A Gap Between Love

He smiled, and when he saw her she could have sworn he had stopped breathing for a brief moment.

"You look-very beautiful, I mean nice Mia."

Ryan had corrected himself, in fear that calling her beautiful would make her feel uncomfortable.

"Thank you, you look very nice yourself."

Mia could barely say the words, as her chest heaved and she found it hard to focus.

Ryan was wearing a suit like he would at work, but minus the tie.

He had also shortened his thick beard down to a stubble now.

"Shall we?"

He asked her, gaining his breath back and she smiled back.

She walked over to him carefully in her heels, and slid her arm through his and they stepped out of the apartment and made their way downstairs. Ryan didn't have a car, but had ordered a mini-cab to take them both to the restaurant.

The mini-cab was waiting, and Ryan even helped Mia into the backseat and slid in himself. They were soon outside a very fancy, Italian restaurant about fifteen minutes away in the cab.

Mia smiled contently, that Ryan hadn't actually meant a meal out at somewhere like a fast-food place but an actual, restaurant. A romantic restaurant even, Mia thought surprised.

Inside they were seated by a waiter, and the young man asked them both what they wanted for drinks.

Ryan looked at Mia, letting her choose for herself.

"I'll have a glass of red wine, please."

Mia said smiling, handing the drinks menu back to the waiter. He then turned to Ryan.

"I'll have a beer, a bottle of Stella."

The waiter smiled taking the final menu, and disappearing to get their drinks.

Mia carefully pushed a curled strand of her hair from her face, and then noticed Ryan look at her before looking away soon after.

Well it seemed Ryan found her attractive tonight that was clear.

She smiled gently.

Slowly they began to talk about work, and stuff that had happened that day.

"You look very nice tonight, Mia."

Mia smiled, her warm red lips smiling at him.

"Thank you, you look very manly tonight."

The two laughed as their drinks were delivered, and Mia slowly sipped her fragrant red wine.

Ryan took a few small mouthfuls of his bottle of beer.

Mia wanted to know something from Ryan, about him and this moment was the best chance she was going to get to ask him.

"Ryan, why did you help me that day? I want to know why."

Ryan stared at her for a moment, then to his bottle of a beer.

"I don't like—a woman to be put in a position like the one you were in that day. Everything taken from her, dumped by an arsehole who doesn't see how lucky of a man he really is. I just didn't want to see you unhappy."

At his last words, Ryan coughed awkwardly and drank his beer.

"You're a very protective, kind man Ryan. Your wife, Claire was lucky to have you, I mean that."

By this time Claire, Ryan's wife had come up a few times in conversation to the point now that Ryan could talk to her about his deceased wife.

Ryan smiled shyly.

Claire drank her wine.

"How did you two meet, you and your wife I mean?"

Ryan smiled.

"That's an awkward story."

Mia grinned, and gently nudged his foot with her heel under the table.

"Come on, tell me."

Ryan conceded.

"Well I was on patrol the day I met her, and we got a call to a woman who had locked herself out of her house. I still have no idea to this day how such a call went through to the Police, even to me and my colleague. Anyway we went to the house, to give the woman a talking to about wasting Police time to get her back into her home, when she could have called a locksmith."

Mia giggled, loving Ryan's humor.

"So we get there, and there was still beautiful raven haired woman in her twenties screaming hysterically for us to break down her door to let her in, as her cat was inside and hadn't been fed in a few hours. I was the one to talk to her, but I just couldn't do it. I couldn't shout at her, belittle her for calling us out. My colleague, he would later tell me I had a soft spot for her from the start. So I took out my baton, and with her consent smashed the small window pane of her front door, and unlocked the door by its knob inside. So we get inside, and it's now that I have to tell her she cannot call the Police out again for something as small as this. I ended up blurting out how I thought she was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen in my life, and hadn't even brought up the reprimand for what she had done. She burst out laughing, and I thought she would reject me and my interest but instead she just smiled and we got talking while my colleague was outside, and we exchanged numbers. That night I called her, and from there we went on together. Two years later we were married, and well you know the rest."

Ryan went quiet at his final words, meaning when she passed on.

Mia smiled, but nodded.

"That's beautiful, a perfect way to meet someone. When you know when you see them, all of that anger you may have towards them is gone replaced by attraction, romance. It's unique."

Mia added giggling, and sipping her wine more taking a mouthful.

"I wish Michael had been like that, the way we first met was nothing even close to romantic and spontaneous."

Ryan smiled, putting his half-finished beer bottle on the table.

"So how did someone as nice as you meet that little rat then?"

Mia laughed, almost spurting the wine from her mouth onto the table at his reference to Michael as being a rat.

"God, you hit the nail on the head with that name for him. God, well it wasn't romantic. We met through a friend, but we didn't go for a meal or anything like this and instead we all went to a fast-food chicken shop together. I like tonight wore a dress like this under the impression it would have been just me and him, in a romantic setting. All I got was him and his friends competing to see who could eat the most chips in thirty seconds, and he was already drunk when I met him. So everything was missing, everything like tonight was not present with him."

