Christian leads me inside the cottage, that is big and beautiful with wood flooring. The front door opens up into both the kitchen and living room, each space is equal divided down the middle, with a staircase just ahead that leads to the second floor. The kitchen is to my right, and looks just as spacious and nice as Christian's kitchen back at home. Every surface is shining, as if someone just cleaned everything; and a fresh bowl of fruit sits in a bowl on the kitchen island. The living room is on my left, and is home to a tan L-shaped couch with a throw blanket slung neatly folded over the back, and two lovely reclining chairs. There is an oak coffee table and plush white rug, all precisely arranged to face the mounted flat screen TV and console full of DVDs and boardgames on the lower shelf.

"This is . . . so nice," I breathe, as I remain standing on the front door rug, afraid to trail across the polished floors in my soggy socks.

Christian doesn't care about making a mess, as per usual, and simply glides inside in all his dripping wet glory. I bite my bottom lip as I watch him grab an apple from the bowl and take a bite, as I still remain rooted to my spot.

When Christian realizes I'm not beside him, he glances back at me and says, "Beau, what are you doing? Get over here."

"But I'm wet . . ." I reply, lamely.

Christian snorts and retorts, "So am I, it's fine, just come in."

I purse my lips as I tentatively step off the mat, and Christian chuckles at my dramatics before grabbing my hand and leading me upstairs. As he leads me upstairs into a room that's clearly his, my tongue fills with questions and I open my mouth to release them.

"So is this like a vacation home for the family?" I ask. "Do your parents know you brought me here? How long are we staying, will it be all night or just today? Because I don't know what my mom will think, I mean, she likes you but if I stay here all night with you—-"

Christian cuts off my babbling with a kiss, and quietly mutters, "My parents are the only ones with a key. So yes, they know I brought you here. And this is for you Beau, we'll leave when you're ready because I want this place to be somewhere you can come to escape and unwind and paint. The city can be too much some times, so I just wanted to show you a place that you can come to whenever you need." Christian's lips brush over mine once more, before he softly kisses me. I kiss him back, and my arms go around his neck, as my fingers sink into his hair.

I feel a surge course through my body as we kiss —- desire, want, need —- all of those emotions are there fighting to get out and claim what they're so insistent on having. Christian. I gasp into our kiss, my sexual needs slowly winning over my actions as my hands trail down to Christian's hips and tightly grasp them. Christian gently bucks his hips into my hands, and I feel it spur my body forward. My grip tightens as I push Christian towards the bed, and push him down onto it before slinging my legs over his lap and straddling him as I press my body as closely as I can.

Christian quietly pants beneath me, and looks up at me from beneath his lashes with desire in his eyes. A shiver rolls down my spine as I lean in and press our lips together, my fingers dancing over his bare chest. I'm half-excited and half-terrified that Christian is all but naked beneath me, with nothing but a thin pair of boxers separating him from my eager touch. And I want to feel his skin against mine; I want to feel that all consuming desire and blissful pain of feeling full. I want Christian, and I want him now.

My movements suddenly turn sloppy with anticipation and excitement as I fumble to lift my shirt over my head, before throwing it somewhere over my shoulder. Christian is also too lost in the moment as he grips my hips before flipping us until I'm spread out beneath him, his eyes dark with want and smoldering with uncontainable love. He kisses my throat, his lips trailing up to my jaw as my nails dig into his back.

Christian's lips still near my ear, and gently brush the sensitive skin as he whispers, "We shouldn't do this yet, despite how much I want too, I think we should wait."

I squeeze my eyes closed and exhale a sigh. "I know," I breathe. "We should wait, but will you object to getting close?"

"Shit, Beau, I—-"

I kiss him, cutting his sentence short as I whisper, "Please, I'm not ready to have sex. I just....I just to feel something like it."

Christian sighs and leans forward, and presses his lips to my neck. I feel him kiss me, and suck on my neck as his tongue darts out to taste my skin. I can't help the moan that slips pass my lips, as my arms wind around his neck and one of my legs hooks over his hip. I gasp and thread my fingers through his hair when I feel his cock press into my inner thigh, and I spread my legs just a little bit further as he sinks in between them. My mouth opens in a frozen cry of approval as Christian runs his hands up my bare sides, while his mouth kisses and sucks on my skin, weaving a path from my belly button to my chest.

