Her blatant honesty about what she had been thinking sent all my blood rushing south again. It wasn’t like she was intentionally trying to seduce me. She was just being Gemma. Adorable, sexy-as-hell, Gemma.

“I’m not sure you can handle any more tonight. We were supposed to be taking this slow so I could be thorough.” Who was speaking these words from my mouth? The teacher side wanted nothing more than to take her back home and have my way with her. The protective, best friend side forced me to hold back.

“You can be thorough,” she smirked as she licked her lips. “In fact, I’m certain you will be.”

Before I could respond, the waitress brought our dessert. “Crème brûlée and two spoons as requested. Do you need anything else?” She smiled as she glanced back and forth between us.

“No, thanks.” She didn’t need to know what I wanted. It had absolutely nothing to do with her or this restaurant.

Gemma grabbed her spoon and dug right in. It was so refreshing to be with someone that didn’t care about counting calories and wasn’t afraid to enjoy eating in front of me. Her soft sigh as she pulled the spoon from her mouth told me how right I was to order the dessert. Her spoon was already descending a second time before I even considered grabbing mine. I watched as she took in another spoonful and moaned.

“This is some of the best crème brûlée I’ve ever had. What’re you waiting for?” She paused after the second bite and pointed at me with her spoon. “If you don’t dig in soon, I’m going to eat it all by myself.”

“I was just enjoying the view. I like watching things slide in and out of your mouth.” I picked up my spoon and scooped some of the custard out of the dish. “You fascinate me.”

“You don’t have to pile on fake compliments during our month,” she cocked her head to the side and arched her brow at me. “I’m pretty much a sure thing, you know.”

This made me laugh. “I have no reason to give you ‘fake compliments’,” I threw in some air quotes. “You truly do fascinate me. Truth be told, you always have. You’re an amazing woman Gem, and I am blessed to have you in my life. More than that, I am honored to be able to help you with your, ah, situation. It’s not like helping you is a hardship in anyway. Well, it might be a little hard, pun fully intended.” I chuckled and Gemma laughed with me.

“I’d say it was a lotta hard if you asked me, but what do I know, I’m just a novice.” She smirked as she licked her spoon again.

I took in my bite of the crème brûlée and reached for another scoop. “For someone who didn’t really want dessert, you sure are cleaning that dish out pretty well.”

“You know better than to put something like this in front of me and expect me to hold back. That’s right up there with putting a deprived woman in a position for earth shattering sex and expecting her to abstain.” Her analogy wasn’t lost on me.

“Uh huh. Sometimes too much too soon isn’t a smart move.” I scraped a little more out of the dish.

“And sometimes, it’s a very smart move. The sooner it happens, the sooner it can keep happening. Over and over and over again for the next four weeks.”

Our verbal foreplay was causing little electrical arcs to spark across the table between us. Fuck it, maybe she’s right, and going slow is overrated. But, I had wanted to do this for so long that I needed to make sure to do it right. Plus, to be fair it was her first time and first times should be special.

“I will take that under consideration, but as much merit as that statement has, it’s been 25 years, what’s a few more days in the grand scheme of things? Why rush it?”

“I just think when it feels this right, why wait? You’re the first person I have ever actually wanted this with.” Her voice dropped a few more octaves, “And I really, really want it.” She moaned out the words and bit her lip again. I felt her foot in my lap under the table nudging my now rapidly hardening length.

How the fuck do I argue with that? And why do I want to? I was never speechless with women. I was always smooth and in control, but with Gemma I was continually short circuiting. She had that effect on me. When had she become so bold? Wasn’t this the same woman who just a few days ago was blushing fiercely and looking at the floor when sex was even mentioned? Now, she was like a tigress licking her chops as she stalked her prey.

“What, exactly, is it that you want now?” I leaned forward as I whispered back. I wanted to hear her say it.

“You,” she replied simply.

“You have me…” I prompted.

“You want me to be more specific?” She paused while I nodded. She took a breath and looked around to make sure we were alone before she finished. “Ok then. You. Naked. In my bed. With your giant cock inside of me.”

“Check, please,” I called out, raising my hand.

* * *

The ride to Gemma’s house was quiet except for the radio playing. Maroon 5 was singing about doing what lovers do, and I was trying to tune them out so I could focus on sorting out the battle going on inside of my head.

I was horny, Gemma was obviously horny. I had to work tomorrow, Gemma had to work tomorrow. I’ve wanted her for years, she wants me now. She’s a virgin, she deserves a memorable first time with romance. She wants her first time now. I volleyed back and forth the entire drive.

When we finally pulled up, appropriately enough “Stay the Night” was playing and Gemma was singing along. I saw her smile over at me, as she sang reassuringly. “Are you gonna stay the night? Doesn’t mean we’re bound for life, so, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh oh, oh, are you gonna stay the night?”

I put the car in park but didn’t turn it off. Gemma stopped singing and looked at me, confused.

“Do you trust me?” I asked as I took her hand in my own.

She tilted her head and grinned at me, “You know I do.”

“Then as much as it pains me to say this, I need to go home tonight. I promise this hurts me as much, if not more, than it hurts you. What time will you be working until tomorrow?”

“I’m not sure, until I decide I need to stop, I guess,” she pouted.

“Ok, I’ll call you when I’m leaving the office and see if you’re ready to call it a day. Then, we’ll have the whole night to decide what to do. Tonight, I’m teaching you anticipation.” I kissed the back of her hand gently.

She leaned forward and kissed me on the mouth. When she started to pull back I pulled her back in. I wasn’t ready to be completely finished with her for the night, but I knew this was the right thing. Our tongues tangled together feverishly and she nipped my bottom lip as we parted. We were both breathing heavily as I glanced up into her eyes.

“You better go in the house and lock the door. Trust me, I don’t want to go any more than you want me to.” I guided her hand to my hardness. “Go, now.”

Her hand made a long stroke up and down. “See you tomorrow. Both of you.” She gave me another quick peck, then slowly withdrew her hand. “Night, Baz.” She exited the car, went in the house and flickered the porch light.

I dropped my head back against the head rest and heaved out a deep breath as I adjusted myself. My hand was certainly getting a lot of facetime with my dick. This was the right decision. Now, if only I could get my cock to see reason.