Just For You...

'Hey, honey. I am home,' said Daniel as he dropped the keys on the table.
'Hey baby. Welcome home,' said Ella as she walked up to Daniel and pressed a kiss on his cheek.
'I missed you,' whispered Daniel as he held Ella in his arms.
'I missed you too,' said Ella as she withdrew from his embrace. 'How was your day?' asked Ella as she started arranging the table for dinner.
'It couldn't have been worse,' said Daniel loosening his tie. 'It was just another frustrating day. People don't do their work. And in the end, it's me who has to suffer,' said Daniel as he dropped down on the chair.
'Hey, it's alright. I understand,' said Ella softly as she stood behind Daniel.
'Stop working so hard, sweetie,' cooed Ella as she started massaging Daniel's shoulders. 'Take a deep breath and let everything go.'
'Mmm,' said Daniel as Ella sank her fingers into his shoulders.
'You can't work 24/7, baby,' she whispered, 'Rest a little and become stronger for tomorrow.'
'I crave for these massages, Ella,' murmured Daniel.
'Does it feel good?' she asked as she rubbed his sore muscles.
'I want more, Ella baby,' said Daniel as he took her hands into his.
'There will be plenty of time for that, Darlin’. Why don't you freshen up? I will set the table in the meanwhile,' said Ella as she pulled him on to his feet.
'Ok,' sighed a disappointed Daniel as he made his way into the bedroom.
Ella knew that Daniel was working really very hard and that sometimes, people failed to recognize the effort he was putting every day. She planned of doing something special for 'her man' and just then she knew what she had to do.

***

Daniel took the much needed shower. Ella's massage did wonders to his body and he was feeling rejuvenated and revitalized. He just tied a robe and came out of the shower when he first heard a soft and romantic music coming from the living room. Curious and excited, Daniel made his way into the living room and the scene before his eyes took his breath away.

There was music playing from the stereo. The entire room was dimly lit with the help of candles. And standing on the dining table, in nothing but a sheer pink slip, was Ella. She was playing with her nipples and dancing seductively to the soft hum of the music. As soon as she saw Daniel, she gestured him to sit on the chair which was at the opposite end of the table.

Daniel still kept staring at her as if he was in a trance. She got down from the table and whispered seductively, 'Baby, today is the night for my Fashion Show. So, get ready for the show for your life. This is just for you...'

Daniel couldn't say anything as he sat on the chair reserved for him.

Ella got onto the table with the help of a smaller table. She walked seductively; sashaying to the music and Daniel couldn't do anything but stare and smile….sheepishly. After a few minutes of swaying and walking, Ella got down and went in to the kitchen.

'I will be right back,' murmured Ella as she bent down and stroked Daniel's cheek.

Daniel just nodded. He was mesmerized by Ella's appearance in the outfit. Again the music started playing and Ella entered in a camisole which clung to every curve of her body. She wore a pair of white cotton panties. Her nipples strained against the material as she walked on the table and modelled her next outfit for Daniel. As he reached out to grab her, she looked at him sharply and said, 'No touching, unless I say so.'

With that she again went into the kitchen. His cock was hard and was aching to be touched. Ella again appeared in a teddy and garter. The sight almost made Daniel cum. She walked to the soft melody and swayed seductively. Her long legs were accentuated by the garter and silhouettes. Her body glowed in the candle light and Daniel couldn't take his eyes off the beauty standing before him. He took his cock into his hands and started stroking it.

The music came to a stop and she again went for a change. Daniel waited for Ella and then she made her appearance wearing a see-through sheer white negligee which barely reached her thighs. He knew that she had nothing underneath the negligee. She walked on the table and reached the other end. She climbed down and sauntered towards Daniel. She stroked his cock and kissed him. 

She turned around and moved her hips seductively. She brought his hands and placed them on either side of her waist and started giving him a lap dance. She brushed lightly against his cock and made his cock jump. She then turned around and settled on his lap. She gyrated her hips making Daniel squirm beneath her.

'Did you like the show?' she asked as she traced his lower lip with her tongue. 

'Mmm ...,' murmured Daniel, as he held Ella in his arms and took her mouth for a scorching kiss.

