My gelato is half eaten and melting in the little plastic cup. I love the sweet and cold mango but first dates, especially dating app dates, make me nervous as hell and I'm never able to really take advantage of the free meal.
It's good, as far as first dates go. Really good. The flower he bought me sits wilty between us on the bench, and he gestures with his hands about something or the other. I'm not paying attention, watching his tattooed arms (sleeves running from both wrists and disappearing under the capped sleeve of his t-shirt) and his huge hands as he makes some point.
"Right?" He asks, grinning.
He'd probably be into it if I said "Oh, I'm not really sure because I was too busy imagining your hands gripping my hips while you fuck me from behind". But I don't say this on the slight chance he wouldn't be.
"Right." I smile back. A brief pause, where neither of us are sure what to do with our eyes or hands. "Do you want to get out of here?" I ask, talking too quickly and trying to sound more casual than I feel.
"Yeah, I'd love to." He's smiling and looks relieved, as if he thought I would never ask.
As we're walking towards the car, he tells me more about his life, baseball as a kid and army as an adult. I'm barely listening, my thoughts something along the lines of don't think about fucking, I'm thinking about fucking, can he tell that I'm thinking about him fucking the shit out of me? Smile and laugh!
Right as I'm about to turn away from him to open up the car door, he places a hand on my waist and shifts me gently back towards him. His thumb rests on my bare skin just above the waistband of my jeans and the rest of his hand spreads out under my hip, fingers curled towards my ass. His hand is so big that with just a little pull he shifts my hips, and then my whole body, towards him.
Without saying anything, he leans down and kisses me. One of my hands covers the hand that's already holding me, grabbing at the warmth and pushing him closer to me. The other hand hooks around his ear, then falls down his neck. I'm desperate for him to keep kissing me, and more than that, a lot more than that. He pushes me roughly backwards so that I'm pressed up against the car.
Now both of his hands are wrapped around my waist, grabbing hard at the bare skin, then letting go and traveling down to my ass.
He kisses my neck, bites, then moves off to look down at me.
"Let's go back to the hotel."
He's in town for training and God bless the USA, the army has him holed up in a fancy-ish hotel with the promise of a big bed, a big shower, and the sort of fucking that doesn't require planning with a roommate beforehand.