“Honey, I’m home,” I called, expecting to find her sitting on the couch with Maestro at her feet and frowning when they weren’t there.
Walking through the living room, I was about to pull my phone out to call her when I stood on something—an arrow made out of Twizzlers pointing at the stairs. Every couple of feet, another Twizzler arrow would point the way until I got to the steps where smaller arrows were laid out.
The whole thing amused me and intrigued me in equal measures as I took the steps two at a time, not knowing what was going to meet me at the top. Addy always did things that touched me in ways I’d never expected, so maybe she wanted a movie night with my favorite candy—Twizzlers?
As I passed another arrow, I saw a note on the bedroom door.
Take a shower in the guest bathroom. I’ve put a towel on the heater for you, so it’s nice and warm.
I’ll see you in the bedroom. A xxx
Spinning on the ball of my foot, I jogged to the guest bathroom and had the quickest shower of my life before wrapping the warm towel around my waist and going back to the bedroom to find out what she had planned.
I loved her. I’d always loved her. That little spark of it that’d hit me when I’d first met her had just grown into a love that was all consuming, and would have been overwhelming if it hadn’t been for her.
Something about my beautiful woman made it easier to breathe when the love I felt for her stole the oxygen around us. That’s literally what it felt like when I saw her—like there was no oxygen, but at the same time, she was the oxygen. I never professed to be fluent in understanding or explaining love, so it was hard for me to describe it, but that was as close as I could get.
She was my everything, my fucking world, and my reason for living.
Pushing the door open and walking into the room, I came to an abrupt halt when I saw what was waiting for me. Addy…on her knees on our bed…in a coral pink nighty with lace panels over her tits and from the waist down to where it stopped mid-thigh. The transparent material showed off the matching panties she had under it, making me swallow hard over the lump in my throat.
“Baby, what—” I shook my head to clear it. “You look beautiful.”
That was an understatement, but then it was hard for anyone to describe immense levels of beauty.
“I want you, Marcus,” she sighed. “I ache so badly with it.”
Crossing over to the side of the bed, I bent over and took her face in my palms. “I ache for you, too, Addy.”
Running my nose down the side of hers, I breathed her in for a moment before opening my eyes again and almost getting lost in her beautiful browns as she watched me closely.
“I figured we needed something special for tonight, so I brought out the big guns—silk and lace.” She grinned wickedly at me. “I’m not gonna lie, just the panties have me squirming.”
Unsure what she meant by this, I trailed the fingers of one hand down the side of her neck before running them down her back and cupping her ass cheek in my palm. “What’s special about them?”
“They’re silky soft, but at the same time, the lace adds a different sensation every time I move. I didn’t know it was possible, but I think I’m going to keep it like this from now on.”
“I thought you were going to tell me they vibrated or something. If they do that for you, though, we’ll have to buy more of them.” My dick jerked behind the towel, making me want to rip the damn thing off.
Baby steps. She might not be ready to go the whole way, so I was going to let her take control of this.
Wrapping her arms around my waist, she pulled me onto the bed on my knees until we were flush against each other. That’s when I realized what she’d meant about the fabric and the contrasts in textures between them. Just feeling the lace rubbing over my nipples, regardless of how soft it was, and the silk on my stomach… Jesus.
Pulling my head down, Addy kissed me, her tongue licking across the seam of my mouth and requesting access. Still letting her lead the show, I opened and moaned when she flicked it inside, running it over the tip of my own before pulling away again.
“Being in charge isn’t really my thing,” she breathed against my lips. “But I’ve got one more thing I want to do before I hand the control back to you.”
Before I could ask what she had in mind, she nudged me so that I was sitting on the mattress, then straddled me. Throughout it, I didn’t once lose the handful of her lace and silk covered butt cheek, but I did move my other hand so that my arm was around her waist.