He watched her get out of her car and get her overnight bag from the back seat. Damn, he had missed her. Even though it had only been two days since he had seen her, it was far too long to be separated from the beautiful woman who was coming home to him. Her smile was his morning sun and her soft, sensuous body warmed his dreams. He smiled as he watched her from the kitchen window. He had spent the whole day getting ready for her return. The sheets on their bed were fresh and crisp, dinner was ready for him to serve, and he had everything ready for her bath, an evening ritual he knew she treasured.
She swung her arms joyfully as she walked, so glad to be home! Her smiling eyes greeted the house as she approached the front door. She had always told him their home was where her heart lived, always with him even when she was away.
Her key turned in the door, and he could hear her footsteps as she stepped into the house. He knew she did not expect him to be home yet, as he had been working late every evening for weeks. The anticipation of her surprised smile gave him a warm glow. He heard her set her bag on the floor and close the front door. He began walking toward the living room, knowing her routine.
She hung her coat in the closet and shut the door, then turned and bumped right into him. He reached out to steady her, then took her into his arms and kissed her. She kissed him back warmly, her body pressing eagerly against him. He pulled her tightly to him and buried his face in her neck. He breathed deeply, as if drawing in her life's essence with each breath. She smelled so sweet, the scent of her own skin combining with her perfume to make a heady aroma that was like a drug to him. He could feel himself beginning to swell. The feel of her curves pressed against him like that was so arousing. He knew he could have her now if he wanted, but he wanted to make tonight different. He wanted to take his time and show her how much he loved her, cherished her. He pulled away from her and took her by the hand. "Come," he said, "I have a surprise for you."
Her heart thrilled as she turned and bumped into him. She had thought she would be coming home to an empty house, and was so happy he was there to greet her. Every minute they were apart was another minute she felt incomplete. She leaned into him as they kissed, feeling the warmth of arousal coursing through her body. It was always like that when he kissed her that way, her heart full of love and her senses reeling with desire.
They walked into the kitchen with their arms around each other. She inhaled deeply. "It smells wonderful!" she exclaimed. "I was surprised to find you home at all, and now this!" She peeked into the covered dishes. He had prepared her favorite meal. He was always so thoughtful. She couldn't wait to find out what else he might have in store for her.
He pulled out her chair and settled her at the table. He unfolded her napkin with a flourish and laid it across her lap. "Would Madame like to see the wine list?" he asked with a teasing smile as he poured her a glass of milk. She laughed. She never drank wine, and always liked to have milk with her dinner. He delighted in knowing all her habits and rituals. He had made it his life's ambition to know everything about her. After their meal, he took her upstairs and ran her bath while she brushed her long dark hair and pinned it up. He left her to enjoy her soak while he cleaned up the kitchen.
He could hear her humming softly when he returned upstairs, and knew she was shaving her legs. He wasn't sure she even realized she did that, though she did it every time. He wondered what she was thinking that made her hum while she shaved. He liked to think perhaps it was knowing how the smooth feel of her long legs excited him when she wrapped them around him. He lit the many candles he had placed around the bedroom as he heard her get out of the bathtub, and flipped off the lights. She looked around as she stepped into the room. "How lovely!" she said.
"Yes, you are." he answered as he gazed at her, wrapped only in a towel, her skin slightly pink from the heat of the water. She had daubed on more perfume before she returned to him, and as he stepped toward her it drifted to his nostrils like a magical mist, enchanting him, arousing him. She closed the distance between them quickly and wrapped her arms around his neck, pressing her body close to him once more. He took the pins from her hair and tangled his fingers through it as it fell, watching the way it shone in the candlelight.
He kissed her gently, softly dragging his lips across her neck and shoulders. She made that little purring sound, not quite a moan, in the back of her throat. He knew she was responding to the hardness pressed against her belly. Their passion for each other always lay just under the surface, smoldering, waiting for the slightest spark to burst into a flame that demanded to be fed. She stepped back enough to unbutton his shirt, and slid her hands over his chest, her fingers playing in his light covering of chest hair, his nipples hardening at her touch. He unfastened his pants and let them fall around his ankles, his stiffness springing up. Her breath caught in her throat as her eyes fell below his waist. He was so hard already! She could see a little drop of fluid leaking from him, and she reached out and rubbed in around the velvety head of his cock. She raised her head and their eyes met. They stood for a long moment, their eyes locked together, their gaze a molten flow passing between them.