I let myself in thru the back gate, glad to be home at the end of a long day. As I reached for the doorknob, the door opened, revealing the darkened interior of the family room, lit only by softly flickering candles. My husband stepped out from behind the door, a devilish grin on his handsome face.
"What do you have planned?" I laughed, intrigued by the scene that had been set inside.
"Ahh, you'll just have to wait and see," he teased as he nudged me into the room and closed the door. "You forgot it was Valentine's Day, didn't you?"
I looked at him, stricken. He always went out of his way to be thoughtful and romantic, and while I am thoughtful, I am more practical than romantic. We were newly married, and money was tight, and so I had pushed the holiday and any accompanying gift to the back of my mind.
He laughed at my guilty face. "Relax, nothing is expected of you in return. This night is my gift to you. You letting me have this night is your gift to me." I looked at him, not sure exactly what to read into that, and raised my eyebrows as he pulled a silk blindfold from behind his back.
He pulled me close to him, wrapping his strong arms around my waist. "Please, baby, trust me."
I looked into those big brown eyes, and with a slight shiver, nodded my head. I trusted him, but he had far more experience in all things sexual, and I knew there were things he had done that I had probably never even heard of.
He gently covered my eyes, and tied the blindfold snugly around my head. "Ready?" he asked as he led me further into the room. He guided me to the floor, where it felt as though he had spread a thick blanket. He sank down next to me, and gently kissed me. His fingers slowly traced over my face as he deepened his kisses. His hands moved lower, as he unbuttoned my shirt and pushed it back off my body. My bra followed, and his tongue traced a path from my neck, down to where my breasts strained upward to meet that tongue. He fastened his mouth over a nipple, swirling his tongue, nipping gently with his teeth. The sensory deprivation provided by the blindfold was making all these sensations sharper than usual. I was already arching off the floor, and could feel between my legs beginning to moisten. His hands slid up along my arms, bringing them up above my head. I felt something soft slide around one wrist, then tighten. I started to protest, but he hushed me with gentle words and sweet kisses. My other arm was fastened, and I felt exposed and vulnerable. He must have felt the anxiety rolling off me in waves. His mouth close to my ear, he whispered I was safe, and he would let me go the minute I asked. I hesitated, and then slowly relaxed my body. He resumed trailing his tongue along my skin, across the flat plane of my stomach, to the waistband of my jeans. He undid the buttons, and then tugged the jeans down and off, taking my panties with them.
"Roll over," he whispered, his breath tickling my ear and causing goose bumps to dimple my skin. As I complied, he straddled my lower back, and I realized he had removed all his clothes somewhere along the way. His strong hands began to knead my shoulders, and a small moan escaped as the day's stress melted beneath his hands. He poured oil onto my skin, his fingers digging in where ever he felt a knot. I was lost in a sensuous haze as his hands moved lower along my spine, and used his palms to smooth it into my , stroking across my lower back, his lips and tongue following behind. His hands moved to my buttocks, kneading and rubbing. Then down my thighs and calves, every inch pampered. He brought his hands back to my shoulders, then took his forefinger and slowly ran it along my spine, down to the cleft between my cheeks. I startled as his finger brushed my back entrance on its way to search out and stroke my little pleasure nub.
"Shhhh,' he whispered into my ear, his tongue following the curve of my ear as I shivered in delight. My body was taut with pleasure, and I was aching for him to take me.
"Please...please," I begged him, not sure myself what it was I wanted.
"Baby, we are just getting started," he murmured as he moved to my other ear. His finger continued to explore the soft folds around my nub, then began the slow journey back up my spine, his finger again grazing my most private place, his touch whisper soft. His tongue took the place of his finger at the nape of my neck, and slowly, so slowly, his tongue followed the bumps of my spine back downward. I pulled against the restraints; the sensations were becoming almost too intense. His tongue paused at the small of my back, and he nudged my legs further apart with his knees. His tongue resumed its journey, delving between my cheeks and casually passing across my small puckered opening again. My body jolted, and his hands came up to soothe me, stroking my body in long, smooth strokes. He turned me over onto my back, and then lowered his head between my legs. I moaned, as he licked and stroked me. His fingers slowly moved lower, and I felt one long digit slide into me as his mouth fastened onto my clit.
"Oh, God....Oh, God...Oh, God...Oh, God...Yes, yes," I babbled as I felt my release start to build. My muscles tightened thru out my entire body, and my head tossed restlessly from side to side. The build up to this had been so long, and so carefully stoked, I knew this was going to be intense.
"Yes, yes, YES," I cried as I felt my pleasure peak. Just then, he slid his finger from my wet heat and pushed it into my small rear opening. I screamed as the sensations pushed me over the top, joining the orgasm starting to wash over me, my body shaking and shimmying. His finger slid in and out of my ass slowly and smoothly, teasing nerve endings I never knew existed. Gradually, my contracting muscles relaxed, and I sank bonelessly into the blanket beneath me as he pulled his finger from me. I felt him move up and settle next to me, pulling me into his arms as he undid the restraints and pulled the blindfold off.
"What the hell was that?" I asked, still a bit stunned at the intensity of my orgasm.
"Liked that, did you?" he laughed. His voice dropped lower, almost to a purr. "There is more, you know." He reached behind me, and handed me a full wine glass. We clinked glasses, and sipped our wine.
"Did you like that?" he asked as his fingers dipped back between my thighs, stroking the soft skin, still slick from before.
"Which part?" I laughed. "The massage, the kissing, the blindfold, the sense of helplessness, the..." My voice broke as one of his fingers moved lower, lightly tracing the rim of my pucker.