It is Friday evening and you have just picked me up from the airport. We go back to yours and I’ve noticed how quiet the house is. You tell me to go upstairs and get comfortable, you disappear into the kitchen. As I enter your room I notice how perfect you’ve made the setting, you have put up kind of darkish curtains to block out the light and have placed a few candles randomly around the room. The way the candles are shimmering has given the small space a very romantic and erotic aura.
As I get comfortable just lying about on your bed you appear in the doorway with two very chilled glasses of white wine and announce that you’ve started to run us a bath. You tell me to behave myself because the bath might overflow but neglecting your order I stand up and pull you close anyway. As our lips connect I feel a surge of excited energy rushing through my body like never before. The last five weeks had been absolute torture but now that we are together it doesn’t feel as if I had been parted from you for any longer than a full day. You put your hands on my shoulders and move me slightly away from your body, you kiss the tip of my nose you stick out your tongue while walking out the door to check on the bath.
I sit back on the bed practising my petted lip for you coming back upstairs, but you’ve sneaked back up very quietly and I haven’t heard you. You giggle at me pouting my bottom lip, walking over to me you push me back against the bed. You manoeuvre yourself on top of me and start kissing my neck ever so gently that it sends shivers up my spine. As I try to move your head so that your lips meet my own you grab hold of my arms and pin me down, whispering in my ear that if I don’t stay put you’ll stop. I do as told!