He traced a path from her jaw to her collar bone. He sucked at the skin near her neck giving her a love-bite and eliciting a moan from Ella. Daniel lowered the straps of her negligee and started giving small kisses at every exposed part. Within a few minutes, Ella was naked in Daniel's arms. Not willing to torture himself anymore, he carried her into their bedroom and laid her on the bed. He stripped off his robe and joined her on the bed. 

'For all that teasing in the living room, you will have to pay now,' he said as he kissed her passionately. He then directed his attention to her breasts. He took one nipple into his mouth as he pumped the other breast. Ella grasped the sheets as she tried to stop writhing beneath him. He shifted to the other breast. He pulled and rolled the nipple in his fingertips. Ella arched and moaned.

Daniel proceeded further down south. He traced a path to her belly with his tongue. He separated her thighs and planted soft kisses on her inner thighs. He then moved to her feet and suckled her toes. Ella nearly flew off the bed when he nibbled at the arch of her foot. 

'Stop doing that...,' screeched Ella as she pulled Daniel into her arms for a kiss.

'I was just getting started, baibee,' whispered Daniel as he freed himself from her arms and settled himself between her legs.

'You are so wet,' he said as he parted her folds and licked her clit. His strokes made her wet. She grasped the sheets as he continued his assault. He then inserted his fingers into her already wet coochie. Ella thrust against his fingers.

'I need you in me.... NOW!!!' screamed Ella as she looked at Daniel.

Daniel didn't want to torture her anymore and he held himself on his forearms and guided himself into her. He groaned as soon as his flesh made contact with hers. He kept pounding into her as she raised her hips and met his every thrust. He kept on giving soft kisses and finally growled as he climaxed and took Ella along with him.

He slumped down on Ella and she held him in his arms.

'Just a minute ...,' said Daniel as he tried to roll off Ella.

'Shh... Stay.... You are not that heavy,' she said as she pulled him closer to herself.

'Honeyboo ...' whispered Daniel as he raised himself and stroked her face, 'why did you give that show tonight?'

'Just like that ... You have been working too hard for the past few weeks' said Ella as she kissed Daniel, 'You didn't like it?' she pouted.

Daniel gave a low laugh and rolled onto his back pulling her along with him. 'Why would I not like it, sweetheart?' whispered Daniel as he stroked Ella's hair. 'It was the best show ever...' he murmured as he kissed Ella.

'I love you...' said Ella as she snuggled further into Kevin.

'I love you more,more baibee,' said Daniel as he held Ella in his arms and drifted off to sleep.

The Man Of My Dreams...

He is the man that my father always told me about, the one that I would one day meet. Father referred to him as my prince. Although I thought that those kind of things only ever happened in fairy tales, as I am not a princess no matter how much father would say otherwise. Father told me about a man and how he is going to take my arm and guide me along the street, he would make me feel like I was royalty by the simplest of things. I matter so much to him and I don't even know it, he is always looking out for me and yet, I think he never shows it.
Today is the day, the day that I have been waiting for. Many weeks have passed by now, since we were last in each other's arms and I long more than anything to be back there. Although, I’m not sure he feels the same way. My heart is ruling me and my mind is telling me that it may be too late, I feel sick with worry that he might no longer feel the same way. The time comes to meet him at the airport, I have been chatting throughout the day with him updating me on his whereabouts. My heart is now beating so fast I don't understand why no one else can hear it, it is throbbing so loudly under my chest and it’s the only sound at times that I can hear. My stomach feels a little queasy and I’m made more anxious by every passing second. Knowing full well that soon enough he will be walking through those arrival doors and right up to you, but what then?? Does he kiss me on the cheek, forehead, lips or do we just shake hands??
It's too late to speculate what he's going to do as you see people exiting through the arrival door. It almost feels as though time has slowed down, I’m suddenly aware of my breathing and how fast it is, I try and bring it back into a normal rhythm but have no such luck. He is here, I can see the top of his head appearing above the crowd but I’m unable to see his face due to my height; he is still a little bit away from me but I don't move, I wait for him to get to me, as if when he does I will know what to do. When he comes out of the crowd he makes his way to me in a fast motion, he drops his bags on the floor and replaces me where they once were. He brings his face to mine and kisses my lips, the kiss is so enchanting sending my emotions all over the place and not to mention my heart beating even faster every beat only wanting him more. Before I know it the kiss is over and he has picked up his bags, he holds out his arm for me to take and I walk side by side to my house. Conversation flows so well between us and it feels as though he never left.
Remember, before when I thought that he didn't feel the same way anymore, well in a way I was right. He doesn't love me as much as he did when he left, simply because he loves me even more than he did then, more than I ever thought possible. We spend the walk back laughing and smiling with each other the excitement reeling off me in waves not quite believing my eyes that he is right there before me, but restraining myself from rubbing them to make sure. The two of us get along so well some might even believe we were meant for each other, I’m not the same person but then again I’m not completely different let's call it the correct balance.
When we got back to my house and into my room, we both laid down on the bed and just cuddled each other relishing in the warmth of each other's bodies and catching up on what the other has missed. After a long while of talking, laughing, kissing and cuddling it's time for food. I prepare a meal for him but now I’m worried that he may not like it, I don't let on anything and get up to fetch it. When I bring the meal back with me, I watch him tentatively eating and ask if it’s ok, he nods and I just lie back down and smile letting him carry on eating. By the time he has finished I was already asleep, the weight of the world finally lifted of my shoulders and a relaxing presence in its place. When he finished he places the plate on the desk and moves down next to me gently accidentally waking me up. I am glad of the wakeup call as he is better than any dream I could possibly imagine.

