It's Just A Number

Matt pulled you closer and snuggled you tighter in the early morning hours. You tried to be careful not to wake him. How you ended up in bed with him went against everything you had believed just 24 hours ago.

He was eye candy to you...something cute to look at when he was in town and in less than 24 hours, he had suddenly become soul food to you. How was that possible? How could you have let that school boy charm charm the pants off of you?

He disarmed you immediately with his smile. You always believed a smile was the sexiest that thing that a man could wear and Matt wore his smile well. It could have been those beautiful baby blues and that matching blue shirt, after all blue was your favorite color. Maybe it was the ridiculously stupid pickup line that won you over. After all it wasn't something you've heard before. When was the last time a guy asked you:  "What's your favorite piece of silverware...because I like to spoon."
And maybe, it was that crazy heartily filled laugh that resonated in your head.

Matt's body felt warm and welcome next to yours. The dryspell was obviously over and you reveled in the hint of morning peeking through the curtains as the light danced off his face. It had been a long time since you let a man back into your bed but why this one. Of all the men that had tried to talk their way into your bed, why on earth did you let this one in?

Was it because he didn't care that you were fifteen years his senior? His words resonated over and over in your head..."It's just a number. It doesn't mean you are any less beautiful."

Yep, that was it. He didn't care about your age...all he saw was you. Beautiful in his eyes and he told you that all night long. After dinner and dancing, he had walked you home and the rest was a blur of hands, lips, and limbs. It was just a kiss goodnight but it lasted longer than you had expected. The kiss lingered and moved from your lips to the nape of your neck and suddenly, without hesitation, he had you pushed up against the door kissing you far deeper than you ever expected. Something stirred in you that you thought was long since gone...yep, lust had suddenly raised its head in parts of you that you had deemed dormant. You fumbled to open the door to your house and in you fell with the eagerness of a twenty-something. It was a short dance to the bedroom.

Just as you tried to speak, Matt put his finger to your lips to silence your objections. "No regrets." You wanted to protest even more but he whispered in your ear. "It's just a number. It doesn't define you or me."

For a free spirit, he suddenly seemed deep and introspective and you stopped fighting him as he slowly unbuttoned your shirt. When you looked away, feeling self conscious, he lifted your face to his, never breaking his gaze on your eyes. His hands had pulled you closer to his hips and you could feel his excitement building under his jeans. He slowly undid your jeans revealing your under garments. Thank God that was the one thing you you didn't skimp on---good lingerie--- even if no one was ever going to see it. Matt smiled and again whispered in your ear that when the bra and panties matched, it was you who decided to have sex, not the man. You melted right on cue.

You pulled Matt's tee over his head revealing his tanned chest. He was sculpted well, obviously from his work on the Integrity. Your hands moved over his chest like sunlight on water, ever so soft.

Your hands dropped to his belt and you asked him if he was sure about this. He reassured you with a long passionate kiss and his jeans dropped to the bedroom floor. You couldn't help but giggle at the green boxers that he sported. Green looked very good on him as well.

So, there it was. Fifty-something you with thirty-something him losing control all in one swift moment. Damn, how did you get here? All doubt seemed to fly away as well as your inhibitions as Matt laid you on the bed and the two of you explored each others bodies. An all consuming desire was consummated not just once that night but multiple times before you both fell asleep in the twilight hours of the dawn.

You closed your eyes and nestled back into Matt's chest. Wherever or whatever this relationship would be, you were content for now to be present in this moment, in your bed, with that beautiful man...while you reminded yourself that age was just a number.