Ryan was resting his face on his arm on the table, but his eyes were alert, awake, and responsive. It was how he made it clear to someone, he wanted to hear more.

"So the rat didn't even treat you to a proper meal, try to seduce you, court you even."

Mia grinned, and rotated her delicate ankles under the table and her heel gently touched Ryan's leg softly.

Mia looked into his eyes deeply for a moment, and then she broke away pulling her foot away when she recognized what she was doing.

"So why did you keep seeing him after?"

Mia didn't know why she did keep seeing him after for almost two years, maybe it was ease or she just felt like not trying to find someone else.

"I don't know really, I guess I was stupid, head strong to think he would change and he didn't."

Ryan nodded, seeing Mia lost in thought staring at her wine glass.

"His fucking loss, you're perfect for any man. If he didn't see that, he'll regret it for life."

Mia smiled, and it was then the waiter came over to take orders for food.

Ryan ordered Spaghetti and Mia ordered a vegetarian Lasagna.

Mia noticed in those brief moments when they didn't talk, how beautiful of a man Ryan was. Sure he was older, almost hitting forty but he looked masculine, manly, and handsome even. If she had met Ryan in some other capacity instead of him acting like a father figure to her, she could maybe see herself dating him. He had seen a lot in his life, but he wasn't letting it weigh him down.

Mia decided to use the bathroom, and as she got up from her chair she watched Ryan for a brief moment and saw him watch her walk to the bathroom, but she noted he looked away and he seemed to feel guilty. Perhaps looking at her in that way, even to him felt wrong of her age maybe.

She felt skinny, delicate, and the thought of her being skinny filled her head. Was Ryan really finding her attractive tonight, or was he just being nice to her?

In the bathroom she freshened herself up, putting some new eyeliner on and lipstick before returning to the table.

The food soon arrived, Mia's Lasagna was lovely and smelling great for vegetarian dish. Ryan was given a huge mountain of Spaghetti, in a big bowl and he smiled down at it. They tucked into their food, as the waiter left to get Ryan another beer.

She noticed Ryan watching a couple at the bar, and wondered what he was listening to.

"What are they doing?"

Ryan smiled and looked at her.

"Domestic in progress."

Mia smiled.

"What?"

"Basically I overheard a bit of shouting before you came out of the bathroom from the both, something about him cheating on her and that it had been going on for a while, the affair I mean. They're quiet now, once they noticed everyone staring at them. But I think that relationship is over, or is going to need constant repair and reassurances."

Mia watched, studying the couple. She saw the girl, a blonde as well was cringing from her boyfriend as he tried to apologize for what he had done. But she was having none of it, trying to cry quietly in her chair.

"That's how you saw me that day, on the bus. I mean you didn't see Michael, but he was pretty much doing what he has done to her, confessed to an affair and cheated on her for no real reason. Right?"

Ryan didn't look away from the couple, but as he nodded she saw his eyes flicker and watched him swallow hard. Why was it so hard for him to look at her when admitting that fact?

Eventually the couple left, leaving most of their food, the night ruined, and the woman had even dressed up for her husband in an elegant red dress. Mia thought about her first date with Michael, at the chicken take-away. What hurt her the most was that his affair with her friend Chloe had been going on for almost a year, had he stopped liking her after only a year?

They finished their food soon after, and were both full. Mia felt close to bursting with how heavy the Lasagna was, and ordered another glass of wine as Ryan was on his third beer now.

Soon enough, they decided it was time to go home. Mia was a bit tipsy due to the wine, but Ryan seemed alright so they called down another mini-cab to the restaurant to take them home.

Ryan helped Mia into the front door of the apartment, and he felt her wrap her arms around his neck snugly.

Mia didn't know why she was doing this, but everything she ever wanted in a man. Pure ideals, romance, attraction was all in Ryan. He was who she had always dreamed of sexually, and emotionally - the only drawback was the age difference but in her tipsy state she was thinking more physical between them.

"Mia love, I think you've had a bit too much to drink tonight. Best to sleep."

Mia was smiling, brimming with feelings she never felt being with or around Michael.

"Kiss me."

Ryan brought his head back, and looked at Mia with her glazed eyes and tipsy movements.

"Mia, honey no. You're drunk, it's not right to take advantage of you like that."

She may have had a drink, but she was stern enough to press her hand against Ryan's chest until he was against the wall.

"I don't care, I want you Ryan. Come on."

She pressed her lips against his, and his breathing got faster as he kissed her back, his whole body began to get hot to the touch.

Ryan clenched and stretched his fingers, trying to fight the urges flooding his mind. He may have been a good man, with good intentions but a man is still a man in the situation he was in right now.

Ryan tried to push her back gently, to get her to her room but she pushed him back and deeply stared into his eyes.

"I want a man, a real man. Not a boy, not anymore. It's you Ryan."

Perhaps sensing the aggressive approach to seducing Ryan was temperamental, Mia gently took his hand and squeezed it.

"I'm giving you my consent, I want this. I won't regret this in the morning, alright?"

Ryan sighed, feeling the healthy erection in his pressed trousers.

"Mia, it feels wrong to do this to you."

Mia kissed him again, holding both his hands in hers and squeezing them comfortingly.

