Chapter 5
CHAPTER FIVE
Zemia
The quiet, cozy restaurant was the perfect spot for our first date. It wasn’t busy, despite the food being delicious, and the Christmas decorations gave off a peaceful, seasonal vibe, relaxing and seducing all at the same time.
We talked about everything from our childhoods to what we wanted for our future. We learned about the other and laughed over our common interests or the things we didn’t have in common.
“People are always so shocked to learn I love eighties music.” Foster revealed as we packed the portions of dinner we didn’t eat in to-go boxes.
“I do too!”
“Isn’t it the best?”
Foster described how he loved to garden and grow things. He enjoyed sharing the hobby with his girls, showing them how to grow their own veggies, even in the cold weather. He liked to fish and even baked a lot with the girls, as they loved to spend time in the kitchen.
“I suck at growing things. You need to show me your tricks.” I told him as we walked outside to his truck, my arm wrapped around his.
“I will. By chance, do you need to get any Christmas shopping done?”
I looked at him in surprise. “You want to go shopping?”
“Only if you want to. I could use some advice on a few things.”
“Okay. I need a few things. Let’s do it.”
A couple of hours and two hot chocolates later, and we had successfully shopped for a few people on our list. “That worked out great, thank you.” I shoved a cookie in my mouth as Foster drove back to my place.
There was no way I wasn’t inviting him inside. I already sent Alana a thousand texts since he showed up on my doorstep unexpectedly. She said she would’ve fucked without dinner. I would’ve too.
But a gentleman was even better.
“Are your girls with your mom tonight?”
“Yes. My dad is home from his work trip, so he’s there, too. I’m grateful for all their help. It’s hard doing it on my own.”
“I bet it is.” I wanted to ask more about their mom and how he became a single dad, but I didn’t want to pry, so instead I reached across the seat and placed my hand over his, giving it a gentle squeeze.
“They haven’t slept over in a while. Hopefully, they will do okay. I don’t really get out much lately. Haven’t been on a date in forever.”
“The most eligible bachelor hasn’t had a date?” I teased.
“Nope. No one was good enough for me and my girls. Until now.”
I flushed. “You’re a good dad, Foster.”
“Thank you. I wouldn’t change a thing, or I wouldn’t have my girls, but it’s a lot. Most days I’m stressed or exhausted, but in the end, it’s worth it. Just like you said.”
“It is. I understand that and I haven’t had my own yet.”
“You’d be a great mother, Zemia.” Foster smiled at me as he pulled his truck into my driveway and threw it into park.
“That’s what my girls need. Their mother…
let’s just say, she isn’t good for them.
She was a one-night stand that turned into two strangers having a baby together.
Livvie came, and she left. When Livvie was two, she came crawling back.
Why I trusted her again I’ll never understand, but I made a one-night mistake and bam, there was Joanie.
Like I said, I’d chose my girls again and again but I didn’t love their mother.
And I always expected to love the one I had kids with, you know? ”
I nodded while digesting everything he said. I knew exactly what he meant. “It didn’t happen the way you thought it would, or the way you wanted, but in the end, life blessed you with two beautiful girls and that’s winning at life in my book.”
Foster looked at me, his eyes dark and intense, and the air shifted. “How are you so amazing?” He whispered.
I shrugged, but inside, I was on top of the world. “Sometimes when you meet the right person, you blossom. Or at least that’s what I like to believe.”
Sexual tension filled the cab of the truck like a balloon, ready to burst at any second. “I like that.”
“Come inside?” I asked.
“I thought you’d never ask.” Foster said, his eyes darkening as he stared at me.
As we walked inside, snow started to fall, little white flakes swirling around us as the wind blew.
I flicked on the Christmas lights and illuminated the area, the house coming to life.
Inside, I turned up the heat and lit a fire before pouring us each a glass of wine.
“We can watch a movie.” I said as I sat beside him on the couch.
“Whatever you’d like,” he said as he slid an arm around my shoulders and pulled me close. I turned on the TV and flicked through the channels, settling on a movie called Christmas with the Kranks. I’d seen it a bunch of times and it never got old.
Yet I wasn’t watching the screen. All I could think about was how close he was to me.
How his musky, manly scent drew me in, his arm around my waist, holding me tight against him.
I glanced down and saw his very noticeable hard on pressing against his jeans and I bite my lip and wiggled in my seat. It was no use. I wanted him. Now.
Foster removed the clip from my hair and watched as it tumbled down over my shoulders. He moved my hair to the side, exposing my neck to him, before licking, blowing cool air, and nipping, over and over, the pent-up passion ready to explode like a volcano.
I turned my head, wanting, seeking, needing his mouth, and when our lips connected, the ground shook as our two worlds became one.
It was him.
It was always him.
I just had to wait for him.
Our kiss grew heated and before we ended up fucking on my couch, I broke our kiss and stood up, breathless and yearning.
“Follow me.”
Foster dutifully followed, his hands roaming over me as we walked, unable to keep to himself. When we finally reached my bedroom, I flicked on the lights and led him over to the bed.
I was taking charge tonight, whether or not Foster liked it.
Something told me he was going to like it. A lot.
I kissed him gently before lifting his shirt up and over his head, tossing it onto the floor beside us.
He was like a book boyfriend come true.
Defined muscles from his biceps to his pecs, down to a washboard six pack stomach, and two perfect lines making the V shape. I stood in front of him and admired his godlike form, my fingers running over the muscles, feeling the hard plains and ridges.
“Wow,” I whispered under my breath and Foster chuckled, a low deep sound that vibrated directly where I needed it to- between my legs. “How is this real? How are you real?”
“Oh, I’m real, sweet girl. And I’m about to show just how real I am.” Foster covered my hands with his and dragged it down his torso, over his abs, stopping at the waistband of his jeans. “Touch me. Please.”
I swallowed over the sudden lump in my throat and unbuttoned his jeans.
This was gonna be fun.
I fell to my knees in front of him before unzipping his pants, looking up at him as I slowly pulled his jeans down his legs. His large erection pressed against the fabric of his boxers and I liked my lips, dying for a taste.
With one hand, I reached in and touched his stiff cock, taking it out of the fabric and admiring its sleek, hard form.
I rubbed it up and down, fisting it in one hand and playing with his balls in the other.
When I reached the top, I drew circles on the head with my fingers before closing my fist around it again and stroking downward.
I repeated this over and over as I watched his head fall back, his stomach muscles clenching as he held back.
When I wrapped my lips around his dick, his eyes flew open and he grabbed the sides of my head with both hands. He guided me up and down his cock, my tongue swirling and sucking over the top and down the shaft, working the same motions I did with my hands.
Harder, faster, again and again. Foster’s hands tightened on the sides of my head, and I knew he was close. I wanted to taste him, to coax his orgasm out of him, and watch him fall apart.
He was close and just when I thought his hot seed would pour down my throat, he pulled his cock from my mouth, reached down and lifted me into his arms. He tossed me down onto the bed, pawing at my dress as he yanked the lower half up around my waist. He flipped me onto my stomach and lifted me onto all fours before slapping my ass.
His hands spread my legs apart, and his fingers pushed my panties to the side, his patience now gone.
“I’ve waited long enough.” Foster growled and the next thing I knew, he plunged deep inside me.