“I’ve not been with that many people, but on the odd occasion they tried to go down on me, I froze and couldn’t relax. So you’re the only one ever to get a reaction out of me while down there.”
Grinning, I seal our lips together before pulling back and saying, “I’m glad, and you can bet that I’m the only one who is ever going to get a reaction out of you down there.” I kiss her again trying to ignore my leaking dick. “You need to get that sexy butt out of bed and shower so we can go and get breakfast.” I kiss her cute little nose. “Do you want me to take you home to change and then we can eat downstairs and you can introduce me to Liz and Ed?”
“You really want to meet them?” she asks, rubbing her hands up and down my sides.
“They’re like your family, right?”
She nods.
“So yes, I want to meet them.” I smile and finally push off her and taking her hand, haul her to her feet. “Go shower,” I pat her on the ass, “we can leave as soon as you’re ready.”
“Okay.”
Watching the bathroom door close, I fall back onto my bed and stroke my erection wondering if I have time to finish myself off before she comes back out.
~*~*~*~
“Liz, I’d like you to meet Ruben,” she nervously says to the older woman standing beside her.
Holding out my hand, Liz looks between the two of us before sliding her hand into mine and shaking it.
“It’s nice to meet you Liz. Rosie’s mentioned you and your husband a few times,” I say overwhelmed with nerves.
I’m a grown man and shouldn’t be nervous about meeting Rosie’s family, but I can’t shake the feeling because being here with her means something to me and I really don’t want to screw it up.
“Ruben’s brought me here to meet you and Ed, and also to feed me before taking me off somewhere for the day.” Rosie grins, moving closer to me as she slips her hand into mine. Staking her claim.
Unable to wipe my smile from my face, I let her lead me toward the back of the diner to a booth, which she pushes me down into. I pull her to me for a hard, fast kiss when she sits beside me, and keeping my arm around her, I grab a menu from between the ketchup and mustard tubs. “What would you recommend, Babe?” I continue to read the menu, but glance at Rosie when she doesn’t answer. “What’s wrong?”
I let the menu drop to the table and give her my full attention. Her silence has me worried. Is she regretting being with me? If she is I’m not going to be able to let her go without a fight. Not when it’s taken me this long to realize she’s what I want and need in my life. That she’s the only woman I want to call mine. The only woman ever to get under my skin and no matter our age differences, I know this thing between us can work.
“I can’t believe I’m here with you. That we’re really doing this—starting a relationship—when I’ve wanted to be with you for so long; this just feels surreal. Do you know what I mean?”
I sit listening to what she says and it takes me a good minute to realize she isn’t regretting anything about us and when this finally sinks in, I drop my forehead to hers and sigh in relief.
She gives me a quizzical look, but slides her arm around my shoulders and runs her fingers through the hair at the nape of my neck, sending shivers down my spine.
“I thought you were having second thoughts about us. Regretting last night. Regretting bringing me here to meet Liz and hopefully Ed…”
Sealing her mouth to mine, she effectively shuts me up. “Mmm, you taste good,” she says, pulling back slightly. “I loved being with you last night. I loved waking up with you this morning. I love being here with you. And most of all I just love being with you no matter where we are. Please relax Ruben. I’m not going to go running. At one time I would have done, but, with you, I seem to be able to speak my mind,” she grins, “so be warned.”
“Ready to order?” Liz asks, looking between us both as Rosie is practically in my lap. “Something that’s written on the menu,” she adds making us both laugh.
Rosie sits back beside me, but keeps her side pressed up against mine as though she doesn’t want to be away from me. I can’t take my eyes from her profile as I move some hair behind her ear so I can see more clearly. It’s only when I hear a throat being cleared that I look up at Liz and realize Rosie had me completely enthralled with her.
I lean forward slightly to look at the menu, hoping Liz hasn’t noticed the bulge in my jeans that the girl beside me causes whenever she’s near. And with her hand caressing back and forth on my thigh, I’m finding it damn impossible not to arch into her touch.
“I’ll have a pancake, sausage and syrup, thanks Liz,” Rosie says before turning to me, “Ruben, have you decided yet?”