"Stop fighting, please Ryan. I know you want me, and I want you too. There's nothing wrong here, we're two adults who know what they want so please take me. Fucking take me."

Mia said whispering into his ear, as she took his hands and put them behind her onto her back and released them.

His hands tried to fight it, but eventually he dropped his hands down and gripped Mia's small bottom into his hands as they kissed, pressing into each other. Their moans and mutterings going up and down in volume as they kissed passionately.

They kissed for a minute or two, and Ryan pulled back but he wasn't wanting to stop this.

"Bedroom, come on."

Mia smiled and he guided her towards his bedroom, and opened the door. Mia was half-expecting a shrine to Claire or something, but inside the room there was only a big bed, a television on a night stand. It looked like a man's bedroom, and she noticed. There were no pictures of Claire and Ryan together, those photographs were in the lounge. Maybe Ryan had tried to move on, and started with the bedroom so he wouldn't wake every morning seeing her picture, to make it easier for him.

Onto the bed they toppled together, and still kissing one another Mia's dress rode up exposing her long legs, and upper thighs encased in nylon. Ryan like a gentleman, found her heels on her feet and removed them, throwing them onto the floor.

Mia was the first, and only woman ever allowed into this room since a year ago when he decided to get rid of anything that reminded him of Claire, Mia was his step to moving on completely.

"Thanks."

Mia said in a hushed whisper, thanking him for removing her heels for her.

Ryan leaned in and suckled, kissing her neck and she gasped and moaned from the sensation of it.

"Let's get this off."

Ryan said referring to Mia's cream dress, and he helped her remove it over her head and threw it aside, she was almost fully naked beneath him except her tights and underwear. Ryan was dominating her, putting his hands where he wanted but he wasn't so much as rough but guiding Mia. He hadn't had sex in almost six years, and he had a lot of pent up sexual frustration.

Ryan was looking down at her small, firm breasts with their pink nipples erect. Mia noticed this, and spoke.

"Are they too small?"

Ryan just smiled, grinning under his beard.

"No, they're perfect."

Mia smiled, and moaned as Ryan dived down to take one of her nipples into his mouth and suck on it. With the other, he used his hand to stimulate it and pinch it.

"Yes, put your hand between my legs Ryan."

Ryan complied, sliding the hand he wasn't using between her nylon-clad thighs and felt the searing heat from Mia's crotch through the nylons and panties.

As he rubbed her crotch, pressing his palm to her pussy he felt moistness and knew she was aroused.

"Undress Ryan."

Ryan remembered now he was still wearing his suit, and removed his jacket and put it aside as he unbuttoned his shirt and belt, and kicked off his trousers. He was only in his shoes eventually, but got them off in good time. Now naked, more naked than Mia even he continued to rub her pussy, and suddenly felt a hand around his hard, pulsating manhood. Bare and flesh, she was stroking his cock.

Both were panting, as they stimulated the other and Mia knew she was going to orgasm from his hand, she was hot and heavy for him as much as he was for her.

But Ryan didn't want her to orgasm by just his hand, and slid down her body until she was forced to release his cock from her hand, and slipped his fingers into the waistband of her tights and rolled them down along with her panties until she was naked, and her pussy was in front of him exposed with a few wisps of blonde hair on her pussy.

She looked like she shaved often, or waxed but it was a healthy patch of hair above her slit.

Ryan moved in close, and kissed her pussy and pressed his tongue to her slit making her purr He began to lick, kiss and eat her out making her gasp, rasp, and grunt coming closer to her orgasm.

Before he would allow her to Ryan, sat up and positioned himself between her parted legs and pressed his cock against her womanhood, and slid in fully making her gasp and arch her back.

Mia grunted, and began to feel Ryan slide into her and back out, filling her in places Michael never did. Her body was on fire, as if made of molten rock itself in a Volcano and she was coming closer to her orgasm, and she was fearful she would scream so loud when she did.

Harder and harder he thrust, and rammed until her small, firm buttocks were smacking together under her as he pounded into her.

"Oh god, fuck!"

Mia screamed, hoping Ryan's neighbors didn't hear as she exploded cumming around his manhood and arching her back, before slowly subsiding onto her back as Ryan continued to fuck her, pushing himself to ejaculate inside her.

A few minutes passed, Mia was enjoying the feeling of him pushing and pulling inside of her, her juices coated his manhood and the bedding. Soon enough she felt him grunt, and after one last thrust he came inside her. With so much pent up sexual frustration, he filled her up a lot.

Sliding out of her, he lay on his side and felt Mia put her arm around him.

They lay together, Mia fell asleep in adrift of emotions and the after-effects of the sex she had just had with Ryan.

Ryan however lay with her arm around him, staring at the wall thinking about the mistake he had just made. He had just taken advantage of a young girl, drunk and intoxicated. A girl young enough to have been the same age of his daughter, if he had one.

In the darkness of the room, staring at the wall near the window he asked himself one question.

'What the hell have I done?'

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I hope everyone enjoyed this story, it can be continued if I get enough interest in a sequel to it so let me know in the comments, and feel free to tell me what you thought of the story and characters.