Giving In

I stood in front of the bathroom mirror, the lip pencil in my hand completely forgotten as I contemplated my reflection. As usual when nervous, I talked to myself. Jesus, woman. You haven’t been this uptight before a date since the senior prom. It’s lunch. With Grissom. And the two of you were this close to something wonderful last night…

But it wasn’t just lunch – it wasn’t just a date. It was Grissom. And it wasn’t lunch, but what would happen afterward that had made me a nervous wreck. While I wasn’t one of those women who lived by a strict set of dating rules, I had always been one to never sleep with a man right off the cuff, no matter how tempting it might be. And God, was it tempting - the man oozed sex. But, it had taken us almost five years to go on a first date, and it seemed too big a risk ruining everything with a stupid one-night stand. When he had left last night, I was on the brink of bursting, and I could tell he was, too.

Just as I finished applying my lipstick, the phone rang. After checking the caller ID, I answered. “Okay, how late are you going to be?” and heard that familiar chuckle that never failed to speed my pulse.

“Actually, I’m calling to let you know I’ll be a little early. I couldn’t wait to see you. Is that OK?”

“Fine,” I answered. “I won’t be quite ready to go when you get here, since you won’t tell me where we’re going or what I should wear. I have to see you to know what to put on.”

“Well, whatever, you’ll be gorgeous either way. I should be there in about five minutes.”

When he knocked on the door, I was still standing in my closet with no idea what to wear, so I decided to just let him in and make him help me decide. I couldn’t see what harm it would do for him to see me in my robe. He’s already seen me in my pajamas…my robew was only one step away from that, right? Besides, I was making way too much out of the occasion, trying realize too much too quick. I needed to get over myself. That happened when I opened the door.

Gil stood in the doorway, one earpiece of his glasses clenched in his teeth. He grinned widely when he saw me standing in my white cotton robe and bare feet. “Nice outfit,” he teased, the glasses bobbing in his perfect mouth.

I motioned for him to step in and closed the door behind him, then turned to study what he was wearing. Not surprisingly, he had chosen my favorite clothes from his closet: worn boot cut jeans which hugged his thighs, a pair of well-worn dock shoes, and a pale yellow button down shirt. “So, is that what you’re wearing?”

At that moment, I made a decision - to hell with the "good girl" stuff. If the waiting was what we making me nervous, why not eliminate the wait? I’d already waited over five years. So, rather than answer his question, I asked my own. “Do we have reservations anywhere?”

“Yes..at 1:15....Why? Is that not OK??”

I glanced over at the clock. 11:54. I grabbed my cordless phone from the end table and tossed it to him. “Call and see if you can move it back to 2:30."

Puzzled, he took the receiver from my hand and dialed the number. As I heard the ringing through the earpiece, I wrapped my arms tightly around his waist from behind and nuzzled the side of his neck before lightly biting, then gently sucking, on his earlobe.

"Is there any particular reason I am doing this?" he asked.

“Because we’re going to be late,” I whispered, watching a canary-eating cat grin spread across his face. As he spoke to the restaurant manager, he slid his left hand around and down the curve of my back, his hand lightly grazing my ass as he pulled me tighter against him, eliminating any doubt in his mind that I was bare under my robe while erasing any doubt in mine that he was as hungry for this as I was.

In what seemed like one smooth motion, he disconnected from the call, dropped the phone onto the sofa table, turned around and cradled the side of my face in his right hand, invading my mouth with his tongue. In the moment before my eyes closed, I could see in his eyes the same relief I felt. This was far from our first kiss, but this was the first that for sure promised satisfaction to follow. After the stops and starts of the night before, there seemed no need for further delay.

I slid my shaking hands from their position at the back of his waist around to the front and began working to unfasten the fly of his jeans, frustrated because I couldn’t get to his body quickly enough. At the same time, he untied the belt holding my robe together and slid the thin cotton off my shoulders and to the floor, leaving me standing naked in front of him for the first time. As he broke our kiss and studied my body from head to toe, I managed only enough breath to squeak out, “Oh, that’s just not fair.”

