It's finally Friday, we've worked our asses off all week. I've so been looking forward to spending time with you. Friday night, let's order in, we can have a few drinks and unwind. We can enjoy each others company, maybe watch a movie, listen to music, whatever let's just be together.
Sure we're together every night, but we don't have to be anywhere this weekend. No commitments, no early morning rushing to get ready. Just the two of us, up to whatever naughty things we desire. Sure we need to get some chores done, that can happen Saturday afternoon. Saturday night we can go out for dinner and drinks. We can dress up, you know I love your gorgeous smile in everything you wear. But there's something about you in that black dress with the heels. Your reddish blond hair made to perfection. Your petite frame, amazing breasts and perfect ass. You know it all makes my heart skip a beat. All the guys in the restaurant forget about their spouses for a minute. I'm the guy with you. That makes me lucky. We can be romantic. I can tell you how much I love you. How happy I am to spend the rest of my life with you. How happy you make me with just a little kiss. God it's amazing to be in love with such a beautiful amazing person.
Sunday we can lay around all day. We can be lazy, sleep in and cuddle. Have mimosa with a late breakfast. Slow morning sex is always amazing with you. Our bodies relaxed, yet turned on. Neither of us have enough energy to go all out, it's slow sensual love making. My favorite kind.
Back to Friday night. We just ordered dinner and poured ourselves a drink. It's an old fashioned with some damn tasty bourbon for me. A damn strong margarita for you. I love when you drink tequila.
We're both relaxed sitting on the couch. We've changed out of our work clothes. You're in sweats and a tshirt, my favorite thing for you to wear by the way. I'm in basketball shorts and a tshirt. The fireplace is on. We've got our favorite songs playing throughout the house. We give cheers to each other before we take a drink. I lean in for a kiss. I love the feel of your lips on mine. I tell you that all too often, but it's true. Your lips are soft and sensual the perfect amount of tenderness and passion. The kiss gets longer and a bit more intense. Our tongues intermingling, tasting each other. I could kiss you for days. My hand goes to the back of your head. Stroking your jaw line as the passion intensifies.
Whenever we kiss like that my heart rate increases. You accuse me of a look. It's a look of passion and need. You drive me absolutely crazy. I move my lips to your neck. Kissing and nibbling as my hand traces up and down your side. From your hip all the way up to the side of your breast and back. Slowly tracing as my nibbles move up to you ear. I kiss then suck on your ear lobe. I can feel you hold your breath as my hand traces down under your tshirt. Across your abdomen. Teasing that spot just below your belly button. You're ticklish there, but it also makes you moan. I love to make you moan.