Happy weekend all, and hello bonus post :)
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When I got home from work the next
day, I took a shower, shaved, moisturized, and then for good measure, put on a
pretty lacy bra and panty set. Over it,
I pulled on a pair of leggings and a long sleeved shirt, intending for the
pretty underwear to be a bit of a surprise beneath the otherwise boring
clothes.
I had spent nearly an hour at
work today surfing the internet and looking at recipes, trying to figure out
something to make that might impress Ryan.
I realized that was a recipe for disaster (bad pun absolutely intended)
and decided to stick with a delicious and simple chicken and vegetable pasta
dish that I could make in my sleep. I’d
rather do a good job on something unimpressive than botch something
impressive.
Somehow, I managed to time
everything pretty perfectly and was almost done when my doorbell rang. I abandoned the kitchen and opened the door
for Ryan. He promptly held out both a
bouquet of flowers and a bottle of wine.
“What is this?” I asked.
“Well,” he said with smirk,
stepping inside, “I can’t be sure, but from an initial examination it appears
to be a bottle of wine and some very pretty flowers.”
I rolled my eyes. “I agree with your assessment, Sherlock, and
I thank you for your kind gesture. Even
though it’s completely unnecessary.”
“Well, back when I used to date, I
always got flowers for them when I fucked something up. I’m breaking that connection,” he informed me
as he followed me into the kitchen.
I laughed and set the flowers down
so I could get a vase out. I handed it
to him. “Can you take care of those for
me while I finish this up?” I asked, gesturing at the stove. “And I will gladly benefit from the fruits of
your labor to make up for past idiotic behavior.”
“Oh good, because I was starting to
think you didn’t appreciate it,” he teased me.
I turned and made eye contact with
him and told him seriously, “I absolutely do.
I just feel weird when men are nice to me, so I guess I act like a dick
about it.”
He blinked in surprise and then
said, “That was…enlightening,” he said.
Then he frowned and said, “And kind of awful, actually.”
“Well I didn’t say it to make you
feel bad for me,” I said matter-of-factly.
Being blunt and to the point made me feel less weird about being
vulnerable and saying things that were probably a little awkward. “I just said it so you’d know.” Then I turned back to the stove.
Ryan didn’t say anything for a
moment, and I fully expected the evening to take a weird turn. I sighed softly to myself, wondering why I
couldn’t just keep my mouth shut and appreciate things. Then he said, “Do you have a corkscrew?” I
pointed him towards the drawer that had it and he opened the wine, found
glasses, and poured for us both. He set
my glass down next to the stove, then leaned against the counter, took a long
drink of his wine, and said, “I know you’d like to move on and pretend that
conversation didn’t happen, and I’m fine with that, but first I want you to
know that I appreciate you telling me that.”
“Thank you,” I said quietly.
“You’re very welcome,” he replied,
leaning over and kissing my cheek. “Now,
feed me because I’m starving and this smells delicious.
I gave him a dirty look. “Go sit down, bossy.”
“You’ve never complained about it
before,” he said innocently.
“That’s because the only time
you’re ever bossy is…” I trailed off, narrowing my eyes at him.
He laughed. “In bed?” he asked with a smirk.
“Go sit down,” I said again. With one last smirk and a wiggle of his
eyebrows, he took his wine and sat down at my small table. I got out plates and silverware and brought
our dinners over to the table.
Ryan inspected his plate. “Doesn’t smell like poison,” he said,
sniffing it. “But the best poison never
does.”
“Oh, and where did you learn so
much about poison?” I asked him drily.
“A poison expert never shares his
secrets,” he said seriously.
I rolled my eyes, for at least the
fifth time since I’d let him in. “Of
course he doesn’t.”
Ryan took a bite of his dinner and
then nodded appreciatively. “This is
really good.”
“Thank you,” I replied. “I told you I wasn’t an idiot in the
kitchen.”
