It's late, the kids are all asleep, and I'm in our bedroom on top of the bed, binge-watching the last few episodes of Criminal Minds. You were out with your team on another one of your work dinners, so I had a little time to kill.
I only have my bedside lamp on; the rest of the room is dark. I feel my eyes wanting to close, but just before I even get a chance to pick up the remote, I see your headlights shining through the bedroom window as you turn into the driveway. I smile to myself, wondering how I ever got to be so lucky to be married to someone like you.
I wait a few minutes, knowing you'll be padding around quietly downstairs before coming up to the bedroom. But you're there quicker than I thought.
"Hey babe, how was it?"
"Oh, it was so much fun! The food was amazing, and I'm going to have to take you back there. You'll absolutely love it."
"Come sit down and tell me all about it; I'll rub your shoulders for you."
"Oh, would you please? I'd love that right now; I feel so tight around there; it's been a big week at work."
I think you're the most beautiful woman in the world, but of course, I'm highly biased in that regard. What can't be debated, though, is your fashion sense. You have an extensive wardrobe (too extensive if I'm being honest!) and impeccable taste in clothing. Tonight, you wore a black off-the-shoulder crop top with flowers on it and a white skirt that came halfway up your thighs, showing off those beautiful long legs that happen to be my favourite part of you. You had fantastic black heels on that really helped to shape those legs...I could look at them all day long.
I position a few pillows behind me, wedging them between the headboard and my back, so I can sit up straight, with my legs both open straight out in front of me. You take your shoes off and come over and jump up onto the bed with your back to me, landing right between my legs, and then scoot back until you're pressed up against me. You turn your head to the side and say, "Hey babe", as I lean forward and kiss you over your shoulder. As I kiss you, I put both my hands on your shoulders and press my thumbs into your back, and you moan into my mouth and pull away, saying, "ooooh babe, that feels sooooo good."
I smile and say, "Tell me about tonight."
For the next 20 minutes, you tell me all about the dinner, all the juicy office gossip, and some hilarious stories. We're both laughing at times, which makes it hard for me to stay on task! But stay on task I do, kneading my thumbs and fingers into your shoulders and back, feeling out the tight knots and doing my best to get rid of them.
Finally, you say, "Babe, you have no idea how much I needed this; thank you."
I reply, "Well, actually, I did know because I know you better than you know yourself. And I love nothing more than making you feel good. And speaking of making you feel good..."
My words trail off as I lean forward and kiss you at the base of your neck and shoulder. You moan instantly, "Mmmmm." You tilt your head to the side slightly as I kiss my way along your shoulder and back, then up your neck, stopping to nibble and lick your ear just a little. I hear you whisper, "oh yeah, that's so nice."
I kiss around the back of your neck and over to the other side and repeat what I've just done, except this time I bring my left hand around to cup your boob through your shirt. My right-hand slips its way into the waistband of your skirt and between your legs which you part for me immediately. I now have my mouth and tongue on your neck, kneading a boob in one hand and using the other to rub my fingers over your panty-covered pussy.
I whisper into your ear, "you like that baby?"