Whenever we were together it is like fireworks, sparks, loud bangs, screams, and pure excitement. Today was no different.
I found myself lazing on my comfortable chair in just a pair of pink shorts and a t-shirt, I was having a bit of an off day, my emotions all a haze, and the only thing clear in my mind was you. How you always know how to make me smile and feel appreciated, even when I am not feeling it myself. The calm peaceful surroundings, no children running around shouting. No mess to tidy up, just the bubbles from the fish tank keeping me grounded. I closed my eyes, just for a minute.
“Are you relaxed enough yet?” he asked.
The familiar voice that I had grown to love over the last few months was here, in front of me, his breath so hot against my skin, his lips so close to mine I could almost taste him. Slowly I opened my eyes, staring intently into his soul, wondering why he was there. Had I missed a date we had planned or was this one of those random surprises? He was always doing them. I could feel his eyes undressing me, his gentle hands touching my soft skin. I tried to reach forward to kiss your lips, but he pushed me back.
“Teasers back I see,” I replied, a sense of sarcasm now filling the air.
He was in control today. He moved my hair and began to coat the side of my neck with soft, wet kisses. Not missing a spot with those rosy lips. Again, I tried to catch his mouth, but I found myself lost in another world. My heart trembling, my skin filled with goosebumps, the ever-growing tingles down inside of me. How can he do that with just one kiss. It utterly amazed me.
“You will not win, so surrender now,” he said in his stern voice.
He stepped back and stared at my body. I was not your average girl; I had curves in the right places, but it had taken me eight years to love these curves, since the birth of my first child. My boobs stood out in my low-cut, pink top. He loved having them in his hands, in his mouth. Suddenly, something ripped. He had torn my top. one clean tear straight down the front, exposing my breasts to the cold, night air. My nipples were now erect and commanded attention.
I lowered my head back down and closed my eyes again. My eyes rolled back to release the senses that I was holding on tightly to, trying to give up all my powers and just devour all the desires he was introducing to me. Before I could open them, he took my hand and helped me stand to my feet.
“Don’t open them,” he commanded to me.
I could not even if I wanted to. He had put a blindfold on me; everything was pitch black. All my senses now working overtime, every sound, every touch seemed more intense than before. He took me towards the bedroom and pushed me back. I screamed, as I thought I was heading for the floor, which is a long way down from my five-foot-nine height. Instead, I found myself pushed against the wall, my red face now starting to cool down from the coldness of the wall pressed against my face.
He grabbed both my hands with one hand and held them behind my back so that I was frozen. With his other free hand, he pulled my hair back and kissed my neck, but this time it was more forceful. I could feel my pussy starting to tingle, getting wetter with every touch.
“Is this what you wanted?” he asked.
I tried to muster up the words to speak, but there was nothing but moans coming from my mouth. Each louder than the last. If there was one thing I loved more than his touch, it was his nails. There was something about them running along my skin that made me melt. Then, suddenly, I felt them, one finger then another until all of them were sliding down from my neck to my shoulders, I started arching as he got lower down my back. Down towards my bum he went. I still had my shorts on, or so I thought. With one swift move, he had them off too! I was naked and shivering, yet hot and filled with utter excitement.