Chapter 2
Chapter Two
Emily
Stepping out of the shower, I wrapped my long blonde highlighted hair in a towel, slipped into my robe, and started getting ready for my date with Cliff. As I was applying my makeup, he sent a text message.
“I can’t wait to see you again tonight. I hope you had a good day.”
Looking down at the message, I sighed.
“Looking forward to our date.”
He replied with a smiley-face emoji, which drove me nuts. If there was one thing I hated more than anything in the world, it was those damn emojis. Rolling my eyes, I finished putting on my face, dried my hair, threw some loose curls at the end, slipped into my little black dress, sprayed on some Joe Malone perfume, and went into the kitchen to pour a glass of wine before he picked me up.
The doorbell rang, and when I opened it, he was standing there with a bouquet of yellow roses. Suddenly, a sick feeling settled in the pit of my stomach.
“Wow, you look amazing. Not that you don’t always look amazing, but tonight, you look extra amazing.”
“Thanks.” A small smile graced my lips.
“These are for you.” He handed me the roses as he stepped inside.
“Roses. Wow. They’re beautiful. You shouldn’t have. Thank you.”
“I was walking by the florist earlier and saw them in the window. They made me think of you, so I had to buy them.”
“Why would yellow roses make you think of me?” I asked as I placed them in a vase of water.
“Because they’re bright like the sun and that’s what you remind me of.”
Either Cliff was being serious, or he was just trying to make sure he got laid tonight. I was going with he wanted to get laid. He took me to Daniel for dinner and dropped a ridiculous amount of money on food and drinks. When we reached my apartment building, he placed his hand on my cheek and brushed his lips against mine.
“Was that too forward?” he asked.
“No, not at all. Would you like to come up for a drink and maybe have sex?”
He let out a deep breath. “Thank God you asked. I was hoping we’d have sex tonight. I really want you.”
As soon as we stepped inside my apartment, I kicked off my shoes and led him to the bedroom. Instantly, his hands were all over me. Up and down my body, grabbing onto my breasts and kneading them through the fabric of my dress while his mouth devoured my neck. I brought my hands up to the buttons of his shirt, unbuttoned them, and slid it off his shoulders. His body was okay. I liked my men a little more built, but he wasn’t all that bad. He reached around and unzipped my dress, letting it fall to the floor as he lightly grabbed hold of my shoulders and stared at my body.
“Wow. Your body puts every other woman’s body to shame.”
“Uh. Thanks.” I reached for his belt and unbuckled it.
He struggled with unclasping my bra, and it was starting to get on my nerves, so I took his hands, put them on my hips, and unhooked it, tossing it to the floor. His mouth instantly roamed to my chest, and his lips clamped around my hardened nipples.
“Jesus, you have the best-looking tits.”
He reached his arm around my back and laid me down on the bed, letting his fingers travel up my inner thighs until they reached the edge of my panties. Then they stopped. I lay there waiting for him to dip a finger inside me, but he didn’t. He just cupped me with his hand and rubbed me through my panties. His mouth was all over my breasts, my collarbone, my neck, and then on my lips. His kisses were sloppy, and I would have preferred he didn’t kiss me.
Grabbing the sides of my panties, he pulled them down, stood up, and took off his pants. His cock was nothing spectacular. It wasn’t big, but it wasn’t overly small. It was enough to get the job done. He hovered over me and stuck his cock between my legs. I wasn’t expecting that so soon. I wanted foreplay and lots of it. But he seemed ready and raring to fuck me.
“I have condoms inside my nightstand.”
“Oh. Aren’t you on birth control?”
“That is my birth control,” I lied.
I was on the pill, but I didn’t know him or how many women he’d been with since his divorce, and I wasn’t about to take any chances. I always made them wear a condom.
“I see. Okay.” He climbed off of me, took a condom from the drawer, and slipped it on. “I normally don’t wear one.”
“Well, you wouldn’t want to get me pregnant, would you?” I smirked.
“No.” He leaned over and devoured my neck while he pushed into me.
After a few saddening thrusts, which I could barely feel, he pulled out of me and looked at his dick.
“I’m not really that hard anymore. It’s the condom. I’m not used to it, and it’s hard to feel anything.”
I silently sighed as I sat up, grabbed hold of his cock, and began stroking it firmly. He threw his head back as several moans escaped him. When he was semi-hard again, he thrust inside and rapidly moved in and out of me. Still, I felt nothing. Wrapping my legs tightly around his waist, I made him deepen inside me.
“Oh my God, you feel amazing, Emily.” He pushed in and out. “Are you going to come?”
I wasn’t close, but I wasn’t about to ruin his confidence, so I had to fake the noises, tighten my legs, and pretend I had come. His cock started to soften again, but he wouldn’t stop, and he finally came. He pushed deep inside me and halted as a loud groan escaped his chest.
Climbing off me, he disposed of the condom while I climbed under the covers, and he climbed in next to me.
“You were amazing.” He softly stroked my arm. “Sorry about the problems. I was really nervous.”
“It happens,” I lied with a smile.
He lay there on his side, his hand propped up against his head as he stared at me. The look on his face and in his eyes frightened me. He was falling and falling hard. Shit.
“I really like you, Emily, and I think tonight just confirmed it even more for me. The next time we have sex, I promise it will be better.”
“You’re a great guy, Cliff, but I told you I wasn’t looking for anything.”
“I know, and neither was I. But you can’t deny our incredible attraction to each other.”
The hell I can deny it.
“I think you should go now. It’s late, and I have to get up early and be at the shop.”
“You don’t want me to spend the night?” His fingers traced my breast. “We can have round two first thing in the morning.”
“I’m really tired, and I sleep better alone. But thank you for a wonderful dinner.”
“Sure. Okay. You’re welcome.” He climbed out of bed and slipped into his clothes.
I climbed out, put on my robe, and walked him to the door.
“How about dinner tomorrow night?” he asked as he placed his hands firmly on my hips.
“I’m sorry, I can’t. I have a thing with Katie I have to go to. I’ll call you when I’m free.”
“Don’t make it too long, I want to see you again.” He went for my lips, and I quickly turned and gave him my cheek.
“Have a nice night, Cliff.”
After he left, I shut the door, went to the kitchen, poured a glass of wine, and took it to my bedroom. Reaching into my drawer, I grabbed my vibrator, climbed under the covers, and satisfied myself. What a waste of a night.