"Thank you again for dinner. I had a great time, as always," Alicia smiled at her dinner partner.
"I know you're a gentleman, but you're going to have to let me pay one of these times. I don't want you to think I'm using you for free meals," she winked.
"As always, you are welcome, A-lee-si-a," he took her hand on top of the table. "And not a chance," he chuckled.
She loved Oscar's smile. It was so genuine. And he was a lot more free with it than she expected. He was always so serious in his acting roles. She had been surprised, pleasantly, when they first started dating and found he had an excellent sense of humor. A bit twisted, but so was hers so it worked out perfectly.
He was also the only person she had ever let pronounce her name A-lee-si-a in her entire life. It had started as a joke on their first date when he was talking about his Guatemalan and Cuban heritage. It was more of a pet name now. She loved the way it sounded when he spoke it with his Latin accent...which was still surprisingly thick when he wanted it to be. It was one of the many things Alicia was finding totally charming and endearing about Oscar.
"Can I ask you something a little forward?" he questioned suddenly, looking conspiratorial.
"Those are my favorite kinds of questions," she teased back. Their conversations were frequently filled with playful banter. This evening's date had been no different.
"Would you like to come over to my house for a while?" he lowered his voice, leaning in.
"Yes," she said without hesitation, hoping she didn't sound too eager.
"And for the record, I would only think it were forward if it were the first, maybe second date..." Alicia paused.
"It also depends on what you have in mind, I suppose," she raised an eyebrow at him.
"We'll just have to see where the night goes, bonita," Oscar replied ambiguously with that sexy smirk of his. It didn't happen often, but Alicia felt herself blushing.
Alicia surprised herself with how nervous she felt once they arrived at Oscar's house. It was smaller than she expected, considering he had made quite a name for himself as an actor. It was still easily twice the size of her own. Not that it mattered. That wasn't the reason she was nervous, of course.
Nervous didn't even feel like the right word. Anxious, maybe? She had a good idea of where the night was headed. And it certainly wasn't that she didn't want to get intimate with Oscar. Quite the opposite.
She'd already fantasized about them having sex at least a dozen times. When work was slow in the afternoons. In the evening at home mindlessly watching TV. She'd even thought of him while fingering herself a couple of times, once in the shower before work one morning and the other at night in bed when she was so horny she couldn't fall asleep. That had been after their last date. But now that the real thing seemed imminent, Alicia was overthinking it.
"Calm down," she chided herself in the mirror, leaning against the sink. She had snuck away to the small bathroom off the living room while he poured them drinks at the bar. For good measure, she touched up her lipstick and freshened up "down yonder" with the feminine wipes she kept in her purse. You could never be too prepared, right? She was also thankful beyond measure that Aunt Flow had left the week before. Alicia blew out a breath at herself.
"Get over yourself. It will be fine. Don't fuck it up by overthinking it." It had been a while since she had gotten any action. And the last time had been nothing serious. She really liked Oscar. It was hard not letting her mind wander with all of the "what ifs?" of the coming evening.
"Everything ok?" Oscar asked as she came out of the bathroom. He was standing next to the leather couch, holding their glasses of whiskey.
"Yah. Fine!" she said a little too enthusiastically, forcing a smile.
"Drink this," he held out one of the glasses. "Relax," he winked with a mischievous smile.
"Didn't roofie my drink, did ya?" Alicia tried to lighten up.
"Guess there's only one way to find out." They sat at either end of the couch, nursing their drinks in silence for a minute, both assumingly thinking of what to do or say next.
"I don't bite, querida," Oscar set his drink on the end table and patted the seat cushion next to him.
Either the drinks are getting to him or he's just feeling more relaxed in his own home,
Alicia thought. She set her own drink down on the end table next to her, though, and happily obliged him. It was all she could do to keep the stupid smile off her face.
He had pecked her on the cheek like a gentleman on their first few dates. The last one he had kissed her deeply on the lips on her front step when dropping her off. That certainly hadn't helped with her horniness that night. Alicia still remembered the surprising softness of his full lips on hers and the tenderness behind them. Other than those fleeting moments, though, they hadn't shared much close contact. She immediately liked the presence of his warm body next to hers, even more so when he wrapped his arm around her shoulders.