My thighs tighten around his hips and my back arches up to meet him. I groan when the most sensitive part of me touches him, and my hands eagerly dance around his boxers, hesitant to seek out what they desire. Christian rolls his hips with mine, and I moan as I slip my hands pass the elastic. Christian groans and grinds his hips down, as his mouth attacks my chest and sensually takes one of my nipples between his teeth. I gasp, and cry out his name as my hands knead his warm skin. Christian moans, and the delicious vibrations curl in my stomach, where I began to feel a tight coiling pressure.

I gasp, and dig at his back as I squirm beneath him, before finally he releases my nipple as I groan out my approval. Christian kisses me, and his hands stroke my cheeks and brush my hair off my forehead. "Beau, I think we should—-"

"No, please, don't say it," I whisper, cutting him off.

Christian sighs and kisses the corner of my mouth. "I love you, and I respect you so that is why I think we should stop . . ."

"Please, not yet," I breathe, as I touch Christian's hips before rolling him over onto his back. "Not yet...." I trail off as I lean forward and start kissing Christian's navel. Christian does little to refuse me, and as I continue to kiss him and tentatively run my tongue over his skin, he moans and eventually twists his fingers into my hair. I'm panting above him, and I'm in love with my new position of power and every part of me wants it to continue, so without a second thought I grip Christian's boxers and yank them down.

My breath catches, and then Christian gasps and quickly pulls them back up as he cries, "Beau! What was that?"

"I-I-I just wanted . . . I just wanted—-" I trail off, too stunned by my actions to form a response.

Christian clasps my cheeks, and forces me to meet his gaze as he firmly says, "No, not today. God knows I want to, but not today, Beau. Okay?"

I bite my bottom lip and inhale a shaky breath before replying, "I'm sorry, I just—-"

"I know . . ." Christian mumbles, before gently pulling me down onto the bed beside him. I sigh and lay my head down onto his chest, and a moment of silence passes before he mumbles, "You didn't see anything, did you?"

Immediately my cheeks begin to heat up, and I stutter, "I-I'm not sure what I saw . . ." I trail off.

Christian chuckles and mumbles, "Well, that's good I guess."

My blush deepens and I mumble, "I have one too, you know."

"Oh, trust me, I'm fully aware," Christian replies, his response turning my cheeks even redder.

I sigh, and snuggle into his side as I curiously mumble, "Do you picture me?"

Christian sighs, and his hand suddenly appears and angles my chin back so our eyes meet when he replies, "Are you asking me if I fantasize about you?"

My blush deepens, and I quietly mumble, "Yes."

Christian sighs, and kisses my forehead roughly, before huskily replying, "I can't really answer that without going into detail, but yes. Why do you ask? Do you daydream about me?"

I bite my bottom lip and truthfully reply, "Yes, almost every night . . ."

Christian groans at my response, and his arm tightens around my waist as he breathes, "Now you have me curious . . ."

"I'll answer any questions . . ." I mumble.

Christian is silent for a moment, and then he asks, "Do you masturbate to me?"

"Y-Yes," I reply, my face no doubt a flaming mess.

Christian groans again, and then he gasps, "I wish I could watch . . ." And my stomach lurches at his response.

I quickly sit up and sling my leg over his waist, startling him as I reply, "Would you like too?"

Christian's eyes widen, and he quickly seizes my waist before spinning me onto my back, locking my wrists above my head as he gasps, "Beau! God, no I'm just saying . . ." Christian trails off. "Fuck! Where did this conversation come from...?"

I bite my bottom lip, and innocently reply, "You asked me if I think about you, and I do so—-"

Christian slaps his hand over my mouth, and says, "Don't even think about finishing that sentence."

I grin beneath him hand, and pull it away from my mouth as I reply, "Why is that, does it stir feeling deep inside y—-"

Christian cuts off my sentence by pressing his lips to mine, and I hum as I sink my fingers into his hair and relish in the kiss. Christian gently bites my bottom lip, and sucks on it before pulling away. He releases a deep breath, before softly saying, "I love you."

I smile, and softly reply, "I love you too."

Christian smiles, and mutters, "Then can you please, stop looking for ways to pick up where we left off?"

I sigh, and grumble, "Fine, and by the way, this has been an amazing first date."

Word count: 1,817

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A/N: Hello, lovelies! What did you all think of the chapter? I love it, but that's just me. Their relationship is progressing and I'm excited for what's ahead. Thank you so much for reading, have an amazing day/night!

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BunnyBaekkiee ❤️