The time was ticking, and Jasper waited for it to tick to exactly seven o'clock. This was when he could expect her to arrive, give or take, and he could feel his pulse quicken all over his body. He was dying to see his wife.
He'd thought of her all day at work, and knew he wanted to make tonight special for her.
He settled into the sofa and opened himself a ginger ale. He turned on the latest show he'd been bingeing alone, heavens forbid he watch something he and his wife had started together.
Meanwhile, Lucia was wiping down counters as she closed the bakery for the evening. She hummed to herself as she wondered what the special would be the next morning. Baking was tireless work, really, and almost all of her thoughts were of: shipments, recipes, media, displays, and an even longer list that could go on for hours. She looked up from the sink and could see herself in the reflection of the stainless steel refrigerators across the kitchen. Her hair was up, and her hands were now free of the thick flour-sugar-baking powder dusting.
She removed her apron, and smoothed her shirt down. Grabbing the small box on the counter, she locked the door in a twirl and drove home to Jasper.
"Honey, I brought you something!" she called, expecting him to round the corner, "it's a new thing I'm trying. I think it's lighter, and the flavors are kind of... sexy," when he did not come out, she finished stripping off her work clothes.
She walked down the hall to the bathroom, which was vacant. She stopped there, too. She let down her hair, and admired herself in the underwear she had on. It was a simple t-shirt bra and a matching lace pair of panties, but she thought the black made her look serious and alluring.
Jasper could hardly breathe. He lay on the bed, naked, waiting for her to come to the room. Why in God's name was she stopping in every part of the house? He could not wait to touch her, taste her, and smell her. Seeing, he decided, could wait. He tied the blindfold around his head, making sure he could not see through or below it. A quiet fell over the house. He couldn't hear the footfall as Lucia had removed her shoes.
"Look at you, my love," she said, sweetly. Her scent hit him first. He remembered fondly when he'd gifted her this perfume, and what happened after. This, combined with the memory, sent chills down his spine. There was a sense of anticipation hanging in the air. Lucia was not sure what to do with this control, and she thought of how she could leverage the opportunity. Jasper loved when she thought that she had the upper hand. There wasn't a dominant bone in her body, but perhaps it was coursing through her veins just then.
"Look at me?" his voice was low. "I wish I could look at you."
"Why don't you then, Jas?" Lucia punctuated the question with a soft finger across his chest, down his stomach. To hear her speak even part of his name was to hear a waterfall.
"I want to let you play, sight unseen," he said, returning the touch. His finger trailed up her arm, then dropped at her shoulder. She wanted his fingers to dip into her, already. "Why don't you start," he said, grabbing her hand "here."
Her left hand was on his solid member, a feeling that Jasper anticipated but had still made him jump. She wrapped her hand around it, but just barely. She stroked the air, more than his throbbing cock.
"Wow, you are so subtle," she giggled and moved her hands to his face, straddling him. The cool air was replaced by a warm, damp lace. There was his heartbeat, again. She smiled, then began rotating her hips against him. She pressed her forehead to his, and kissed his lips. Her chest felt as though it would begin heaving any minute. The kiss began gentle, then his tongue darted into her mouth. She sucked the tip and it began an aggressive dance. Jasper broke the kiss.
"You taste like... rum?"
"Yes, I was - wait! We can make a game of this!" Lucia jumped off of him, and the sudden absence of her made Jasper groan aloud. Again, he lay on the bed, naked, waiting for her. This time he was blindfolded to boot.
"Okay," said Lucia, slowly taking her position again. "I want you to let me feed this to you. Every time you guess an ingredient right, you will be rewarded. When you get something wrong, you'll be punished," he felt the cold of a small plate on his chest. Lucia started to grind against him again. "Are you ready?"
"I'm not sure," Jasper said, and Lucia's gyration stopped. "Oh that's not fair!" She used her index finger to collect some of the frosting.
"Stick your tongue out a bit," so he did, playfully.
"I am trying to be sexy, Jasper,"
"You ow thetxy, Luthia," he said, tongue still half out. She plunged her finger into his mouth. He made a show of licking his lips for her.
"Do you need another taste?"
