Listen to this articleWhen I arrived home, Chloe greeted me at the door with a bright smile, dressed in a lavender sundress that accentuated her curves. A floral hair clip held back chestnut locks, completing the playful yet seductive look. My heart swelled at the sight of her.
“Welcome back, darling,” she said, pulling me down for a kiss. I wrapped my arms around her, deepening the kiss as I inhaled her sweet floral scent.
Chloe sighed into the kiss, fingers tangling in my hair. I slid my hands down to cup her full bottom, earning a small squeak of surprise and delight.
“I have a surprise for you,” she whispered, eyes dancing with mischief. Before I could ask what it was, Chloe took my hand and led me into the living room.
There, laid out on the sofa, was a tantalizing picnic spread. Fresh berries, chocolate-covered strawberries, a bottle of wine chilling on ice. “I thought we could have an indoor picnic date night,” Chloe explained.
“You little minx, you’ve thought of everything.” I pulled her close for another lingering kiss. How did I get so lucky to have this amazing woman in my life?
We fed each other berries and sipped wine, talking and laughing softly. An amorous mood descended as hands began to wander and kisses grew heated. The picnic was soon forgotten.
I stood up, sweeping Chloe into my arms. She wrapped her legs around my waist as I carried her into the bedroom, laying her upon the bed. Deft fingers slid the spaghetti straps of her sundress down slender shoulders, exposing full breasts and dusky rose nipples.
Chloe moaned softly as I suckled at her breasts, arching into my touch. Her dress and panties were shed in short order. I lavished kisses over velvet skin, tracing every curve and hollow. By the time I settled between toned thighs, she was soaked with need.
We moved together slowly at first, then urgently. The room filled with the sounds of pleasure – ragged breathing, throaty moans, the creak of the mattress springs keeping time. Release came powerfully, leaving us clinging in spent satisfaction.
Chloe nuzzled against me, cheeks still flushed with passion. “Thank you for the perfect date, my love,” she whispered. My darling girl, full of surprises and always ready for romance. I was the luckiest man alive.
