I pull up in the driveway after taking the kids to their dad's house for the weekend. I am feeling tired and drained, these encounters always affect me this way. You meet me at the door and just say "Hi," as you give me a welcome kiss and a soft caress along the length of my cheek.
The house smells wonderful as you have been busy while waiting for me to get here. You tell me, "Supper will be a little bit yet. I set up a bath for you why don't you relax for awhile?"
"Sounds wonderful, you are way to good to me." I tell you as I head for the bathroom and the tub. I leave the door open as I rid myself of my clothes and climb into the tub. Thinking of you as I slide down into water that is the perfect temperature, hot. You have come to know me so well in this last year and the things that I like. Thinking of how I can always count on you for anything without any complaints or gripes or groans from you. How you have been there for me over the past year and through all the struggles I have had, I probably would have given up long before this without your support. I think of how you have made me feel safe and secure, how you have given me a shoulder to cry on, a hug when it was needed, comfort and caring were there as well, and how you always kept my head on straight when things seemed to be spiraling out of control. I think of how much I appreciate all of this and how I just can't seem to express this to you adequately. I smile to myself when I consider just how lucky I am and how grateful I am for this last year. You peek your head in the door to let me know dinner will be ready before to much longer.
I start to get out of the tub and then you are there with a large, soft towel to wrap me in as you dry me off. You take a hold of my face and pull it close so you can kiss me softly, sweetly, running your fingers through my hair. Supper is ready and anything more must wait. You hold out your robe for me to wear. I put my arms in the sleeves as you slide it up and over my shoulders, then turning me around, closing it and tying the belt for me. You lean forward and gently run your tongue over my lips. Grabbing my hand you lead me out to the kitchen where supper is laid out on the table.
The table looks great and the food smells awesome and I let you know with a smile and a kiss. I just can't resist running my fingers over your beard along your jawline. We sit down to eat, the pork chops off the grill are wonderful (your favorite), and you made my favorite fried potatoes to go with them. You make me feel so special. When supper is done, we clean up the table and dishes together.
You grab me and pull me close for a deep kiss, licking my lips and sucking my tongue into your mouth. I melt into your arms, molding my body against yours. Pressing my hips into yours as I run my fingers through your beard, wanting to feel even closer to you. I run my hands over your shoulders, across your back and down to your ass. I just love to feel your ass in my hands. So tight and firm, it just feels so nice. You suggest moving this up to the bedroom and I readily agree.
Once upstairs you remove my robe, pull back the covers, and cover me up. Then you proceed to undress yourself and I watch your every move with hungry eyes.
