I’ve been dating this amazing woman for 4 dates now. Each date has been non-stop conversation and chemistry a buzz and lasting several hours when each one was supposed to be “just a catchup” . Deep eye contact while describing our dreams and experiences. Words of power filling the space between us, drawing us closer, with our eyes drilling each other, unsure as to whether its attention or longing. The last date ended with a hug, that had a pause and that moment where you both are unsure whether to go in or not.
Again the date goes strong, conversation driving the chemistry as we joke and prepare food together. We take turns at the stirring of food, while we make drinks for each other. We eat our meals, full of aromas;chilli, rosemary, pepper, soy sauce; then we siddle up to each other for a movie. She lays her back and head on my chest and i put my arm around her chest and neck.
The movie finishes and i get up to make another drink. When returning, she spills a little of her drink on my shirt. I take it off to dab the bramble gin out of the shirt. While it dries I sit down next to her again. We chat for a moment, joking about whether the spill was planned or not. We pause and sip our drinks.
“I’m not a good gauge of whether someone is interested in me or not and can be naive and respectful to a fault. Can I kiss you?” I ask.
“Of course, why do you think I splashed my drink”, she grins.
I put my drink down, cup her chin in my hand and kiss her passionately, putting light suction on her bottom lip, subtly advising her of the passionate feelings that had developed over the respective dates. We kiss passionately for a while, kissing each other, lightly flicking our tongues and lips with our tongues. I pause and kiss her neck, lightly kissing her ear lobe and then giving some light suction to the nape of her neck. She leads me to the bedroom… the rest… is history.