My Birthday Surprise

I don’t usually make a fuss about my birthday, so I had no plans for any kind of celebration of the event. Jay, however, decided otherwise, and planned a wonderful surprise this weekend while the boys were at their dads’ for Thanksgiving weekend.

I came home to a note on the door to meet him at his place, where there was a fire in the fireplace, gifts waiting on a blanket by the fire, dinner in the oven, a beautiful holiday bouquet of flowers on the dining room table and an evening that was special beyond my wildest dreams.

Despite the attention I typically decline around my birthday, I was absolutely thrilled to be there! He greeted me with a huge hug and a fantastic kiss – long, slow, deep and so passionate that it melted me against the wall just inside the door. He was waiting in only an apron – OMG!!! – and he put me in a hot lavender bubble bath, then dressed me in only one of his white dress shirts.

After dinner, he took me by the hand and led me to the fireplace, where he sat me on a blanket and gave me my gifts. The first was a bottle of my favorite body spray and a matching tube of body lotion. The second was a beautiful silver necklace and matching earrings. And, finally, a painting he had done for me of a couple cuddling in bed, perfectly matched to the colors in my bedroom.

Seeing his art and knowing he had taken so much time to surprise me nearly brought me to tears, but he gently cupped my face in his hands and whispered that he had something special in mind for the remainder of the night. I know Jay keeps his word, so that promise aroused not only my curiosity but also triggered my sexual excitement. And that excitement was cranked up a few more notches when he added, “But for it to work well, you will have to agree to do exactly as I ask you, no matter how strange it may seem.”

“Of course, Baby,” I said. “You know I can’t refuse you, especially knowing that you’ve taken so much time and effort to make me feel so special for my birthday.”

“You ARE special, not just on your birthday but every day,” he quickly responded, “and I’m going to spend every day of the rest of my life to prove that to you.”

“You’re so swee…” 

He placed a finger to my lips and gave me a mischievous grin.

With that, he began unbuttoning my shirt, and when he finished, he asked me to lay on my stomach and relax by the fire. I saw him reach for the bottle of lotion he had just given me, and I heard the top snap open. Then I felt his strong hands pressing into my neck and shoulders… down my back… to my legs… and finally returning to my ass. He then asked me to roll over… and gave me the same slow, incredible massage across my breasts, stomach, legs… coming within inches of my now hungry pussy.

Combined with the sight of him in nothing but an apron, the massage increased the level of my curiosity and the anticipation of exactly what it was that he had in mind for us for the remainder of the night. I began to wonder if he had even noticed that I was dripping wet… but I didn’t have to wonder long.

After retrieving a pillow from the sofa, he propped my hips up with the pillow and laid down between my legs, giving me another incredible session of oral sex. He started by gently kissing every inch of me… moved on to licking the entire length of my pussy lips and teasing my clit… then moved on to sucking and gently nibbling me until he saw the muscles in my stomach tighten and my heels press into his thighs. He lifted his head just long enough to smile at me, then slipped a finger inside me and returned to massage my clit with his talented mouth and tongue. He didn’t stop until I had climaxed three times, eventually screaming for him to stop when I felt like my body wouldn’t stop convulsing.

“Happy birthday, Baby,” he said with a smile, through my juices glimmering off of his cheeks and chin.

“Oh my god,” I muttered, still trying to catch my breath.

“Relax, Beautiful,” he said, removing his apron and curling up next to me on the blanket by the fire.

I felt his erection against my ass and I tried to reach back and hold it, but Jay took my hand, curled up closer to me and whispered, “No, tonight is all about celebrating you.” I tried to hide the happy tears that followed such a sweet sentiment, but, as always, this incredible man noticed and brushed every tear aside with his fingertips or kisses. “Baby, please don’t cry. I know you’re uncomfortable with all of this attention, but I want you to know – tonight and always – that you deserve nothing less than my very best. So, please relax, enjoy the night, and let me spoil you. Please!?”

I lost it. I know I was smiling ear-to-ear, but I couldn’t stop the tears. I had never heard anything so sweet, nor had I ever felt closer to anyone. Jay, meanwhile, never missed a tear… climbing across me to lay face-to-face and, again, catching every tear with a fingertip or gentle kisses. He was understanding, he was patient… he was, again, my dream come true.

