The Welcome Home
My husband is due home soon.
I heard his car pull in, then the quiet turn of the key in the lock. When he opened the door, the first thing he saw was a small note waiting beneath the soft glow of a tea-light.
Follow the candles.
He followed them into the room, where another note waited beside a glass of bourbon I'd prepared for him.
Take a seat. Close your eyes.
I slipped the blindfold over his eyes and tied it gently behind his head. Without his sight, the room seemed to become something else entirely: the faint flicker of candlelight, the warmth of the air, the rich aroma of a massage candle slowly melting on the table beside him.
I secured his hands behind the chair and stood there for a moment, simply looking at him. I lean in. My lips brush the shell of his ear.
“Open your mouth.”
He parts his lips. I take a sip from his glass and let the bourbon fall from my tongue into his mouth, slow and deliberate. He swallows. I feel the tremor run through him.
“How was your day?”
As I spoke, I loosened his tie and unbuttoned his shirt. He began to tell me about his day, and I listened, letting his voice fill the quiet room as I undressed him.
I reach for the candle. The flame dances. I let it burn for a moment longer before I blow it out, tipping the warm oil into my hands. The scent of sandalwood and vanilla rises between us.
I pour it over his shoulders. The oil glides down his chest, his stomach, pooling in the hollow of his collarbone. My hands follow, spreading it across his skin in long, unhurried strokes. His muscles tense beneath my touch. I trace the line of his jaw, then drag my fingertips down his throat, over his heart, feeling it pound beneath my palm.
Tracing the warmth of his skin, my hands drift down his arms. I let my touch linger for a moment before I reach for his belt. The metallic clink echoes in the quiet. I ease his trousers down, my nails scraping lightly against his hips as I go.
I lean close again, my mouth hovering just above his ear.
“You have no idea what I've planned for you.”
His hips shift. I feel him strain against the ropes.
I kissed the edge of his ear, then gave it the slightest playful bite before moving away.
The flavoured lubricant was waiting on the table.
I let a few drops fall onto his skin, the nape of his neck, the centre of his chest, the inside of his thigh. Each drop is followed by my tongue, tracing slow, wet circles, never quite landing where he needs me most. I feel his thighs tremble, his body stiffen and watched his knuckles turn white as I continued to trail playful kisses along his skin, each one drawing a subtle shiver from him.
I pick up the Lovense Dolce, curling it into my palm. I press it against him, letting the vibration hum through the fabric, through his skin, through every nerve. His head falls back. A low groan escapes his throat. He melts into the chair with Dolce busy occupying his lower silhouette. I tease his perineum with the smaller, sharper Ferri vibrator. His whole body jerks. His breath turns ragged.
I take my time, moving slowly and deliberately, drawing out every sweet sensation and letting the tension build with each touch. I watch with quiet satisfaction as his body responds, every subtle movement betraying his growing anticipation. A breathless exhale escapes his lips, as he finally surrendered himself to me.
I remove the blindfold.
His eyes open, heavy and dark.
I stand before him in my Miss Voltage 4 piece set. Lace panels, straps that trace my body like a second skin. My lingerie leaves nothing to the imagination, yet hides just enough to make him ache.
For a moment, neither of us spoke.
His eyes swept over me, his gaze heavy with desire, as though he were undressing me with every intoxicating glance. I step between his knees and let my hands rest against his shoulders. His thighs press against mine. I'm close enough to feel the heat radiating from his skin, close enough to taste his breath, letting the tension coil between us until it's unbearable. His hands strain against the ropes.
Finally, I give in and settle onto his lap. I lean in and kiss him. Slow, deep, wet. My tongue finds his. He groans into my mouth.
I pull away.
His lips chase mine, desperate.
I smile.
I untie his wrists and place my phone in his hand, revealing the Lovense app and the surprise I have kept discreetly hidden from him. His expression changes the moment he realises what I have planned. The final little secret waiting for him.
I take his other hand and lead him towards the bedroom, where the menange a trois awaits us, accompanied by the teasing promise of Anal Lush.
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