He chuckled. “I never thought you were.”
When we finished dinner, Ryan
helped me get the plates in the sink, but I waved off his offer to help me wash
dishes. “I’ll wash them later,” I said.
“Later when?” he asked. “Because I have plans for you for the rest of
the evening.”
“Oh, do you?” I asked coyly,
smiling at him. “What kind of plans?”
“These kind of plans,” he replied,
crossing the distance between us in three steps, grabbing my face firmly, and
kissing me hard. I gripped the sides of
his shirt tightly for several seconds before sliding my hands up his stomach
and chest, then wrapping one around the back of his neck and pushing the other
up into his hair. I yelped in surprise
when he picked me up and tossed me over his shoulder. “We’re going upstairs,” he informed me.
“I am perfectly capable of walking
upstairs, you know,” I pointed out from my unfortunate inverted position.
“Where’s the fun in that?” he
asked, taking the opportunity to smack my ass. “I kind of like you like this.”
When we got up to my room though,
things were suddenly different. He set
me down carefully on my feet and kissed me gently, his tongue barely parting my
lips. “Are you nervous?” he asked,
looking at me.
“Why?”
“I can feel your heart pounding,”
he replied, pressing his hand tighter against my back.
“Maybe a little,” I replied. “It feels different this time.”
“Bad different?”
“No,” I said quickly. “Not at all.
Just…different. I don’t
know. More serious? Like it means something? It never meant anything before. Or, at least it wasn’t supposed to.”
Ryan let me ramble away, and then
when I stopped, he kissed me. “I think
it’s good different,” he said decisively after pulling away. Our eyes met briefly before we kissed again.
We peeled clothes off as we kissed,
and when I was down to my bra and panties Ryan took a step back and looked me
up and down. “Damn,” he said. “I’m one lucky motherfucker.” Then he pushed me down onto the bed and
climbed on top of me, easily freeing me from my bra before concentrating his
attention on my breasts.
I moaned as he teased my nipples
with his lips and tongue and eventually his teeth. My hips seemed to grind against his of their
own accord. When he finally slid a hand
into my panties, I groaned and moved my hips furiously against his fingers,
trying to get some relief. It had been
far too long since we’d had sex.
“Point taken,” he murmured in my
ear, sliding my lacy thong down my legs and positioning himself between
them.
“Yes,” I hissed when he pushed into
me. He worked himself slowly into me,
sucking and nibbling at my neck the entire time.
I have no idea how he managed to
last as long as he did, but three positions and 4 orgasms later, I curled up
against him, exhausted. “I don’t think I
could come again if I tried,” I groaned.
“Is that a challenge?” he asked,
his hand trailing up my inner thigh.
“Not really,” I replied, but I
gasped when he began to stroke lightly between my legs. “Ryan, I don’t think…” but I trailed off as
he continued, switching between tight circles and smooth up and down
strokes. As it turned out, I was wrong,
and Ryan was certainly up for the challenge.
“That’s what I thought,” he said
smugly, pulling me tightly against him.
“I appreciate your competitive
spirit,” I mumbled sleepily, burying my face in his chest. He laughed.
I closed my eyes, listening to his heart rate slow back to normal as we
lay tangled together in the dark.
Several minutes later, I forced my
eyes open. I was so sleepy. “Are you staying?” I asked him.
“I’d like to,” he replied. “If that’s okay with you.”
“As long as you’re ready to behave
yourself so we can both get some sleep,” I said, laughing. “I have to work tomorrow, and I assume you do
too.”
“I don’t, actually,” he said. “But I’ll keep my body parts to myself so you
can sleep.”
I got up to go to the bathroom and
brush my teeth, but I glad to climb back into bed with Ryan when I was
done. I had never been a cuddly sleeper,
but I didn’t even mind too much when he rolled onto his side and wrapped his
arm around me. I didn’t have long to
think about it, because I quickly dropped off to sleep.