Unspoken Desire Fuels a First Date

When a first date raises your heart rate

When Jack asked me to take a boxing class with him, it was easy to say yes. The moment I stepped inside the gym, my pulse jumped. “You came,” he said, excitedly. “Let me show you how to wrap your hands,” he said, taking charge. Jack’s fingers moved slowly, wrapping my knuckles and awakening an unspoken desire between us. He held my hands, and his eyes held mine long enough to raise goosebumps all over my body. 

The coach paired us up after a quick jump rope warm-up. I noticed Jack’s eyes watching my breasts bounce up and down. When I faced him, I raised my gloves, and we were closer than I expected. Jack put his hand firmly on my shoulder and, with his low voice, said, “Trust your balance.” “I’ve got you,” he said. 

Every punch I threw landed with more confidence than the last. Jack easily blocked me, but encouraged me to keep going. I stole glances at his hot body and couldn’t quite focus. He handed me my water bottle, and our fingers brushed just long enough for unspoken desire to pass between us. 

Wrapped hands, lingering looks

After the training, we stepped outside. Still buzzing with adrenaline, Jack asked if I enjoyed learning a little about his passion. I softly laughed and said that it was much better than another boring dinner. We walked back to my apartment, and I asked, “Would you like to come up?” 

It was dark inside, and I didn’t bother turning on any lights. I led Jack inside to my couch, where I sat in his lap. All of that movement had me thinking about what else we could do. He took an ice pack to my knuckles and started kissing them sweetly. As the moment closed in, his need for me was no longer just an unspoken desire. Jack kissed my lips, and his hands traced my back, grabbing at my bra hooks. 

It was so gentle and unrushed. He pulled me in close to feel his warmth, and I let myself relax into the moment. I leaned into him and rested my head against his chest. The closeness felt intimate in a way the gym hadn’t. This was quiet and intentional. 

Unspoken Desires, Unhurried, like he wanted to last

He brushed my hair back, his thumb grazing my cheek, as if he wanted to remember this version of me. The rest unfolded naturally. I unhooked my bra while he undid his pants. As sweaty as our bodies were, we didn’t care to shower first. Our unspoken desire bubbled over, and I wanted to feel more of his heat. 

I straddled him and leaned in very close while he gripped my hips and pulled my body. A boxer possesses strength and can land his punch. Jack was special. His kisses landed on every touchable curve of mine. I tried to keep up, like we were going round for round. It was easy for him to carry me around and position me just right. 

Round for round begins with our unspoken desire

Lingering touches and soft laughter while our unspoken desire ramped up. Jack paid attention to every sound his Italian pussycat made and adjusted his motions. I felt his passion, while he listened to my heartbeat and didn’t stop. Unhurried like he wanted to last all night long. 

There was nowhere else to go. I was wrapped in the quiet and rested my head against his shoulder. He traced slow patterns on my arm, so tenderly. “I’m glad you said yes,” I murmured. He smiled, already knowing he would again. Read Monica’s dirty diary entry about her slow-burn romance, next. 

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