Walking up the path to Jonathon's house, she noticed something different. The lights were out inside. Wondering if she misunderstood the time or the place, Niky reached for her phone to call him. She had to meet him tonight; she needed to meet him tonight. Before she could call, she noticed the flickers inside the house. Candles? He never lit candles. A small smile snuck across her face. He was trying to surprise her. They had been apart for so long, and he knew she loved candles.
Niky reached the doorstep. She knocked lightly three times and waited. When Jonathon didn't answer right away, her nervousness and anticipation grew: as did the moistness growing in her pussy. She needed him so badly. The way he touched her body. When they were together, he made her feel sexy, beautiful, desirous, and sensual. Tonight, she hoped, would be no different. Finally, he opened the front door.
"Hello, my pet," he said, standing in front of her in a suit and tie. "Welcome to your special night." Right away, she melted. There must have been one hundred candles lit in the living room. A soft glow highlighted her lovers face and the pleasure in his eyes. In the background, soft music played, relaxing her. Taking her hand, he gently pulled her inside.
"Jonathon, Sir, I..." she tried to talk, but he placed a finger over her lips, silencing her. He led her to the sofa. After making sure she was comfortable, he walked over to the bar and poured them both a glass of White Burgundy Chardonnay: her favorite. He returned to the sofa, handing her the glass and taking his place next to her. Niky, a hopeless romantic, had never experienced any thing like this. She knew he was doing this simply for her. She belonged to him and lived to please and serve him. It was unusual for him to do something like this for her pleasure alone. She had never felt as loved. She turned, locking her eyes with his.
"Tell me about your day, my love," he asked, taking her right hand in his left. His thumb began to slowly trace circles on her skin. She tried to share about her day, knowing he was genuinely interested. His thumb, those circles, they drove her crazy. She couldn't focus on the conversation, keep losing her words and trailing off. After a while, Jonathon noticed the reason for her struggle to focus. Softly chuckling, he placed his wine glass on the table in front of them, then took hers, placing it on the table as well. His thumb never stopped tracing those maddening circles on her skin.