“I can’t wait to have you for dessert later tonight.”
I smiled sheepishly at the note as I smelled the bouquet of flowers that had accompanied it. It was our anniversary week. This husband of mine had made sure a fresh bouquet with sweet notes reached my office even before I got there. We were having our dinner tonight and this son of Solomon had been stimulating my mind with personalized notes the whole week. Frankly I could hardly wait for tonight.
Ten years together and this man really knew me. Barely had the thought of me being his dessert fade off. I got a sext from him of the crazy things he’d planned to do to me that night. I was riled up. My body temperature was was rising and my heart beat faster.
The cuffs photo and the “I’m gonna eat you out” sentence were replaying in my head in a loop manner. It got me reminiscing about that first time a man went down on me. I say a ‘man’ because it takes a real man to tell a woman to relax and let him worship her.
“Just relax and enjoy the moment,” he said as he removed my underwear as I lay on the couch.
It was one of those Sundays. I had decided to go to church so that I wouldn’t lie to my mom. I walked in to church and there he was, playing the drums with the praise and worship team. His tall fit physique was appealing to the eyes but I quickly diverted my mind back to church. It didn’t take long before he noticed me during the youth meetings. I was running from the boys in the ‘world’ only for them to follow me to church. The universe is quite sardonic.
This was different. I have had sex before where the boys were rushing to bust a nut. But this, there was no rush. He was taking his time to maximize my pleasure. He was more interested in keeping the fire burning.
I kept my eyes closed as I channeled all to the sense of touch. My boobs fit so perfectly in his palms as he gently squeezed them. The firewood was added when he kissed my inner thighs alternatively. His moist breath could be felt through my labia. I was getting wetter by the second. He kissed my lower lips and his tongue started gently caressing my majora and minora in perfect harmony. He focused on my clitoris in a circular motion as he increased the pace. I could feel it building up. The fire was at it’s peak and couldn’t help but shiver. I hadn’t felt like this before and for a moment I wanted him to stop but it felt so good so he kept going.
“Don’t fight it,” he said to me as the fire exploded to fireworks.
I was all the way riled up now and thank goodness it was Friday. I quickly signed the cheques that needed to be banked and quickly left the office. Getting home, I headed straight to the shower. I wanted the fireworks there and then when I looked at the shower head. But I chose to keep the fire burning.
“Honey, I’m home.”
I got out of the shower still dripping wet. My hubby was standing on the bedside undressing getting ready to shower. I kissed him, pushing him back as he fell on the bed. He always enjoyed it when I took control. He tried to say something but I shushed him up when I sat on his face.
“You’re gonna have that dessert as an appetizer babe,” I whispered.
