She means the world to me and I to her. Sometimes I just can’t get over how much I love this woman. There’s nothing I wouldn’t do… “Babe?” “Yes, sweetheart.” I must’ve gotten lost in my thoughts. I do that pretty often. “Are we still going to the place to do the thing?” She asked still confused as to where and what it was. I told her I had a surprise and it’s been so hard to keep my lips sealed all week. Finally though, it’s Saturday and the time has come. “Of course we are, I would never break a promise to you.” I say with a sly smile still giving no clues. “I’d hope not, so are you going to tell me what the surprise is now?” She asked with those puppy eyes that I can never say no to. Except for this time. This time I’d stay strong. “No, you’ll see. ” I respond calmly. Hours later and I was getting dressed in my finest attire. She was asleep on the couch and I kissed her ever so slightly as she felt my lips against her skin and faced me. Blinking numerous times and wiping her eyes she couldn’t believe what she saw. “You’re wearing that!” She asked in astonishment. “Yes” I smiled. “Only for you.” She looked at the clock it was 6 and she knew we had to be there at 7. She jumped up yelling “Oh my god! You’re all dressed up and I have no idea what to…” I stopped her “look on the bed” I said covertly. She went into the bedroom and shrieked when she saw the gown I’d gotten for her especially for this night. “Well hurry up and get dressed” I said playfully “we don’t want to be late.”
When we arrived at the restaurant she was ecstatic. “I can’t believe we’re actually here!” This was a fairly new place to our town and she had been saying how bad she’s wanted to go for quite some time now. It was definitely on the high end when it came to restaurants but nothing was too good for her. Nothing. We had great conversations during dinner. We spoke about work and what the future held for us. I wanted to be a successful writer whereas she wanted to break through the fashion world and be a renown designer. The food was amazing as well. I had glazed salmon dish that was to die for and she had seafood scampi that she fell for almost as hard as she fell for me. It was cloudy when we left and the ride home wasn’t fast enough seeing as we both wanted each other more than anything else. We broke through the door tasting each other’s lips. I wanted her so badly I couldn’t wait to get to the bedroom so I forced her on the sofa and with our lips still locked. There was nothing better than her love. Nothing. I grabbed her waist as I made my way down her body stopping at every sweet spot. Kissing her neck as she moaned only to trail my tongue to her breasts. Pulling the dress down I sucked her nipples slowly and attentively until they rose to solid tips. Twirling my tongue around her areola teasing her only to take slight nibbles on her peaks. Listening to her breathing increase rapidly I was only becoming more aroused. I guided my mouth down her soft skin kissing and licking every inch, I glided down her abdomen and past her mound until I reached her essence. She was so wet for me, so ready. I caressed her thighs with my mouth taking my time because she was art to me therefore she should be appreciated and not rushed. I looked up to see her biting her lip waiting in agonizing patience until I finally embraced her essence. I tasted everything anyone could ever hope for. At that moment she was all I needed. She tasted like my dreams. Everything came to fruition in that moment I savored her uncontrollably. Her sweetness was the meaning of life for me. I licked her clit with short flicks of my tongue as she let go of her inhibitions. “I love you more than anything!” She screamed as her pleasure became music to my ears. It was as if heaven’s gates rained blessings onto my taste buds. There was nothing greater than her love. Nothing. The rest of the night became a blur as we lustfully treasured each other.
“Hey, love.” “Good morning” she replied to me with a smile that could light up the darkest of days. Coincidentally today actually was dark. It was storming, had been since last night when we…I always saw her as a bolt of lightening rather than a bright sunshine. With just a glance she could strike down anything in her vicinity while her beauty was still illuminating to any viewer unharmed. If she was lightening then I was the storm itself. Not always pleasurable to everyone but to the select few who enjoyed the rain and the roaring of the thunder, I was appreciated. Just like a bolt of light in the raging weather, she’d let me know that no matter what, she would always be right there with me.
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