When I finally calmed down, and only after he had dried every tear, he said, “Now, if you’re okay, I have to go get another surprise for you.”

“I’m okay, Baby,” I said. “Than…”

“Shhhh,” he interrupted. “Thank you for opening your amazing heart to me.”

“I love you soooo much,” he added with a kiss. “Be right back.”

As he walked away – now completely naked, so I could see EVERY LOVING INCH OF HIM!!! – I again felt the rising sense of anticipation of what was to come… and, in the few seconds he was gone, my pussy returned to “ready” condition. So, when he returned, I didn’t know if it was my eyes or my legs that were open wider.

Jay returned with a full-length, black silk Victoria’s Secret nightgown, one I had seen and mentioned to him months before, sure he would forget about it. It was absolutely beautiful – full cups to support my breasts, tapered at the hips to show off my ass and slit from toe to waist to show of my legs… all of which he noted aloud as he slipped my final birthday gift on me.

“I can’t believe you remembered,” I told him.

“How could I ever forget?” he asked. “The image of you in this gown was breathtaking when you mentioned it, but that was nothing compared to the sight of you actually in it tonight.”

“Come here,” he said, standing up and offering me his hand.

We walked hand-in-hand across the living room to the entertainment center, where Jay lit several candles and turned on the CD player… and, turning back to face me, asked if I wanted to dance. As my eyes again welled with tears, I nodded… and we danced to several songs, holding each other close, kissing and looking deeply into each others’ eyes… all the while, Jay was exploring every inch of my body through my new silk gown.

When I could no longer take the combination of what his skilful fingers were doing to me, along with his scent, his taste, and the upper echelon of emotions following this mind-boggling evening, I asked him to take me to bed and make love to me. He nodded, scooped me into his arms and carried me into the bedroom. 

What followed was the most amazing, most romantic oral and love-making session of my life to this point – Jay was patient, tender, complete, adoring AND fulfilling (I think I came 4-5 times, with mini-quakes in between a couple)… And, when we finished, Jay went to the bathroom for a warm towel, cleaned me... put me back in my new silk gown… and curled up against my back, where he stayed, with me in his arms, all night! 

Kissing me goodnight on my neck and shoulders, my magnificent man leaned to my ear and whispered, “Happy birthday, Beautiful!”

It was, indeed!!!

TMI Tuesday Wednesday

1. Commando: Sexy or disgusting? Do you have a "best" commando story?

I love -- no, LOVE -- going commando!  As for my best commando story, my fiance, Jay, loves me to go commando as well, so I often do it now when we go out, and several times that's led to a lot of fun in nightclubs, bars or other dimly-lit hangouts (see previous post about Karaoke).

2. Foreplay: Is there such a thing as too much?

Up to this point in my life, sex had been ho-hum, but Jay has introduced me to the difference between love-making and sex -- and the greatest difference is foreplay.  So, I love it and cannot get enough!  No such thing as too much!

3. Oral sex: Good if you are getting? Good is you are giving? Equally ewwwww?

LOVE to give... LOVE to receive... Equally YUMMMMM!!!

4. Orgasm: Is one per night enough or does the first one just get your motor running?

One is never enough.  In fact, I'm to the point now where one simply gets me warmed up.  With Jay, I like climaxing again and again and again, until I beg him to stop and allow the muscles in my body some time to relax.

5. Morning sex: "Oh hell yes!", "Well if I have, too." or "Just get in the shower and go to work."

"Oh, hell yes!!!"  Every chance we get, Jay and I start the day off right!

Bonus (as in optional): Have you ever had anonymous sex? Have you ever had an orgasm without at least knowing your partner's last name?

Never had anonymous sex and never had sex with someone I didn't know.

His Favorite Color

Because Jay surprised me on Wednesday with a wonderful evening,

I decided to do the same for him on Friday,

after he finished broadcasting his high school football game.

I sent the boys away to their dads' for the weekend,

prepared his favorite dinner (spaghetti)...

dressed in his favorite color (Carolina blue)...

and waited on the sofa in my t-shirt and thong.

