I'm Ready

I'm Ready

She had finally decided she was done dating younger men.

At forty-eight, she didn't want someone who needed to be taught how to make a woman feel desired. She wanted an older man. A sexy man who knew exactly what he was doing and had learned that the best things in life weren't rushed.

And then she met him.

The foreplay started before the appetizers ever arrived.

It was in his smile. His scent. His eyes when they settled on hers and stayed there just a second longer than necessary.

He had her forgetting what she was saying halfway through a sentence.

"I'm sorry," she murmured, suddenly aware that her cheeks were burning. "I need to visit the ladies' room."

He stood and pulled her chair out for her.

As she stepped past him, he moved just close enough that their bodies brushed. Slowly. Deliberately.

Their faces came level for a second. She caught the warmth of his breath and the sweetness of his cologne, and a shiver traveled down her spine.

His fingers grazed lightly across her waist as she passed.

She stopped.

Took a breath.

Then another.

Her knees felt strangely unsteady, so she cleared her throat and kept walking, pretending she hadn't just forgotten how legs worked.

In the restroom, she stared at herself in the mirror.

"Get it together," she whispered.

But the smile she couldn't suppress gave her away.

When she returned, he was watching her approach.

Slowly, he smiled.

Then he leaned back, completely relaxed, as though he hadn't just spent the last several minutes making her lose her mind from across a restaurant.

"I've paid the bill," he said. "In case you were ready to go. I'm in no hurry if you weren't quite ready yet."

His eyes held hers.

"We have all night."

She swallowed.

"I'm ready," she whispered.

He took her hand.

Not hurriedly. Not possessively. Just confidently.

Outside, he opened the passenger door for her. As she climbed in, he leaned closer, his voice dropping to a whisper.

"Are you sure?"

She looked up at him.

For once, she didn't need words.

She simply nodded.

His smile appeared again, slow and knowing.

He closed the door and walked around to the driver's side.

The drive was almost unbearable.

Not because either of them said much, but because every glance between them felt like a promise.

When they finally reached his place, he opened her door again and offered his hand.

She took it.

Inside, he didn't rush toward her.

Instead, he stood in front of her, close enough for her to feel his warmth.

"You've been nervous all evening," he murmured.

"Maybe."

He smiled.

"Good."

She laughed softly. "Good?"

"It means you're feeling something."

His hand settled gently at her waist.

Then he kissed her.

Slowly.

No hurry. No desperation. Just enough to make her realize exactly why she'd stopped looking for boys and started looking for a man.

When he pulled back, their foreheads rested together.

"Still sure?" he whispered.

She smiled.

"More than ever."

His fingers intertwined with hers as he led her down the hallway, and the bedroom door closed behind them.

For the first time in a very long time, she wasn't wondering what would happen next.

She already knew.

And judging by the look in his eyes, so did he.

He slowly undressed her as he was kissing every part of her body. Then he laid her on the bed as he undressed, but never looking away from her. She couldn't contain herself! She sat up and started helping him undress while kissing every part of his body.

Their eyes meet as he whispers, "are you.." but she cuts him off and pulls him towards her and says, "I'm Ready!"

He smiles as he leans in to kiss her and slowly lays her on the bed. she's gripping his back.. then the sheets.. then his hair.. she can't control it anymore! she's trying her hardest! her body is tingling! she looks at him and says, "I'm about to..". He stops her by putting his hand gently over her mouth where she can't speak. He smiles at her, and asks her one more time, "are you ready?" He moves his hand off of her mouth as she screams, "I'M READY!" They grab one another.. and at that moment, they became one!

As they lay there, still intertwined with one another, trying to catch their breath.. his phone rings. He asks her to grab it for him. As she's handing it over, she notices the picture of the caller.. "wait a minute! This can't be!" He answers the phone with "Hey SON! Tonight?!? I think tonight would be perfect! Just let me check and make sure both of our schedules are open. Hang on a second son, let me ask her."

He looks at her waiting for her to respond to the question.. she begins to stutter and can't seem to get the words out properly. She was going to say she wasn't available, but he touched her and smiled at her as she went to answer him. "Yes! I am available!" he smiled even bigger as he winked at her and picked up his phone, "Then it's settled! We will see you tonight son! I can't wait for you to meet her! You two are going to get along great! I can see it already!"

OMG! What just happened?!? The picture on the phone was none other than the younger jerk you were just running around having wild nights with! The young jerk who had you questioning your choice in men! The reason why you wanted to stop dating younger men!

He was always fun, great in bed, exciting.. he also had no passion, no job, no desire to grow up any time soon either!

So you decide to break things off with him because let's face it.. You can't keep up! You are ready for something serious! You want a real man! So you send him a text telling him y'all can no longer see one another. You mention you met someone else. A real man! Not just some booty-call!

He never responded, so you figured he was ok with it and moved on.

As he's hanging up the phone, he mentions how his son has been depressed over a recent break up. So he wanted to take him someplace to get his mind off of things.

To be continued..