I've been losing my mind all week. Not knowing what he's planned for my birthday is driving me crazy. My only instructions thus far have been to be ready to be picked up at 7pm Friday and to be wearing a black dress, preferably short!
I walk downstairs and see that he's already at the curb, standing beside his car. Jesus Christ it's been five months and my stomach still flutters when I see him! His face lights up when he sees me, his eyes are dancing all over me and his face has that stunned look he gets when he say's I've taken his breath away. I guess he likes the dress! He smiles and opens the door for me, teasing me with those dimples, he knows exactly what they do to me and loves to exploit that fact. He leans in to kiss me, his scent overpowers my senses momentarily, I'm barely registering that he's telling me how incredible I look, calling me gorgeous. Does he ever stop? God I hope not. The way he makes me feel...My skin is electrified when he places his hand on my back, his strong capable hand that I adore, and what those hands do to me...I'm on fire already, I can feel myself getting wet, wanting him all over me. I almost lose it when I see his eyes travel up my legs as I get into the car, I know he's getting hard and sure enough I can see the outline of his cock through his pants, Jesus, we're not going to make it anywhere at this point! Must focus on what he has planned for me, I know he's put a lot of effort into tonight, I'm so excited to find out what lays ahead.
We chat as he drives us downtown, my hand moving to his face and stroking it, he takes my hand and kisses lightly, teasing with his tongue, then squeezing tightly, I can't stop smiling. I love that he is always touching a part of me, he says he can't help himself and that it's my fault for being so hot and making him feel so good. Please. Although he tells me these things with such conviction that it's impossible not to believe him. I do know that when I gaze into his eyes it does something to him, like I put him in a trance. He explained that when I look at him like that it's like I touch his soul, or a part of him that is mine and mine alone. How can I not melt when he says such things?! How does he come up with this stuff? I don't care, he can go on forever, his words makes me feel wonderful. Every woman deserves to be spoken to like this at some point.
He parks the car in the underground of a condo building. He mentioned having a friend who is away for a while, this must be his place. And what a place, holy shit it's the penthouse, windows everywhere overlooking the city and lake, beautifully decorated in a obviously masculine style. Rich tones, big comfy leather furniture, and a massive open kitchen area where he is already pouring wine and placing yummy appetizers on a plate. We clink glasses, he's complimenting me again on how great I look making me flush, my heart races.
He's explains that the first part of the evening is him making me dinner with more surprises to come later for desert. We eat and talk as I watch him cook, our conversation, like always, flows effortlessly. How is it so easy with him? With each other? I like watching him cook, especially when he tells me how much he loves cooking for me, feeding me, taking care of me. It's great that we are both into food and can cook together, he loves whatever I make for him. It's so incredible to be loved by him, to be able to let my guard down and let him in, surrender myself to him knowing that he has only good intentions...
Wow his arms are straining against his shirt, I could have his arms around me all day. It still baffles me that he had no idea in the past how great his "attributes" are. God what he does to me...It's like a drug, I almost need to detox after spending the weekend with him in order to go back to work and even then he is still in my head, making me smile spontaneously, making me fucking soaked like I'm getting right now watching him make our dinner.