He was so happy to see me when he got home that we skipped dinner,

took these photos and then made mad, passionate love (like wild animals)!!!

Then we had dinner... and repeated the paragraph above!!!

A Welcome Surprise

With the boys at an after-school activity,

my fantastic fiance surprised me with a hot lavender bubble bath,

surrounded by candles,

and fed me dinner when I came home from work Wednesday!!!

Soooooooo romantic!!!

And that led to ...

A good doggie-style banging,

with a little light hair tugging

and my weekly spanking!

It was a GREAT evening!!!!!

TMI Tuesday

1. Can you tell when your lover is close to having an orgasm? How can you tell? What are the signs?

Yes, because I can feel the head of his perfect penis swelling inside me.  And, sometimes he will ask me what I want because he knows I LOVE TO TASTE HIM!

2. Ladies have you ever seen YOUR g-spot? Men have you actually seen the g-spot?

Um, no.

3. Which sexual position do you find most stimulating?
a. missionary
b. woman on top, facing man
c. doggy style
d. other – tell us about it

I like climbing on top and facing him for a lot of reasons, but I also enjoy all of the other positions as well.  However, you left off my favorite -- 69!!!

4. When you orgasm, are you:
a. silent
b. make a little noise
c. yell out!

Depends on how I've been stimulated and how long I've had to wait.

5. A lover orgasms quickly, way before you are even close to having an orgasm. Do you stop the sex once he/she has had an orgasm or do you continue sexual play so you can orgasm too?

With Jay, this never happens.  He ALWAYS takes care of me first!!!

Bonus: On average, when you masturbate how long does it take to reach orgasm?
a. Less than 3 minutes
b. 3 – 5 minutes
c. 5 – 10 minutes
d. more than 10 minutes

Again, with Jay and His love to please me, I don't have to do this much... and because of Jay's success at pleasing me, it usually takes me awhile to do it myself because I'm accustomed to His touch.

The Backyard Show

Last weekend, my fiance was working at a vacant house near a local college campus doing some technology work. The house is located near several dormitories -- boys, girls and co-ed -- and has been purchased by the school for students. To surprise him -- I thought -- I went by after putting in some overtime on Saturday, when we had beautiful fall weather.
 
Since the house was empty, and the backyard was fenced in, I decided to lay out on the lower deck to get a little sun before winter and cold temperatures set in. From an upstairs window, Jay noticed that some of the boys were looking out their windows, enjoying the view I was apparently giving them. I had removed my skirt and blouse, and slipped my arms out of my bra so I wouldn’t have tan lines from the straps… and that was apparently all the college co-eds needed.

My fiancé had been working inside, but when he finished, he came out to sit by me for awhile before the sun set and before heading home. He had been to the car and retrieved some sunscreen from his soccer refereeing bag, and with his incredible hands helped me put lotion on my legs… stomach… and chest… before removing my bra and rubbing lotion on my breasts.
 
After he told me about the students watching, I wasn’t sure I wanted to put on a show, but Jay quickly told me he would make me forget about that… returning to his car to retrieve a couple of pieces of rope, which he uses as tie-downs for the luggage rack.
 
He then tied my hands to the frame of the lounge chair by my sides, telling me how nice I looked in that position, all shiny from the sunscreen. I have to admit, I did feel sexy laying there – warm and exposed for my man!
 
I then turned my head to look at one of the dorms, and saw a young man leave… and return with a couple of his friends. Then another window filled… then another… then another… A short time later, nearly every window was nearly full of stunned but enthusiastic faces.
 
I just relaxed and enjoyed my man and my sun… feeling somewhat accustomed to being tied up and exposed like that… knowing that I'd get released only when this magnificent man of mine had pleasured me beyond my expectations.
 
Apparently Jay could tell I was getting a bit turned on (my nipples were erect), because he went back to rubbing lotion on my legs… getting closer and closer and closer to my pussy. He couldn’t get much closer without lifting my hips and removing my thong, and I began to wonder if he would strip me naked in front of our “crowd” of onlookers.
 