I abandoned his jeans for a moment to turn my attention to his shirt, all but tearing off the buttons in my hurry to feel his skin on mine. I groaned as his hands, soft but strong, rushed over my body. The slight calluses on his fingertips took my breath as they caressed my breasts, first gently, and then becoming more insistent until he firmly pinched, then rolled my hardened nipples between his thumb and forefinger. As I continued to struggle with the stubborn buttons on his shirt, his right hand drifted from my breast across my stomach, then lower. Finally I freed the last button to reveal his sculpted upper body, stepping closer to him, enjoying the sensation of his smooth chest and belly brushing my skin. Finally, he barely brushed his hand between my legs and spoke for what seemed like the first time in hours:

“Oh, my,” he whispered, a mischievous tone rumbling up from his throat as he felt the moisture between my thighs. “What's this?"

My knees buckled as he first penetrated me with his middle finger, then began to simultaneously massage my outer folds with his thumb. After the evening we’d spent last night, rolling and moaning on the sofa in various stages of desire, I was completely ready for the intrusion and came almost immediately, leaning into his body for support as he hungrily covered my mouth with his again.

He took my hand and led me to the armless leather chair a few feet away. Staring into my eyes, he finished unfastening the last two buttons on his jeans and sat down. I could see the outline of his hardened member begging for freedom from the grey boxer briefs he wore. He gave me a half smile. “Are you sure about this?" he said, taking my hands and pulling me down atop him. I nodded my head. "Positive?" he asked again.

"Yes," I whispered as I sat up in his lap and began to tug at the waistband of his underwear, barely teasing the tip of his erection with my fingertip. I watched his face as he bit his lip. Slowly, I lowered his underwear, only moving him to free the cotton from below his seated position. I slid my hands down his legs as I removed his jeans and briefs together from one of his legs. For a long moment, I stood and admired the sight: from his rumpled hair, past his incredible blue eyes burning with desire for me, across his chest framed by his unbuttoned shirt, down his flat stomach to what, finally, I had been waiting for all those months of being “just friends.”

"C'mere," he growled, pulling me back down onto his lap, lowering me as slowly as possible onto his cock. When I could feel him at the mouth of my womb, I wrapped my legs around his hips and my arms around his broad shoulders. We sat, neither of us moving, locked together; he cradled my face in both hands and kissed me so sweetly and gently until we could stand no more. As his hands gripped my hips, we moved together at first slowly, then picking up speed as our breathing increased from sighs to gasps, then to wordless panting. With our strokes gaining in intensity, he rained kisses and nibbles all over my upper body. It was almost like instinct, as he knew exactly where and how to touch me to get the reactions he wanted.

I could see how close to the edge he was getting, and could feel him stiffen and pulse inside me, but each time I encouraged him to just let go, he shook his gorgeous head and slowed down, waiting for me to catch up again. “No,” he growled in a ragged breath. "I want to make this last."

When he could feel the spasms begin deep inside me, he squeezed my ass with both hands and pulled me in closer to him, taking control of my movements, grinding the base of his cock against my clit as he pushed himself deeper inside me. Within moments, orgasm tore through me, rattling my teeth and pulling a low moan from deep in my throat. Before I could catch my breath, he kissed me deeply, looked directly into my eyes, groaned my name, and came with such force and intensity I was almost frightened.

That feeling passed immediately, though, as we both burst into breathless, relieved laughter. “Well, so much for our being 'just friends',” he panted.

My thoughts still somewhat scattered after the magnificent release he had given me, and I had taken from him, I collapsed against his chest, still heaving from the pleasure we’d just shared. “Hell,” I giggled. “If you’ll do that again, and soon, you’ll never lose me as a friend...I promise.”

He laughed quietly, his breathing beginning to become more steadied. “OK...I promise.”

We sat there, our bodies still as one, until I could feel his cock begin to swell inside me again. “But Gil, shouldn’t we....” I squeaked out until his mouth covered mine, his tongue devouring my mouth.

“Shouldn’t we what?” he said, finally tearing his lips from mine as I began to feel his hips grind beneath me. “You said soon...”