As the sunlight beamed through the curtains a sliver of light rested on my sweet baby's face. Rolling over, the thoughts of her lying there beside him always made his heart beat faster. Every morning he knew she waited for his touch. How he loved pulling her close, wrapping his arms around her, feeling her velvet skin against his chest. She gave into his every embrace. How he loved running his hands down her side, over her hips, nonchalantly touching her ass before taking her legs and placing them over his. He would listen for her breath, that sudden intake as she awaited his fingers to brush slightly against her pussy. Everything about this woman thrilled him. Her smell, touch, taste. He almost would lose control just by feeling her wetness with his fingertips. He loved the way she arched her back as one finger brushed against her clit and the other slid deep inside her, giving her what her body was telling him she needed. Her soft moans would gently caress the air and he knew his tantalizing touches were bringing her very close to pure pleasure. Nothing pleased him more then watching her body react to his every touch.
Reaching for her his eyes came open, his heart started pounding for another reason. The spot that she laid in was empty. She never left the bed early without whispering "Good morning baby, I love you." Was it the disagreement they had last night? No it couldn't be. They had talked through it and made love for hours before falling asleep in each other's arms. They had made a pledge a long time ago never to go to bed upset with each other. As his eyes focused on the pillow, there laid a tiny yellow paper. Without touching it he could the smell sweet perfume of his lover. Smiling to himself he brought it up to his nose before reading it.
"My darling, shower and meet me in the kitchen, NAKED" was in big bold letters. At that point he couldn't get out of bed fast enough and into the shower. His sweet lady always astonished him, bringing happiness into his life. Hearing the shower start she knew she didn't have much time. Everything had to be perfect. She had been waiting for the right moment. Looking in the mirror she licked her lips and got ready.
Not drying off completely he slowly walked towards the kitchen. His feet wanted to run but he knew she would be waiting, anticipation building in her and he was going to make her wait, punish her in a good way for not being in bed with him. As he entered the kitchen his eyes feasted on his exquisite creature. There before his eyes sat his darling girlfriend on top of the table. She was slightly leaning back, her ass on the edge of the table and her legs slightly opened with each foot on the arm of the chair in front of her. She was wearing the silk nightdress that he loved the most. It was so low cut in the front it was a wonder her beautiful voluptuous breasts could stay in. The top part had an animal print and the bottom was see-through black sheer that hugged her waist and fell sensually to the floor. This nightdress was made for her and only her. She had the long gown pulled up to her hips, just enough to begin to reveal her sweet valley of love. He loved the way she looked up at him, running her tongue along her bottom lip and biting gently down on it. And those eyes, God those eyes told him everything he wanted or needed to know.