I got wet just thinking about it, so I dug my heels into the lounger and lifted my butt so he could remove my panties. He immediately followed my lead, removing my thong and laying it beside the chair with one hand, as he began to finger my pussy lips and tease my clit with the other.
 
I don’t think either of us even thought about the dorm rooms after that… as this incredibly loving man used his hands, his mouth and tongue, and his love-making skills to bring me to three amazing orgasms. On each, I dug in my feet, arched my back, clawed my nails into his shoulders and back… and thoroughly enjoyed each mind-blowing quiver. Jay just smiled as he calmed me and watched each shudder work its way through my body.
 
As he untied me, gathered my clothes and led me to the house, we noticed that nearly all of the windows in the surrounding dorms were full -- of young men and young women -- some of whom had binoculars (and probably phone cameras and camcorders, as I think about it now).
 
When we got home, I fixed dinner… took a hot bubble bath… asked him to rub my favorite body lotion all over me again… and we repeated the process -- including a clean-up blowjob -- in the privacy of our bedroom… where I eventually collapsed with my head on his chest… and fell asleep.

A Showstopper During Karaoke

My fiancé and I went out to Applebees last week for karaoke night -- but by the end of the night I left wondering if all eyes were on me rather than the stage.  We started with drinks and appetizers ... then moved on to drinks and dinner ... and then moved on to drinks ... As a small woman with a low tolerance of alcohol, toooooo many drinks.

I lost my inhibitions and, without even thinking about it, I used my body to slide him to the back of the booth we were sharing and cuddled my back up against his chest.  Then, in the somewhat dark corner, I took his hand in mine and slipped it under my loose-cut cotton blouse and placed it on my breast.  He didn't seem to mind leaving his drink for my breasts, as he began to gently tease my nipples through my bra.  When he felt them harden under his sensational touch, he carefully unsnapped the front clasp in my bra and continued to tease my nipples.

As the waitress appeared to begin to wonder what we were up to, I slowly began to slide my hand between my thighs.  Now, I'm not one for masturbation, especially with a magnificent man doing his thing to me just inches away, but ... tooo many drinks!  When I began to arch my back so I could make my strokes more penetrating, my fiancé noticed the pressure to his chest changing and glanced around my neck and shoulders to see what I was up to.  Almost before I even noticed, his other hand came around my side and gently slid inside the waistband of my skirt.  He chuckled and kissed my neck when he felt how soaking wet I already was, and he told me he wanted me to kiss him when I got ready to scream.

His hands have always been gentle and sooooo completely satisfying, touching me in amazing ways in all of the spots that drive me crazy ever since the first time he touched me.  However, with just a little bit of my input, he has become a master at pleasing me.  So, needless to say, it wasn't long before I grabbed the back of his head with my hand, tilted my head back to meet his and inhaled his tongue into my mouth as every muscle in my legs and stomach tightened for the most amazing public orgasm I've ever had.  It wouldn't stop -- with every touch, with every stroke, with every gentle thrust inside me, a new wave seemed to flood over me.

After removing his hand, he made me clean his fingers with my mouth and tongue, while he took a drink of his Captain Morgan and Diet Pepsi -- all while looking me dead in the eyes.  I smiled ear-to-ear, grabbed his cock from the outside of his khaki shorts, and told him I wanted a chance to “clean” him.  He nodded approvingly ... but told me I would have to wait until the ride home.

He then proceeded to give me five more opportunities to clean his fingers.  He had me so crazy, I wanted to fuck him right there in the booth ... He must have read my mind, ordering me to unzip his shorts, release his "perfect penis" (that's what I call it because it fits my hands, my mouth and my vagina perfectly!!!), and lifting me into his lap.  Then, after lifting the back of my skirt and moving my thong to the side, I was doing two of my favorite things in the world -- sitting on a great cock and listening to music.

After two more orgasms, we decided to head home… "Head" being the key word in that sentence.  Right, ladies!?  A man satisfies us and puts our needs first -- THAT MANY TIMES!!!! -- deserves some road-head! ... and my man got just that.  In fact, I'm not sure we were out of the parking lot by the time I had him in the back of my throat ... and I'm sure we weren't too far out of town before he asked if I was ready ... and, with a muffled "umm,hmmm" as his reply, he gave me my favorite dessert!  After cleaning every inch of him, and carefully sliding him back inside his shorts, I sat back into my reclined bucket seat, thinking I would chill the remaining few minutes it would take us to get home. 

