The Magic of His Hands

Fahmeen's POV:

We carry on making out as we exit the elevator. His hands are keeping my body tucked into his, even if I wanted to I think I'd struggle to get free. Rolf sees enough to lead us into his apartment and we somehow land on a plush sofa. He's on top of me and I've yet to see his place. My eyes still closed, I'm free to feel his strong back through his coat.

Up and down I stroke, pulling him closer. His tongue coaxes mine out and we stroke each other. Something else we always end up doing. His body is pressing me into the sofa and I feel his lower body slowly grind into mine. I clench down there feeling his heavy erection through his trousers and I softly use my leg to run up his thigh and back. These kisses are wet and we don't need to speak to convey our passion. All these thoughts running wild in my head and I moan as he bites down on my lip.

Suddenly he stops.
I look at his face and we're breathing heavy.
"Why'd you stop?" I ask. His face is mysterious, I can't tell what he's thinking. His voice is hoarse and showing restraint.
"I want to savour you. Everything about you. So that means no rushing into... this." He demonstrates what this is as he kisses me deep.

I have to refocus again as we come apart. Those kisses. Rolf looks to be struggling to stop making out, as he reluctantly holds himself away above me. I notice that he's self restraint truly unravels when he allows himself to touch my body. And I am desperate for him to touch me. His hands on my body are better than any fantasy and my own overactive imagination. It's real and... his.

"As it's our first date, follow me to the kitchen. I'll get started on our dinner." Rolf stands up straight and pulls me too. He's composed and I'm learning to be too. I don't want to seem so affected and... inexperienced.
He's already walking off and I shout.
"At least take your coat off first!"
I laugh because it's a funny sight, seeing him stop in his tracks and shrug off it off as he forgot. It's really nice to watch the outer layers peel away to reveal a more natural Rolf.

"Here. I'll take yours."
I give him mine and he hangs them up before leading us to his kitchen.

It's real cosy and intimate. There's a couple of bar stools, so I sit on one anticipating watching him cook.
"What's on the menu, chef...?" I hint towards wanting to know his full name. I figured it's an easy way to kickstart getting to truly know each other like any other couple. Normal couples.
"Ango." He says, whilst buttoning up his sleeves and loosening his tie.

"And the menu, err..." He bites his lip in thought. His hands rest on the counter top and we're opposite each other.
"I didn't get time to plan that but don't worry. I'm pretty good with the unprepared." Rolf turns to look in his fridge and brings out a few ingredients.

Mushrooms, crème fraîche, garlic and linguini.

"That looks perfect" I comment, imagining a hot pan of creamy garlic pasta.
"And, we even got dessert." He smacks a bar of Cadbury's Whole Nut next to everything else and I am won over. Our eyes meet and I can't stop the smile knowing he remembers I love chocolate.

...

Our conversations told me his parents and two sisters live in America. They're quite well off and live in a woodsy estate in New England. He chose to live and teach in the UK just because. I asked him if he ever regretted making a big move and he paused, kissed my forehead and said no.

The decadent aroma of the garlic flavoured crème fraîche filled the kitchen diner. I was leaning my face in my hand staring at Rolf plate up. His serving was mountainous and he waited for me to stop him as he started on mine. I stayed quiet for a little longer than usual as I was hungry.
"Okay, stop!"
My eyes almost bulge out of their sockets as I take in the portion I encouraged him to serve.
"My girl can eat." He mumbles, his face says he's amused yet impressed.

I carry our plates to the table and act like I didn't hear that. I was someone who'd get too shy to eat in front of guys but I refused to be that way with him. If it's going to be something with him then it's going to be real. And he called me his girl? I didn't know if I was supposed to ignore that or overthink it? He was winning my heart and I can't stop him. The idea of Rolf claiming me was fulfilling. Sexy too.

It was funny because I did eat. A lot. I wasn't those girls that ate and got away with it either. I was fairly strict on my diet and aimed to exercise a fair amount by maintaining my gym membership. It's hard but worth it. Nothing that's worth it comes easy.

I take a seat and instead of sitting opposite me he takes the chair besides me. I notice he only ever takes that position now. My heart.
He smiles at me and waits for me to take my first bite. I waste no time and fork a generous mouthful.

Oh my Lord.

It is decadent.

Sumptuous.

Perfectly seasoned and garlicky.

I spent a good few seconds chewing and thinking with my eyes closed. Lost in the talent of his fingers.
"You have special hands."

I open my eyes at his lack of response. He's smirking, watching my lips but still not eating.
"I was hoping you'd say that."
He tucks into his plate.
"Eventually."