The owner's kids are fans of me. I only used that to get the best for you."
I blushed and slowly ran my foot up his leg. "Well I guess that's okay. At least it's very...private." I bit my lip and tossed my hair to one side, trying to tease the man.
He inhaled sharply and then a knock on the door invaded the mood. The waiter came in with a glass of champagne and took our orders. As soon as he left, I got up and walked over to Mark with my chair in tow. I placed it beside him and sat down, gesturing for him to lean over. He took a sip on champagne and obliged. I kissed his cheek sweetly and then moved lower towards his neck. I placed my arms around his back and pulled myself closer before he just lifted me onto his lap.
"Are you okay with this?" he asked gently.
I nodded and he cupped a hand around my jaw and brought me down to his lips. As soon as our lips met, the darkness of my closed eyes exploded in color and I let out a whimper.
He pulled back, afraid of hurting me and I shook my head, placing my hands on the collar of his shirt and tugged him in, meeting his soft lips with my own. I could feel his heartbeat in those two plump muscles and I shivered, grasping his smooth hair in my fingers. He gently pulled back and caught his breath.
"Baby, we still need to eat. We can do whatever you want to afterward. Is that okay?"
I blushed and nodded, standing off of him and sitting in my chair beside him, leaning my head on his shoulder. He chuckled and wrapped his arm around me, letting me get comfortable on his chest.
If only the waiter would hurry up already...