Fortunately, my fiancé had other plans.  He immediately lifted my skirt and began teasing me with his fingers again -- and again he made me cum insanely in just minutes.  With my entire body shaking and me gasping for breath, he asked if I was ready to cap our night.

With my affirmative answer, he then drove past the house and took a back road up one of the nearby mountains.  After pulling into a secluded “parking” spot with a beautiful view of the Valley lights at night, he helped me out of the car (which he prefers as a gentleman).  He then popped open the trunk on his Altima and pulled out a large blanket and a bottle of champagne.  In minutes, I was naked, laying on the blanket under the stars, listening to our favorite music from the car, feeling the warm, gentle breeze, and having champagne licked off of my lips, my neck, my breasts, my ass and my pussy lips…

It was a night of dreams, which ended with this wonderful man carrying me into the house and into the bedroom… and making love to me one more time… before I crashed and fell asleep with my head on his chest!

A ‘Porthole’ Full of Opportunity

I was leaning out the bedroom window talking to a neighbor last Friday evening, so I didn’t notice when my fiancé got home. He did, however, make me immediately aware of his presence.
 
The curtains were closed, hanging at my sides as I chatted, and only my ass –- in his favorite athletic shorts –- and legs emerged from between them. He said later that the “presentation” and the fact that the thick cloth prevented our unknowing neighbor from seeing anything were too great to resist.
 
I didn’t even know he was home until I felt his finger tips slip into the sides of my shorts and begin to slide them to my feet. I was a little startled, but Ms. Miller didn’t appear to see my slight jump and she continued to talk… so, eager to see what this magnificent man had in mind, I subtly shifted my weight and lifted each foot so he could remove my shorts completely.
 
I then felt him part my feet -– which spread my legs -- and I felt his breath on the backs of my legs as he started kissing his way from my heels to my ass… taking a tantalizing amount of time on each leg. I was, literally, getting weak in the knees, and, by the time his lips and tongue finally reached my pussy, I was already dripping wet. After teasing my pussy lips from behind, and feeling me pressing back against him in an attempt to get him deeper and closer to my clit, he sat in the floor, his hips between my feet, and carefully slid his head and shoulders between my legs… where he began to kiss, lick and tease my clit, pussy and vagina.
 
His tongue was magic, and he only chuckled when I put my hand on his forehead and pushed him away after two incredible orgasms, the latter of which nearly knocked me off my feet. He continued to chuckle as he got back to his feet, parted my pussy lips from behind, and slowly began to slide his perfect penis inside me. Again he moved very, very slowly, so as not to alert Ms. Miller, but in no time had me cumming again. I just couldn’t fight feeling the tip of his cock slowly slipping in and out of me… only to feel my inner walls stretching as he pressed every inch inside me. Each time he felt me orgasm and tighten around him, he whispered, “Shhhhh,” and grabbed my hips so I wouldn’t collapse.
 
His “welcome home” treat lasted until the end of my conversation, probably another 5-10 minutes or so (who could tell time at a time like that?)… and continued for another 15-20 minutes when I stopped talking and tried to turn around and come back in the window. Instead, he tightened his grip on my hips, spun me around, and bent me over the footboard of the bed… where he banged deeper and deeper, harder and harder until I told him I was ready to scream.
 
He quickly withdrew, slapped me gently but firmly on the ass, and laughed. “Not yet,” he said. “Stay where you are.” Again, eager to see what he had in mind, I watched as he walked to the nightstand on my side of the bed, where he retrieved three of my silk scarves. After using one scarf to bind each of my wrists as closely as possible to the bottom of the bed posts, he asked me to open my mouth and used the final scarf as a gag. Good thing… because he began pounding my now-gaping pussy again and again and again. I counted three more orgasms… until he felt me grip his cock deep inside me, felt my inner muscles trembling around him, heard my muffled moans through the gag, and saw me TOTALLY collapse and fall across the footboard… just as I felt him explode inside me.
 
