The sunlight pouring in through the slanted window of the bedroom wakes me gently, but it's the smell of coffee that gets me out of bed. I feel fresh, like I've had the best sleep of my life. I look over at the alarm clock. It's 8:49am, no wonder I feel fantastic. I take stock of the room in the light. It's simply furnished, no mess and no clothes lying on the floor. My clothes have gone. There's one large and fluffy dressing gown draped over the foot of the bed. It's far too big but it's all I can find so I put it on and head downstairs. I find James downstairs making coffee in the kitchen, completely naked, his back to me. My eyes travel across his broad shoulders, down to the light tan line on this waist and goddamn it, even his legs are fantastic. It's not just the body, but it's the stance, confident and relaxed. I take a seat on the stairs and just watch him. He turns with the coffee mugs in his hands and his smile lights up again.
"Enjoying the show?" he says twirling slowly, giving me a very good look.
"Very much so. I would pay money if you sold tickets." I joke, trying to keep my composure as he walks towards me.
He stands at the foot of the stairs and hands me a mug, my eyes level with his waist. Filthy thoughts begin to run through my head and I bite my lip in spite of myself, trying to hold back thoughts that are threatening to become words. But I've given myself away.
"I know what you're thinking, but I'm set in my ways now that I'm old. Let me have my coffee first, then a shower, and then we can do whatever it is you want to do." James says, leaning forward into a deep kiss. Whatever I want to do, and with him? It's an offer I would be crazy to turn down.
We drink our coffee between kisses. James is more affectionate towards me than I would have expected and more than I have ever experienced. He's always smiling when he looks at me, plays with my hair and is constantly keeping parts of our body in contact. I can't tell if he's naturally affectionate or if he's got something to prove.
"You're awfully sweet, you know? Not that I've had a one-night stand before, but I would not have expected kisses and coffee." I say hesitantly.
"One night? Is that what you think this is going to be, or is that all you're going to give me?"
"I just assumed, you know, and then we would go back to work...and that's it."
"If that's what you want, but it certainly wasn't my intention to leave this as a one time only event."
"Really? Well, what was your intention then?"
"Nothing, really. Just to see where this goes. I was hoping you would want the same..." I can tell James is struggling to keep the disappointment from his voice. It's like a light in the dark for me.
"Oh James, I'm sorry. I just assumed that I was too young for you and that's this was all you wanted. I guess your sentiment has just taken me by surprise a little." Inside, my heart is leaping.
"Again, if you don't want to see what will happen, you don't have to, it's ok."
"It's not that...but ok. Let's see where this goes. If we're going to try dating, I'd like to make one request, if I could?"
"Anything."
"If we try this, you're trying with me only and I with you. Nobody else, until such time as this stops working out."
"Jealous woman, are you?"
"I don't know about that, but my ex cheated on me constantly, and it would be nice to have you to myself. Also, how can you see if a relationship is going to work out if you're not going to give it your full attention?"
"I agree to that. I'm a jealous man, though. The downside to dating someone so beautiful, I guess. Jeez, that's tough". He laughs.
I'm hit by a wave of butterflies at his confession. It might sound crazy, but I've never had someone jealous over me. The idea that someone would feel so strongly for me that they would be almost territorial is thrilling.
"You like me?" I blush at him.
"I really like you." James says quietly, and he's playing with the lapel of the dressing gown, sliding it down my shoulders to kiss my bare skin. A gentle sigh escapes from me. "I think that's enough talking for now." James says, softly.
"You realise that you're the one who wants to do all the talking but then you stop me?" I ask.
"Don't worry, there's plenty of time for that...after." James smiles at me softly and leans in to kiss me deeply.
He pulls away slowly, takes our coffee cups and places them on the bottom step. He takes my hand, stands up and leads me up the stairs to the bathroom. It's cavernous. White tiled walls and polished concrete floor, with a sunken wooden bathtub, wooden shower doors and wooden sink. The design is beautiful and I'm momentarily distracted. James clears his throat dramatically, indicating that I should be looking at him, rather than the interior decorating. While I've been looking around, James has turned the shower on and light steam gathers. He stands by the door and extends his arm inside, showing me in. I take the robe off and step into the shower, he follows me in and closes the door, continuing his steps and backing me against the wall. He places his hands against the tiles at either side of my head and leans in to kiss me. His mouth is eager, his tongue exploring my mouth and my body melts into his. James wraps an arm around my waist and pulls me close to him. Our bodies are talking to one another, responding to each touch. Holding me tight, James shifts my legs apart and pulls me down so I am straddling his thigh. The pressure against my sex is too much and I begin to grind on his leg, trying to get some satisfaction from this feeling that's been building since I woke up. I groan deeply into James's mouth as slowly he slides his index finger inside me and pulls me tight so I'm almost sitting on his hand. His palm presses against my clitoris and I can't help myself; I thrust against him.
James breathes into my ear and it makes every part of me clench. "More?"
I nod vigorously. James pushes a second thick finger inside me, taking me almost to the point of pain but it's exactly what I want. I close my eyes and give in completely, bucking and grinding against his fingers wildly. The sensation is overwhelming and as my knees weaken, James presses our bodies against the shower wall for support. I open my eyes to kiss him and his face is looming in front of me, strained desire clear in his eyes. He's biting his bottom lip and I know what he wants. I lean in to kiss him, giving him permission. He deftly removes his fingers, manoeuvres me off his leg and pushes into me, filling me up completely. I'm so close already that it takes only a few heavy thrusts before I come in a shuddering orgasm. James continues, pushing deeper and harder through each wave that hits me and I feel like I'll lose my breath. His nails dig into my back and he's almost growling into my neck. He crushes me against the wall and he comes, melting into me. Together we sink to the floor and James pulls me into his lap and I rest my head against his shoulder. I close my eyes and breathe deeply, basking in my satisfied glow. James taps my arm lightly.
"Hey, come on. Let's wash and get out, we can't waste all this water."
He shifts so I have no choice but to stand up and I get beneath the showerhead. The feeling of the water cascading all over me, flowing down my stomach and the tenderness between my legs, is incredible. While I'm standing there, James reaches for the soap, lathers his hands and stands behind me. Starting at my neck, he soaps across my shoulders and down to my arms, back up to my armpits and then over my chest and under my breasts. Cupping each one he pulls and pinches at the nipples softly before gliding down my body and slipping a hand between my legs. He caresses me gently as his other hand slips between my cheeks, washing and exploring me.
"When's it my turn?" I ask.
