"So," chimed Abigail after an awkwardly long silence. She looked up at Daniel. "My place or yours?"
The suddenness of the question shocked Daniel, even though it shouldn't have. The two of them were getting the vibe all through the date that it would come to this point but it didn't seem like either one wanted to be the one to ask. He stared ahead for a moment, trying not to stare into Abigail's warm gaze as he had all night. He couldn't help but admire how her chestnut-colored eyes shined in the orange glow of the bar's lights and he was sure to be lost in them again if he looked down to meet her gaze once more. But he had grabbed her soft, slightly chilly hand as they walked onto the street. It felt so small in his hand, their fingers interlinked naturally. He took the chance to meet her gaze again, those same light-brown eyes shining much more dully now but still brilliantly. His every instinct in his body was screaming to kiss her before answering her question and he gave into those thoughts almost immediately. He used his free hand to tilt her face up a little higher, his thumb and index finger placed gently under the tip of her chin. He heard a little gasp escape her lips before they met his own.
Soft, Daniel thought, just like the rest of her. He couldn't get enough of it but broke the kiss after a brief moment. "How about my place?" he asked softly. "It's closer to here than yours."
Abigail was trying to hide how suddenly aroused she was at the spontaneity of the kiss and replied with a simple "yeah that's fine." Her blush was redder now than it was when they left. She decided to be spontaneous in kind and kiss Daniel once more on the lips. They stood there in silence, faces bright red and hands still interlinked, until the Uber Daniel had requested showed up. From there, the five minute ride and the small three flight trek up to Daniel's apartment building felt like fifty. Anyone seeing the two of them together could probably cut the tension with a knife. With a trembling, and slightly sweaty, hand, Daniel reach down to the key ring attached to his hip by an old and worn carabiner, flicking between the cluster until he found the key to his apartment. He missed the slot the first time and managed to insert the key on the second try. He twisted the knob and let the door swing open slowly, only slightly aided by a gentle push of his hand. "After you." Daniel said, bringing himself into a slight bow as he gestured his already extended hand towards the foyer of his apartment. He couldn't help but give Abigail a little smile as he looked into her eyes. 'Oh thank you, sir." Abigail replied with a little giggle. She walked ahead of his arm and Daniel followed in after her. He flicked on a light switch to his left and suddenly the foyer was filled with a warm, dimly orange light. Without a word, Daniel placed his hands on her shoulders and gently helped Abigail take off her coat before he doffed his own. He placed the both of them on a very old but sturdy coat rack just off to the other side of the door before he walked ahead and entered the doorway to the left hand side of the foyer.
Abigail took a second for a deep breath before she walked down the foyer. She noticed rows of movie posters lining the walls, each one custom framed and set up so perfectly that it felt like she walked into a movie theater. She paused by the doorway Daniel passed through to see him in the kitchen making some coffee. His sleeves were unbuttoned and rolled up his forearms as he stood over the sink cleaning the coffee pot. He looked so focused, his brow slightly furrowed. She couldn't help but stop and take in the image of him for a moment. She noticed the pronounced shape of his jaw accentuated by his neatly trimmed beard; his hair still done up in a ponytail. She noticed little flecks of gray peeking out along his deeply brunette hair that she hadn't seen when they were at the bar. He had a very handsome face and the look of concentration he had only made him look more attractive. She wanted to see more of it. Her gaze slowly drifted from Daniel's face as she took in a better view of the rest of him. He was tall, anyone with eyes would have gathered that much. He was stocky too. Broad shoulders and a big, mostly muscular chest made his shirt strain without much effort as he continued to putter about the kitchen. He took a moment to glance over to Abigail as if he could feel her staring and his face softened as he flashed her another smile before continuing in silence.