"I'm not making you uncomfortable, am I?" Oscar looked at her. His face was awfully close to hers. Alicia could make out the hint of whiskey on his breath and...was that aftershave? Or cologne? She wasn't sure, but it was intoxicating.
"Not at all," she gave him a small smile.
Is he joking?
She was loving every second of this.
"Good," he smiled genuinely and quickly kissed her temple.
"By the way, what does 'querida' mean?" she repeated his Spanish word poorly. She never could roll her R's.
"You're not calling me a bitch or something, are you?" she teased.
"I would never call you a bitch," Oscar suddenly grew serious, turning his body slightly to face her.
"Querida is a term of endearment, I promise. It means 'dear'," he paused, his face still dangerously close to hers and looking awfully serious. Alicia wasn't used to it.
"I hope that's ok," he reached out and stroked the side of her face.
"I like it when you speak Spanish to me," she admitted quietly. She felt like her insides were melting.
"Even if I don't know what you're saying half the time," she laughed nervously.
"Ok, fine. Most of the time," she smiled.
"I can always tell you what they mean. All you have to do is ask," Oscar took one of her hands in his and kissed the back of it.
"Speaking of asking things, can I ask you a question?"
"Anything," Alicia replied breathily. When had their faces gotten even closer?
"May I kiss you?" his voice lowered.
"Yes. Please," she spoke before she could catch herself. The last thing she wanted was to sound needy, but God bless did she want him.
The kissing started softly. Oscar had very kissable lips, that was for sure. Plumper than her own, even.
"I'm going to get lipstick all over you," Alicia managed between kisses.
"I don't care," he growled, kissing her more passionately to prove his point. His hands tangled in her blonde hair, gently kneading. Her own hands held his face. With her thumbs, she gently caressed the stubble along his jawline. Their breathing grew noticeably heavier as the minutes ticked by. Alicia suddenly felt her bottom lip being sucked between his. She couldn't stop the moan rising in her throat...or the tightening deep within her loins.
"Can we take this upstairs, corazon?"
She nodded, noticing her own lust reflected in his deep chocolate eyes.
"Tell me if I'm going too fast?" Oscar asked once they had reached his bedroom.
"You won't go too fast," Alicia promised, finally losing some of her reservation and bridging the small gap between them to kiss him heatedly.
"Gatita," he mumbled a second before their lips met once again. Firm hands cradled her hips, softly kneading the flesh beneath her dress. Her own fingers ran through his shaggy, wavy hair. She secretly loved the gray in it, as well as his stubble. It gave him a distinguished look.
Oscar's hands roamed farther up her body as his tongue collided with hers. Another moan escaped from her mouth into his as she felt his hands cup the sides of her breasts.
Alicia started unbuttoning his shirt, beginning from the bottom. She longed to touch his bare chest, run her fingers along his dark chest hair. She'd imagined him having just enough without looking like a sasquatch. It wouldn't be long before she could find out for sure. She was pleased when her knuckles brushed against a smattering of hair just above the waist of his trousers when she tugged at his undershirt.
Alicia tilted her neck to the side when she felt thumbs play at her nipples.
"Oscar," she breathed.
"Oh," she moaned aloud as he buried his face in her neck. The rough stubble brushing against her sensitive skin sent jolts of electricity through her body. Alicia was disappointed when the thumbs stopped showing her nipples attention, but was happy to find they had only left to release her from the dress.
Strong hands roamed her body as the dress slowly slipped away. She kept her eyes closed, relishing every touch, enjoying the surprise of each. Across her shoulders, moving the pesky dress straps out of the way. Sensually, almost teasingly, down her spine to the small of her back before sliding his hands down her exposed buttocks. He paused, leaving his hands on either cheek.
"Were you expecting something to happen tonight, gatita?" Oscar asked, resting his forehead against hers, smirking. He was referencing her choice of sexy underwear.
"A girl can dream, right?" she retorted before reaching down to unzip his pants.
He spoke up again once they reached the floor, grabbing her arms gently.
"There's something you should know," he looked at her straight-faced.
"What is it?" Alicia was immediately on alert, expecting him to tell her something horrible.
