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Teresa spent the day cleaning and getting her apartment ready. She placed candles all around and made sure to make her bed, and set everything up that she figured would be needed for the night. Brock was coming over and would be there in an hour. Looking around she smiled and went into her room. Slipping out of her cleaning clothes she put on her red silk bath robe with the matching red thong.
Since Brock loved red on her so much she figured she would do this right. Her nerves were up in the air and she could not help but looking at the clock. Fixing her hair in the mirror she had on her night stand she smiled softly and touched up her make up.
Walking into the living room she began to light all of the candles and smiled as she saw how beautiful it all really was. She hoped that Brock would like it, in all it was a surprise for him. Going over to the sofa she took a seat and waited. Within a few more minutes he would be there and her night would truly begin, although she had not decided where to start at just yet.
Brock parked his car down the street from Teresa's house. He was nervous, tonight was special. He was planning on telling her that he loved her tonight. She was the woman of his dreams. He grabbed the necklace box from the car seat and pushed it in the back of his jeans and let his jacket fall over it. He walked up to the door and pulled out the key she had made for him.
He pushed it into the slot and turned the lock, as Teresa heard the click of the door knob she tried to stay relaxed. Sitting there on the couch she smiled and did everything she could to keep there. So she decided to get up and walk over to the door and greet him when he walked inside.
The entire house was dimly lit by candle light, and soft music was playing in the back ground. Tonight would be special. She was in love with Brock and tonight she would show him how much she was in love with him. Dinner was ready on the table, and then a surprise dessert to follow.
Smiling she stood there waiting for him to walk inside. Her hair hung beautifully in curls around her shoulders and her bath robe hung to her body in all the right places. Standing there she took a deep breath and smiled.
When Brock pushed the door open he couldn't believe his eyes, his chest suddenly felt tight it was like he couldn't breathe. Only Teresa could do this to him, she was the only one that could literally take his breath away. "Wow baby, this amazing. Dinner smells great," he said as he walked up to her and kissed her gently.
Teresa smiled sweetly. Her heart was pounding in her chest. As his kissed her she kissed him sweetly and tenderly back. Smiling she looked up at him. "Well sir dinner awaits you," she said smiling walking into the dining room, where the table was set for two with covers over their plates with candle light at the table, along with a bottle of red and white wine alongside the table.
"Thank you my dear," he grinned at her as he sat down at the table. He picked up the plate and his stomach rumbled as the smell of fresh pasta and sauce was released.
"Spaghetti my favourite," he said groaning as he ate some of it.
Smiling that he was pleased Teresa took her seat and began to eat as well. "I'm so glad that you like it Brock, just be sure to save room for dessert," she said smiling. She hoped he could not see how nervous she was about this. She hoped that he would accept her and still want her once she told him that she was madly in love with him.
It was still at the back of his mind, he was worried what she was going to do once he told her, she had never been the one for a committed relationship. He just hoped that everything went ok. He grinned at Teresa and said "Of course, you make the best dessert," he just wanted to come out and say it, he was almost bursting. But he knew that it would be better if he waited.
Teresa could not help but to chuckle softly as she heard his words. Making it through dinner was intense. They barely talked, she had become a bit worried. Shaking her head she got up. "Alright I'll go get dessert," she said and walked out of the dining room, thinking of what to do.
She went to the bathroom where a hot bath was drawn along with rose petals and bubbles and candle light all around. Smiling she pulled off her robe and thong and got in. Raising her voice a little this time so Brock could hear her she said. "Alright Brock come here."
This would be the first time that she had fully given herself to Brock and she hoped that this would help him see that she truly wanted a committed relationship with him. As before she was willing to do anything but sex, and now well now she would give herself to him. And he would be the first man that she had ever given herself to, as long as he accepted that is.
He heard her call out, he wondered what she was up to because she certainly wasn't in the kitchen. He got up from the chair and walked down the hall and saw the flickering light coming from her bathroom. Curious he walked in there and saw her in the bath with the candles and rose petals everywhere. He felt faint watching her in the bath he put a hand on the doorframe to steady himself.
Smiling she looked at him her eyes revealing everything in that moment. "Well are you going to join me love or are you just going to stand there and watch all night?" she asked demurely.
"Of course, it looks very inviting," He grinned as he pushed his jacket off and pulled off his shirt as he strode towards the bath. He unbuttoned his jeans and slid them and his boxers off and stepped into the steaming hot water. He groaned as he slipped into the water. "This feels great," he groaned.
Smiling she scooted forward to allow him to sit behind her. Finally as they were settled she leaned back against him tilting her head so she could look at him in the eye. "Brock I am madly in love with you...and tonight I want to give myself to you...any way you want me...where ever you want me....I want to show you how much you truly mean to me Brock."
Brock opened his mouth but nothing came out, he was like a fish out of water. He couldn't speak and he could hardly breathe. Her words flowed over him, but since he couldn't voice his feelings he would show them. He grabbed her and thrust his tongue down her throat, savagely kissing her.
Teresa kissed him back desperately. She was not sure what to think, he had not said anything and she had expected him to say something at the very least. But the way his mouth devoured hers and the way his tongue teased her she could not manage to pull herself away from his kiss.