Abigail continued to admire Daniel and only got more turned on as she analyzed every area of his body. For a man who was putting on just a bit of a belly, every other part of his upper and lower body looked like it was made almost entirely of muscle. He could've been a butcher or a dock worker if this was 60 years ago, but it wasn't. He was just an account for a well off corporation downtown. God he looks so strong, yet so cuddly, she thought as she held herself tightly and leaned against the door frame. Her nerves were getting a little more intense before the pleasant aroma of coffee brewing eased her mind just a tad. She allowed herself another deep breath and closed her eyes, not noticing that Daniel had turned away from the machine and was walking over to her. She felt his fingers under her chin again and opened her eyes to see him looking at her with the same warm gaze he had on all night. "Whatcha thinking about?" He inquired. Abigail didn't answer at first, instead using the chance to wrap her arms around his neck and reach in for a deep, passionate kiss. Her heart was aflutter as the torrent of nerves and lust from their last kiss was unleashed again. Daniel returned her kiss in kind and wrapped his arms around her. His right hand came up behind her right shoulder as his left arm pulled her in closer through the curve of her back. Almost on instinct, he led Abigail to the counter next to the coffee pot, their lips never parting once.
He turned her around, breaking the kiss as he dug his face into her neck. He kissed it slowly, taking his time to hear her gasp and moan as he placed his right arm on the counter. He moved his left hand through her hair, grabbing a handful of it as softly as he could. Abigail let out a sharp gasp, her fingers digging into his back in, what Daniel thought, was an almost desperate attempt to try to tear his shirt off. Daniel stopped kissing Abigail's neck for a brief moment to look her in the eyes again. The both of them were breathing so hard, their skin beginning to perspire as the heat between them became more unbearable. Daniel gently grasped Abigail's wrists and lifted them up to the top button of his shirt. As if it was just expected, Abigail slowly began unbuttoning his shirt. Her arousal increased exponentially the more she revealed of his glistening, lightly hairy chest. She peppered his chest and stomach with soft kisses with each button she undid. Daniel's heart raced as he felt each one. His penis throbbed as it became more erect, as if it would spring out from his slacks with great force. But it was well contained within them. With the final button unbuttoned, Abigail noticed the large bulge in his pants, shocked and aroused to see how pronounced it was, and stood up from the crouching position she had ended up in. Daniel took his chance to unzip Abigail's dress. She shrugged the straps off her shoulders and led them down her arms one at a time. The dress fell into a pile of black velvet at her ankles. A wave of embarrassment washed over her as she stepped out of the inky blackness covering her feet. She realized Daniel could now see all of her. The lacey, deep red lingerie she debated even wearing that made her breasts more pronounced, her curves and slightly chubby stomach that came naturally to her rubenesque physique, all the stretch marks she spent years hating herself for having.
But Daniel didn't care about any of that. In fact, he'd never felt more attracted to anyone in his life. Like Abigail, most of his partners would be considered to be more on the "average" or "fit" scale and it just wasn't his cup of tea these days. He took a moment to gaze at every inch of the pale white skin of the goddess in front of him. Her skin looked like it was glowing even brighter with the matching shades of lipstick and lingerie she had chosen. He understood very well in that moment why women like her were worshiped and admired centuries ago and he wanted to treat her with that same reverence tonight.
Daniel took a step closer to Abigail and hold her close to him again, the touch of her skin against his made both of them burn harder than before. He kissed her again and again as his fingers worked their deft, long practiced magic at unclasping her bra. Abigail loosened her embrace on Daniel and slid the bra off, dropping it on top of the dress just off to the side. A red mountain of lace in the middle of a murky black velvet sea. Daniel began kissing down her face and neck again, now moving past them to her shoulders and her breasts. He cupped one in his hand and traced Abigail's nipple with his thumb as he kissed the other breast. He kissed the other nipple and a gasping moan escaped her lips again. He found the sounds of her pleasure angelic and wanted to hear more. Pinching the nipple he was tracing with his left hand, Daniel took the other into his mouth and began to suck on it. A second moan, more shocked and louder than the first, came from the beautiful woman in his kitchen as she spoke his name.