Then, acting as if he needed to remind me how deeply he loves me, he untied me and removed the gag, lifted me from the bed frame and into his arms, kissed me as passionately as he ever has, and carried me into the bathroom, where he fixed me a hot bubble bath.

The Winery

This weekend was absolutely beautiful in the Shenandoah Valley… Warm days, and cool, breezy nights… a wonderful weekend for wine tours.

I wore my denim shorts with “sparkles” on the back pockets, because I know my fiancé loves seeing my ass in them… and LOVES to see –- and rub –- my legs every time he gets the chance.  And, I wore a pink summer halter top that revealed just enough cleavage to tease beneath a white cotton blouse.  He chuckled as we walked into our final winery of our Saturday trip, as several heads turned as we walked in and found a table.

Our table was near the back corner of the tasting room, close enough to enjoy the sight of the fireplace, but not too close to feel the heat.  As it turned out, we didn’t need additional heat on this day.  After our first glass of wine and a pleasant chat, we decided to dance… until the sweat started to run down my back and between my breasts.  My fiancé noticed right away, inviting me outside for some “cool air.”

Once outside, we found a small, secluded bench between the vines in the vineyard, and we took a seat… my legs draped across lap.  While we sipped another glass of wine and talked, he rubbed my legs and feet.  It was very, very nice… and even more relaxing… unless you consider the excitement that was building between my thighs.

When we returned to the winery, the band was playing one of my fiancé’s favorite country love songs, so we went back to the dance floor, and he took me in his arms.  I tucked my head under his chin and enjoyed hearing his heartbeat so close.  I allowed my hands to explore his back, shoulders and arms… and eventually started to sneak a few squeezes on his athletic ass.

He gently grabbed my hair, tilted my head back, and whispered in my ear, “Keep that up and we won’t be able to stay long.”  I heard him, but didn’t listen, and soon I could feel his erection growing on my hip.  When I looked him in the eyes and grinned, he asked if I wanted to take another walk outside “for some air.”  I nodded and took his hand as the song ended.

This time as he led me out, it was nearly dark, and a bit cooler.  A perfect summer night… which was about to get more perfect!  When we arrived back at our cozy bench between the vines, I caught the heart-warming smile that emanated from his perfectly-kissable lips and the flash of hunger in his beautiful brown eyes.

This time when he took me in his arms, I could feel his fingers exploring every inch of my neck, shoulders and back, which he knows drives me crazy… as he worked his way to my ass, which he lifted and squeezed in an aggressive way that I won’t soon forget.  My back arched and my chin lifted, and he kissed me passionately!!!  While kissing, my fiancé used one hand to unbutton my shorts before sliding both hands inside my shorts, squeezing and parting the cheeks of my ass.  When he began to kiss my neck and moved my blouse so he could kiss my shoulders and chest, I immediately lost myself in the moment.  It was a good thing, because I would have been worried about the somewhat-public scene that was to come.

When I thrust the moist crotch of my shorts against his leg, he looked me in the eyes, chuckled and knelt at my feet… lifting my tank top so he could kiss my breasts and tease my nipples… before removing my shorts, sitting me on the bench, and beginning his magical oral work between my legs.  OMG!!!

It didn’t take long before I was BEGGING him to kiss me to prevent me from screaming… and he did, as he slipped inside me while still kneeling before me.  I counted three incredible orgasms before crashing against his chest, when I felt him explode powerfully inside me.

After we regained our breath –- and our composure –- we returned to the tasting room, quickly paid our tab and headed home… My fiancé fingered my dripping pussy all the way home, and I counted another 3 orgasms before we arrived… and when we did arrive, he led me straight to my bedroom for another wonderful love-making session… and another amazing, toe-curling orgasm.

“I have to work early tomorrow, so I should probably go,” he said after a half-hour or so of cuddling and kissing.  But I pleaded with him to stay, eventually convincing him that I didn’t mind getting up a little early to say goodbye… and, shortly thereafter, I fell fast asleep with my head on his chest.

Friends Become Lovers

This wonderful relationship we are in now started one afternoon when my best friend called and invited me over for dinner.  We’d had a good friendship for more than two years at the time, but I had no idea how much this night would change all of that.

