She arranged the candles she had made for this occasion around the living room. Many, many candles arranged on cloth which draped all the furniture. She arranged them at different heights so they seemed to cascade from fixture to fixture. As she lit them, the room began to smell of honey as the bees wax melted.
She knew he would be home any minute and she wanted this night to be special. In the kitchen, dinner only needed to be plated to be ready to serve. In the living room, everything was ready right down to the cushion on the floor by the couch.
She was dressed in her favorite pair of jeans. The ones with the holes for air-conditioning she told everyone. Her long soft leather shirt over them hanging un-tucked practically to her knees. Her hair pulled back in a single pony tail away from her face.
She took a seat on the couch and waited for him to come home. She made one last check under the seats to make sure that everything was in place. Feeling the soft silk in her fingers, she smiled.
The door opened and she rose to greet him.
“Mmmmm something smells good.” he said as he kissed her gently. She took his hand and lead him to the couch, watching his reaction as he moved into the room. Tired eyes coming alive, his palms becoming hot and his breathing quickening.
“Sit here.” she motioned the cushion on the floor. She took her place on the couch in front of him as he knelt down. Loosening his tie and unbuttoning his shirt. “I hope you are not too tired tonight. Please remove your belt sweetie.” He did so quickly and with out question handed it to her.
She took the tie and the belt with her to the kitchen where she plated their dinner. A large well seasoned rib eye steak, baked potatoes slathered in butter and sour cream and a large salad. She took the plate into the living room and settled herself in front of him.
Delicately she cut the steak and fed him a bite. “Tell me about your day.” she said as she took a slice of steak. “Now really dear, palms up and hands on your knees”
They exchanged stories of their day as she fed him and herself. She could see the anticipation on his face. The way he shifted his weight from time to time. The candle light enhancing the tell tale hardness beneath his pants.
She moved a bare foot out and stroked his swollen member through his pants and watched him catch his breath and his eyes flutter. She gave him a quick kiss and permission to take the plate back into the kitchen. “You are to be undressed when you return.”
He stood, took the plate and went to the kitchen. She could hear him putting the dishes in the dishwasher and then the silence, broken by the clatter of change as it fell on the floor, while he undressed. He returned and took his place on the cushion. Eyes lowered, kneeling, with his palms up and hands on his wide spread knees, sitting back on his heels, he waited for her next order.
She looked at him. She never got tired of looking at him. His strong arms and broad shoulders. She loved the lines of his body. Taking a toe, she began tracing the lines on his chest, down his belly and around his cock. Teasing him. Watching is breathing increase, the subtle loosening of his muscles as he alternately tensed and relaxed. His expression as it changed. His eyes closing, his mouth parting ever so slightly to allow more air into his lungs.
