He pushed her gently through the open door, making sure that her eyes were completely covered. Manoeuvring her through the small apartment, he ushered her into the dimly-lit bathroom and closed the door behind them.
“Open”, he said, uncovering her eyes. He watched her blink several times as her eyes adjusted to the change of lighting, and then watched as she broke out in a wide smile. She threw her arms around him and pressed her lips firmly against his.
“Happy birthday, sweetheart.”
“You are the BEST boyfriend in the world, did you know that?” She kissed him again and then looked around their small bathroom. There were candles everywhere, the flames creating flickering patterns on the white tiled walls. Rose petals had been scattered all over the floor, and the tub was full with steaming water and frothy bubbles.
“That’s not all.” He winked and opened one of the cabinets, emerging seconds later with two glasses and a bottle of champagne in an ice bucket. He popped the cork and poured, handing a glass over to her. She took it gladly and sipped, savouring the crisp taste and the feel of the bubbles against her tongue.
“Well, you have thought of everything!”
He smiled, and took the glass out of her hands. Cupping her face in his hands, he kissed her softly, tasting the champagne on her lips. Pulling away, he looked at her face; the beautiful brown eyes, the well sculpted bone structure, and the full, pouty pink mouth. He had fallen in love with those features over two years ago, and never tired of seeing them. With slow, well-practised hands, he began to undress her; uncovering the body that, despite having seen hundreds of times before, still thrilled him. He unbuttoned her white shirt, letting it fall to the tiled floor and then, after removing her shoes, slid off her jeans. He stepped back, away from her, drinking in every inch of her slim body now encased only in a lacy white bra and matching thong.
“What are you staring at?”
“I don’t know, but it’s sexy as hell.”
She smiled, her lips parting to reveal straight white teeth. “How about if I took this off?” She traced the material of her bra with one finger; running it lightly over a nipple. She met his gaze and ran her tongue over her lower lip slowly. Hooking a thumb under each strap, she lowered them down her arms, until her breasts threatened to spill out over the edges of the cups. Removing her arms from the straps, she held the flimsy garment against her breasts, grinning as she teased him.
“Hey, who’s birthday is it? Yours or mine?”
She laughed at his little joke and kissed him again as he moved closer. His hands moved slowly up and down her back, finally resting at the fastening of her bra. With ease, he snapped it open and felt it slip down between their bodies to join the rest of her clothes on the floor. He pulled her closer, feeling her breasts crush against his chest. He slid his hands down her back again, letting them rest on the swell of her buttocks. He gave them a playful squeeze and laughed as she protested loudly. He hooked his fingers into the soft waistband of her thong and pulled down, allowing her to help him with their removal. Satisfied that his woman was completely naked, once again he stepped away and looked at her.
She rolled her eyes and crossed the bathroom. Grabbing an elastic hair band, she gathered up her long dark hair and tied it up in a loose knot on the top of her head. She picked up her glass of champagne and took another sip, eying her boyfriend over the rim of her glass. “Well, what next?”
He didn’t answer for a second, his attention was directed elsewhere. His gaze travelled the whole length of her body. Her small delicate feet, her toenails painted a deep red. Her long, slim, lightly-tanned legs and smooth slender thighs. Her womanly hips and flat, toned stomach. He allowed himself a while longer when his gaze rested on her breasts. Perfect; not too big, yet full and firm. They had yet to show a single trace of aging, sitting pert and proud topped with pink nipples that were not quite erect. He pried his eyes away and continued the ascent of his journey of her body; up over her delicate collarbone, up her long slim neck, finally stopping again at her lovely oval face. He crossed the room to her, and took her hand in his. He helped her step into the large deep bath tub, and knelt down beside it as she settled down.
“Aren’t you coming in with me?”
“No, you just enjoy it.”
“I’d enjoy it more if you were in here with me,” she said, but looked as if she didn’t care either way. She lay back, luxuriating in the bubbles, her glass of champagne held loosely in the hand that she kept dangling over the side of the tub. She closed her eyes and smiled as she heard soft music begin to play. Chris DeBurgh’s Lady in Red. She raised her leg and wiggled her toes, showing him her painted toenails. She heard him laugh, and giggled herself; mainly at his choice of cheesy love song.
He listened as she sang along, slightly off-key. Laughing, he reached out and stroked her soft hair, brushing aside the strands that had escaped from captivity. He got to his feet and leant down to kiss her forehead. “Come into the bedroom when you’re done in here, I have another surprise for you.” He left the room, ignore her excited questioning.
He only had to wait five minutes until he heard the bathroom door open and the sound of damp feet padding along the hallway. He smiled at her impatience and sat down on the edge of their double bed. He watched the door as it opened and she slipped inside, her beautiful face lighting up as she drank in her surroundings. Every flat surface was cluttered with candles which made the walls, painted a deep red, seem to glow. She ran over to the window where two dozen red and white roses were artfully arranged in a crystal vase.
“God, I love you, you gorgeous man!”
She ran across the room, wrapping her bath towel tighter around her body and jumped onto his lap, causing them both to be sent sprawling backwards. She covered his mouth with her own and kissed him deeply, her hands finding their way to his dark blonde curls. Her damp body, still encased in an even damper towel, was pressed hard against him; their legs entangled.
“Hey! You’re making me all wet!”