He apologises again for waking me up but I’m taking none of it, I sit up and pretend to stretch but instead tackle him down onto the bed and kiss all the way down his face and stopping only when I got to his chin, letting the bristles from his beard touch my lips. As I stop kissing him and move myself up so I can look at his face, he looks at me in a way that makes my heart race, I know what he wants as it's the same thing I do. A special cuddle as he refers to it as. I move down to his stomach and gently lift his shirt, kissing down from his collar bone and slowly making my way down to his trousers. I stop to look up at him as if to ask if he wishes for me to go on but not wanting to say the words aloud. He starts to sit up and takes off his shirt, I help and before I know it mine is off too. Before I carry on I help him take off his trousers and he takes off mine. Now we both stood before each other in just our underwear taking each other in, eyes running up and down the other to see if anything has changed in the time that has passed. I kneel down on the soft and warm carpet and kiss his stomach and work my way down to the top of his boxers, kissing around the elastic. I look up at him as I pull down his boxers, to reveal a rather large and memorable part of his anatomy that makes me breathless, even more than running does. He helps to fully undress me, taking no time with your bra as he expertly takes it off using only one hand. After our special cuddle that we both rather enjoyed, we both clean up and share the shower as its apparently more romantic that way, or just another excuse to see each other naked. We kiss in the shower and it's almost like we are ready to repeat what happened only a few minutes ago. I pull back and focus on the task of showering trying to stop myself from just spending the whole weekend with my hands on him and my lips on his. Although he knows that he is my biggest distraction. He takes the shower gel from me and puts a small amount onto his hands gently rubbing them together to create a lather before placing his hands on me and rubbing them up and down my body making sure I haven't missed anything. I enjoy the sensation of his hands running up and down my body, every so often I bite my lip like Anastasia in Fifty shades of grey. Of course he notices as this is the reaction he has been waiting for knowing that he is getting to me and slowly but surely turning me on again. I want nothing more than to pleasure him as he has me. I push my chest against his and turn the shower head to his back so that the water doesn't trickle down his body and into my mouth. I start gently and slowly knowing that it’s tender there, I go deeper and I hear him take a breath and feel his knees shake. I’m trying not to smile knowing that what I’m doing is working and I will only lose my concentration. After a while he stops me and pulls me to my feet locking his lips to mine. I stand there kissing, with the warmth of the water flowing between us. It seems as though the kiss will never end, my arms are around his neck and his arm around my waist pulling me closer to him. Eventually we both pull away to catch a breath and decide to leave the warmth of the bathroom and retreat into the cold of the bedroom.He lies next to me now, silently sleeping and I can't help but watch his chest gently rise. He is dreaming of something that is making him smile and that smile just makes my heart melt. I love how peaceful he is when he's asleep and how his face doesn't crease into a frown and he is away from torment of work and stress of life. I move down next to him and get myself comfortable only to find a few seconds later that his hand is moving across the bed, he is in search of something. His hand stops once it has found mine and he holds it, he must need to feel close to me even when he is asleep. My wonderful man knows how to make me feel loved even in his sleep he likes to feel close to me and reassure me that all is well. I fall asleep that evening, with his body wrapped around mine holding me in a warm embrace