In the bathroom, Dan undressed me slowly. I closed my eyes as he caressed my skin, his hands trailing over my shoulders, down my back, over my hips. I sighed softly and pushed my body into his hands, willing him to keep going. Dan misread me and pulled my body into his. He looked into my eyes before taking my mouth in a fierce kiss. It was impossible not to melt into him, and impossible not to press against his growing erection. Almost impossible.
"Dan, stop." I gasped, leaning away from his heat. "What are we doing?"
Dan furrowed his brow in confusion.
"This, Dan. We met yesterday, and look what's happened. And what's about to happen."
"Does that matter? People meet in bars, and on Tinder, and have one night stands all the time." He reasoned.
"We live next door to one another, though. We can't avoid each other."
"Do you want to avoid me?" The confusion on his face had turned to hurt.
I had known Dan for such a short time, but I already knew that avoiding him was something I didn't want to do. I doubt I could if I tried.
"I don't do this kind of thing, sleeping with random men."
"I'm not a random man, Em. At least, I don't have to be. Yes, this happened quickly but did we do anything you didn't want us to do?" Dan lifted one hand and tucked my hair behind my ear.
I shook my head. I had definitely wanted what we did and I definitely wanted more of the same.
Dan slid his hand across my jawbone and tilted my chin so that our noses touched.
"So then, we won't make this a random, one time only thing. Let's make this whatever we want it to be."
My heart fluttered and soared. Dan wanted more than just hook ups. Of all the things I expected so soon after experiencing such devastating heartache, falling for my new neighbour didn't feature on the list.
"Shall we?" I said, reaching into the shower to turn it on.
"No." Dan took my wrist and pulled me away. "I have something else in mind now. How do you feel about getting a little dirtier first?"
The smile on his face was sly and excited as he led me out of the bathroom and down the hallway into my bedroom. He laid me down on the bed and I watched intently as he got undressed. Blood pounded loudly in my ears as I waited for him to take off his jeans. Dan hooked his fingers into the waistband and I had to cross my knees as his jeans went down over his ankles. His cock stood proudly erect above a thick thatch of dark blonde hair. He was so aggressively male that I couldn't stop myself from reaching for him, but Dan took my hand and guided it to his mouth.
Kissing my palm, Dan stepped toward me, bringing his cock just inches from my face. I licked my lips in anticipation, waiting for the feeling of his heavy member against my tongue. The sensation never came and Dan chuckled as he walked away from me and to the other side of the bed, coming to lie down beside me. He used one hand to uncross my knees, continuing to over my thigh until his hand rested over my mound, his thumb sliding over my slit. I turned my body to face him, trapping his hand between my thighs to make sure he wouldn't leave me with out his touch.
"It feels good, knowing that you get this wet for me." Dan's voice was husky as he pressed his digit gently at the entrance of my warmth. "What's your last name?"
Well that was right out of left field. I didn't answer, but rolled my hips in an attempt to find some satisfaction. Dan read me though, and pulled his hand away from where I most wanted it.
"Nuh uh. Answer." He commanded.
"Jensen." I said, and I was immediately rewarded with pressure on my clit. Not enough, but it was there. "Yours?"
"Pratley."
Even in my state of needy desire, I couldn't resist making fun of him.
"Ohh, I'm Lord Daniel Pratley the third, pleasure to mee-" I started with an overly posh English accent, but I was silenced when Dan forcefully pressed a finger inside me.
"Hmm, I knew that would shut you up." Dan groaned. "How old are you? Where did you grow up?"
"I just turned 30, and in the inner-city. I only moved to the suburbs a few years ago. You?" I answered, my breathing laboured as Dan teased me.
"36. I grew up here, in the suburbs."
"But your accent isn't from here."
"Very observant Ms Jensen. My family moved here from Portland when I was 12. I never lost my accent."
Much to my annoyance, Dan removed his hand from between my legs. He tapped his chin with the same finger he had inside me, a mock display of hard thinking. When he lifted two fingers to his mouth and sucked them, I nearly died. He put his hand back in its rightful place between my thighs and gently pushed his two fingers inside me.
"That's so good," I groaned "but your fingers can't compare to how good your cock feels."
"Be careful what you say Emily Jensen, I may just ravish you and then our little game will be over."
"That sounds wonderful, if you wouldn't mind." I tried to entice him, but Dan was relentless in his quest to get more information from me.
"Since we find ourselves naked on your bed, I am going to assume that you're single. So what is a drop dead gorgeous 30-year old woman doing buying a house on her own in the suburbs?"
My heart sank. When I realised the day before that something was sparking between Dan and I, this was the conversation I was hoping wouldn't arise, at least not for a long while. I gently pushed at the hand between my thighs and felt relief and regret as Dan slid his fingers out of me. I rolled onto my back and stared at the ceiling, trying to formulate my words. To Dan's unending credit, he was patient and waited for me until I was ready to speak.