After greeting me at the door with a kiss on the cheek, this wonderful man took my hand and led me to the living room, where he'd just opened a bottle of wine.  After some light conversation and a well selected bottle of sweet wine, he served me a delicious dinner … and things got interesting.

While I enjoyed dessert (he refused to eat, for reasons you’ll learn later), our eyes locked, and I could see conflicting emotions behind his gorgeous brown eyes.  He had never mentioned anything beyond friendship, even remotely, prior to that, but I could see it this night and it excited me, lighting a fire in my soul.  I’d never mentioned a love relationship, either, but I had thought about it –- even fantasized about it.

That’s when this sentence surprised me:  "To tell you the truth, I’ve been falling for you since the day we met … and, I’ve been hoping for a long time that I could be THE ONE to fulfill all of your fantasies.”

“Holy shit,” I thought.  “Is he seeing the same thing in my eyes that I’m seeing in his?”

Apparently, it was more obvious than that.  One look at my body made my interest, or better said, arousal, pretty clear –- I was fidgeting in my chair, crossing and recrossing my legs, hoping to conceal a now-wet pussy beneath my tight-fitting dress, and, glancing down, I noticed that my nipples were erect.

“Come over here,” he said, smiling.

I got up from the dining room chair and walked slowly, almost embarrassed, to him.  He didn’t say another word, simply placing his hands on either side of my face and pulling me close for an incredibly romantic and passionate kiss.  That kiss led to others, each becoming hotter (and wetter) … and I ended up sitting in his lap at the table, his hands behind my back pulling our bodies together.

I eventually broke away from the kiss and stared into his now-flaming eyes. “I’ve wanted you to do that for a long time,” I admitted.

With that said, he stood up, took my hand and led me to the bedroom, where his queen-sized bed was covered in rose petals.  Then, it seemed painfully slowly, he removed my dress, and I was standing before him in my bra and thong.  After looking at the “very damp” spot in my panties and a comment about how uncomfortable that must be, he knelt before me… and, while kissing my stomach and the upper part of my thighs, removed my underwear… and laid me gently on the bed.

“Now it’s my turn for dessert,” he said with another smile… with which he continued to bless me while he strategically placed fruit, chocolate and whipped cream all over my body –- EVERYWHERE!  This amazing man honestly took the time to kiss every single inch of me!!!

I wanted to return the favor, especially when he undressed and I saw that perfect, rock-hard penis, but he refused… Instead, he laid down beside me and took me in his arms, and admitted, “I’ve wanted to do that for a long time.”

Eventually, after discussing how this would change our future as “friends” and both of us committing to the long-term, we shared the most amazing, most passionate, most earth-shaking love-making session I had experienced to that date.  He started slowly, working me right to the edge of orgasm, then gradually built up the tempo… taking longer and deeper strokes… until I couldn’t hold back anymore.  I wrapped my legs around him, locked my ankles behind his back, felt my toes curl, dug my fingers into the back of his shoulders and pulled him in for another kiss so the neighbors wouldn’t hear me SCREAM!!!

I rolled him over and attempted to crash with my head on his chest, but he kissed me and gently rolled me back onto my back… grabbing the bowl of fruit from the nightstand and feeding me until my breathing returned to normal.

As my heart rate returned to normal, this amazing man of mine, my fiancé now, began kissing every inch of me again… rolling me onto my chest to kiss my neck (OH, MY GOD!!!), shoulders, back, ass and legs… before rolling me back onto my back, and working his way from my lips to my breasts… before focusing on my tender pussy lips… parting them gently with his fingers, probing inside me with other fingers and licking my clit and pubic area so brilliantly… until I lifted my hips off the bed, grabbed the back of his head, thrust his tongue and mouth tightly against me, and SCREAMED uncontrollably while my body jerked in wave after wave after wave or pleasure.  I lost count after he chuckled when I told him we had to stop at three… and he continued to tease and please me until I literally begged him to stop.

After excusing himself to the kitchen to get our wine glasses, we each took a few sips, caught our breath… and made love again before spending our first night together in each other’s arms.  It was the deepest, most satisfying sleep I had ever experienced.