Your eyes are covered by his hands as he gently leads you up the stairs. You're obviously going to your bedroom, but you have no idea how he has set it up for tonight. "I wanna see!" you squeal in excitement, but he softly laughs and kisses the back of your neck.
When you're at the doorway, the faint scent of vanilla tickles your nose, and you find out why when he uncovers your eyes and says, "OK, babe." You look to see the dimmed room aglow with slim ivory-colored candles, their flickering flames leaving brilliant shadows on the walls. The bedsheet is covered with a blanket of rose petals, like a soap opera love scene.
It's so sweet how he's gone to the effort of making everything cozy. You turn to face him and his adorable smile and ask, "Aren't you just a softie?"
"I'd say that's a rather personal question, madam," he quips but lovingly, and pulls you close so the tips of your noses touch.
He looks wonderful up close, in the candlelight. You kiss him deeply and let yourself relax in his arms.
"Mmm..." He moans against your lips and his hands begin rubbing smooth lines up and down your back. Your clothes feel like they could melt away under his touch; he knows exactly what pleases you and does it with no questions asked.
"So warm," he murmurs as if reading your mind. He presses wet kisses by your ear and gently tugs at your skirt until it puddles at your feet. Blindly you paw at his shirt with one hand and undo the buttons as you feel them, touching his skin as it's exposed, stroking his flat stomach. He smiles against you and chuckles in sweet satisfaction. Every moment this is drawn out makes the end so much more pleasurable.
He pulls away your blouse and lifts you to wrap your legs around his waist. You both laugh in love, but the laughs soon turn to moans when he begins kissing along your collarbone and chest. You clench your legs and shiver, but certainly not because of being cold, the warmth of his skin against yours is hotter than what any candle can burn.
You bow your head to watch him keep kissing, his eyes closed and pink mouth wet. As you tremble against his body, you wonder if the desire building at his core is as strong as yours. The answer is received when he lifts his head to look you in the eye. The red in his face speaks plenty.
He sets you down again (the pressing of your bodies together indeed confirming he's as excited as you) and you both slowly begin to peel away the rest of each other's clothes. You rest your head in the crook of his neck to lick and kiss while you take your time removing his slacks and shorts; you just can't keep your hands off him. His breathy moans and sighs are the perfect encouragement.
