On a Friday afternoon, I eagerly awaited his return from work. I was aware that he had been diligently working all day, exhausted and seeking respite. In contrast, I harbored a different intention. I decided to prepare the bedroom, ensuring its neatness and order. I replaced the existing sheets with the red silk sheets I had recently acquired, making the bed for his discreet observation. The soft caress of silk against my skin was a delightful sensation, creating an ambiance conducive to relaxation.
Candles were positioned on the dresser and nightstands. Inside the nightstand drawer, I placed the new vibrator I had recently purchased. It was a compact vibrator shaped like a lipstick, designed for intimate use during moments of solitude when he is away. The lighting was adjusted to a dim level, ensuring optimal illumination without overwhelming the room. I ensured that the fan was turned off, as I desired our bodies to perspire together.
Upon entering the bedroom, I was greeted by the barking of the dogs and the sound of a truck approaching. Peering through the window, I confirmed his presence home from work. I prepared a clean towel for his shower and left a brief note. Additionally, I placed his signature bottle of Acqua Di Gio on the bathroom counter for his wear. The message read, “Mi Amore, please wear this after your shower. I have a special surprise for you!”
As he entered the mudroom to remove his shoes, he proceeded to the foyer, where the dogs greeted him with excitement. He affectionately patted them before entering the bathroom to shower. Recognizing his grueling day, having departed early this morning, I anticipated his preference for relaxation, dinner, and gaming on his console. However, I had a different surprise in store for him.
As the shower commences, I anticipate leaving him with ample hot water, having exited the shower before his arrival. I inspect the closet, contemplating the lingerie I wish to wear. Ultimately, I select his preferred red lingerie, characterized by its vibrant blood-red hue and intricate lace. To enhance my appearance, I apply Rihanna’s Reb’L Fleur perfume, diffusing it on my neck, wrist, and intimate area. This fragrance holds a special significance in my life.
In preparation for our intimate moment, I light candles throughout the room, aiming to create an ambiance conducive to intimate activities. I position the distinctive candles in the nightstand drawer, adjacent to the vibrator and lighter. As I prepare, I gently fold the bed, revealing the red silk sheets to him. Lying atop the sheets, I expose myself, eagerly awaiting his arrival.
Suddenly, the shower ceases. I swiftly adjust my position, securing my hair to frame my shoulders. I retrieve the vibrator and place it beside me. A small giggle escapes my lips, acknowledging that I am not wearing any undergarments. I discern his presence as he opens the bathroom door and proceeds towards the bedroom. Slowly, he opens the door and observes me lying on the bed.
At this juncture, I anticipate the commencement of our intimate experience. He appears to be smiling, possibly blushing slightly. He inquires, “Hey, what are you doing?” I respond, “Relax. I intend to provide you with something that we both require. I acknowledge that you have had a demanding day, but I desire to fulfill your desires this evening.”
He approaches me and lies down next to me, still wrapped in his towel from the waist down. His presence is alluring, making it challenging to restrain myself. I request that he move to the middle of the bed, a blessing considering that we have a queen-sized bed. While I contemplate whether a king-sized bed would have been more suitable, I recognize that the queen bed provides an adequate level of closeness.
As he lies there, I slowly rise to kneel before him on the bed, slightly apart with my legs. This gesture subtly reminds me that I am not wearing any undergarments. I begin to gently rub my thighs, gradually working my way up towards my breasts while continuing to stare into his deep brown eyes. His gaze is both intimidating and seductive, piercing through my body.
I slowly move my hand towards the front of the lingerie, lifting it slightly. I then begin to caress my inner thighs, moving towards my clitoris. Next to me, I reach over to grab my vibrator. I turn it on, place it on my clitoris, and my other hand caresses my breast. I maintain my gaze on him, observing his reaction as he watches me engage in self-pleasure.
I squeeze my nipple and emit a sign of satisfaction. I can feel my breathing becoming heavier and more labored. I begin to moan softly, gradually increasing the volume. My body pulses with intensity, and I sense the impending arrival of my orgasm.
As I continue to stare at him, I notice that he has moved the towel to reveal his genitalia to me. The size of his erection is impressive. He desires me, but I am unable to resist his allure. The sound of the morning growing louder, I exclaim, “Fuck,” knowing that I can no longer hold back.
I release a deep sigh and moan to release myself. My legs tremble slightly, and my breathing remains heavy, as I attempt to slow down. He leans forward, grabs me, and pulls me close to him, kissing my neck. His warm breath caresses my skin. He begins to bite me gently at first, then gradually increasing the intensity. I emit a small scream, acknowledging the pleasure of the sensation.
The captivating aroma of him envelops my senses, igniting a fervent desire within me. While consumed by this intense longing, I simultaneously recognize the yearning for further exploration. I whisper in his ear, requesting that he retrieve the candles, symbolizing the commencement of wax play. As he diligently prepares the candles, I lie down on the bed. He ignites them and slowly pours the wax onto my body, eliciting a contented arch in my back. I grasp the sheets beside me. He proceeds to my breasts, gently caressing my nipples. A moan escapes my lips. The sensation initially warms, then intensifies into a comforting heat. I feel a distinct moisture between my thighs. He repeats the process, this time targeting my clit. As the wax drips down the clit, I exclaim a pleasurable sound. The sensation is exquisite. I request that he rub on my clit with his hand. He moves his hand up and down, then inserts one finger, followed by two. He says, “You are very moist.” He begins to finger me slowly, then gradually increases the intensity, depth, and pressure. My back arches with pleasure. I moan and pant loudly. It is an extraordinary sensation. I yearn for more. “Please don’t stop,” I think to myself. He removes his fingers and places them towards my mouth, allowing me to savor their sweetness. Eager to experience him fully, I ask him to come closer. I slowly pull him nearer to me. I grasp his erect penis and insert it into my vagina. A moan of excitement erupts from me. He begins to move. I slightly elevate my body to synchronize our movements as one. His movements are fluid, alternating between swiftness and slowness. The intensity increases with each stroke. My breathing becomes labored. I whisper, “I desire all of you, Mi Amor. Please, I implore him.” He releases himself upon me with the force of a caged animal, fulfilling my profound desires. I can sense his accelerated breathing, indicating his enjoyment and fulfillment. I am satisfying his inner desires. Oh, he has never been so physically intimate with me, and I am utterly captivated by every moment. Please don’t stop. I lean forward, grasping his biceps, attempting to reach his neck. I begin to kiss it, savoring its delicate texture. To begin, I take small bites, and then unexpectedly, I hear him emit a deep, resonant moan. This signifies his release, and I firmly grasp his biceps, exerting a strong squeeze. I reciprocate his moan with a loud one. He immediately collapses on top of me. I hold him and commence caressing his back with the tip of my fingers, gently moving them up and down his back. His perspiration envelops my entire body, but I remain unaffected. His breathing becomes less pronounced, not as labored. His head rests upon my chest, and he can discern the gradual deceleration of my heartbeat. We lie there in silence for several minutes. I close my eyes, contemplating that I have successfully fulfilled his desires and provided him with pleasure.
