She texted me as I was leaving the office.
~How was your day? Over? Still going?~
-Good, just walking to my car now-
~Fantastic. Do you mind if we do dinner late...or takeout?~
-Takeout sounds great. See you soon-
I texted back quickly as I got in my car and started thinking about her as I drove home. She's hard not to think about, smart, beautiful, kind, and she's my wife so I get to enjoy all of her amazingness. Our little text exchange was one we've had before, she thinks she's being coy, but I know her too well. She'll be very ready for me when I come home. First she checks in on my mood, not wanting to express her own needs until she knows I can handle more than my own stress. Then she suggests an alternative to our usual. Delaying dinner to enjoy my wife, that's a yes most any day, but I still love that she tries to slyly ask first.
I walk in the door and she's standing there waiting for me. Most days when we get home it's a slow, loving, but casual full body embrace. Not today. Today I grabbed her by the waist, spun her around, pushed her back up against the door, and passionately kissed her. She squealed a bit against my mouth and melted into me as I push by body against her.
We kissed for a long minute before I paused to look at her.
-More?-
~Yes, please~
I knew she wanted more, but communication is always good and those eyes. Those eyes looking up at me as she gently says "yes, please" really get my blood flowing. I take her face in my hand, my thumb gently stroking her jaw line. She really is beautiful and sweet, but she said she wanted more, so I have to give it to her.