When I opened the door, there were no lights on, and I sat my purse down carefully.
“Hello?” I asked.
“In here,” came Tyler’s voice from somewhere near the dining room. I walked down the hall, and when I came around the corner saw him lighting a candle at the table. My breath hitched when I realized that everything I had been thinking, he had been, too. Tears stung at the corners of my eyes as I saw that he had already made dinner, having two plates in place and an expensive bottle of wine in the center of the table. I watched as he popped the cork and poured the glasses. “You made enough bottles recently that I think you can afford a glass or two of wine with dinner,” he said.
“Where is Michael?” I asked.
“At Mom’s. I figured we should take a few hours to ourselves, just you and me,” he said and made his way to me. “I even made dessert.”
“What’s the special occasion?” I asked. “This is incredible.”
“There doesn’t have to be one,” he said. “You are special occasion enough. But we got engaged a year ago tonight, so if you have to have something specific to celebrate, we can use that.”
I smiled and reached up to kiss him gently on the lips.
“Thank you,” I said.
“Thank you,” he said, kissing me back. “Now take a seat, dinner is ready.”
We sat and ate the delicious meal he prepared, laughing and reminiscing on the year that had passed. So much had transpired that it almost didn’t seem real. Our lives had changed in so many ways that it was almost incalculable, and now we sat across from each other, knowing that not only were our lives never going to be the same as they were a year before, but they would keep changing, keep growing together. Forever.
“What about this dessert you spoke of?” I asked as I wiped my lips with the cloth napkin.
“Ah, a specialty, and one I know you will be excited for,” he said, standing. He went into the kitchen, and I could hear him tinkering around for a moment before coming back, a huge glass bowl in one hand and a couple of small dessert plates in the other.
“Oh my God,” I said, “is that banana pudding?”
“Yes, it is,” he said, a wide smile stretching across his handsome face. “Homemade from your mother’s recipe, and with fresh, homemade whipped cream as well.”
“How in the world did you get her recipe?” I nearly shouted as I reached for the bowl. “She won’t even give it to me!”
“I guess she just likes me more,” he said teasingly as he sat down across from me again.
“She just might,” I said, digging into the sinfully good cold cream. Suddenly, it was giving me ideas, and after a few bites, I decided I had enough of sweets.
“I think,” I said, standing, “that I am going to go get in the shower and then maybe just lie down in bed for a little bit. Should you want my company…”
As I began to walk away, I unzipped my skirt and let it fall to the floor, exposing the long leggings that ran up my thigh that Tyler loved so much, and the thong that matched it. His grunt of approval as I swiveled my hips sent a thrill through me, and I had to keep myself from rushing to the bathroom, taking my time as I removed articles of clothing and dropped them along the hall like breadcrumbs.
I heard him run down the hall as I started the water and stepped inside. I thought he might not have the patience to wait, and would just join me in the shower, but as I finished getting clean, he still hadn’t bombarded me. I admired his willpower. I turned off the water and stepped out, using a towel to dry off and putting my hair up in a bun above my head. I wrapped a towel around myself and stepped out of the bathroom, making my way to the bedroom when I saw the flickering lights on the wall.
Tyler had lit candles everywhere in the room. On every table and bookshelf there was a tealight, and the lamps were turned off. It was dark outside, so the window did no favors, leaving only the flickering yellow light of the flames to guide me to him. He lay in the bed, one muscular arm propped up behind his head, showing off the muscles on the side of his ribs. He was naked and stroking himself slowly as I approached and opened my towel. Again, a grumble of appreciation came from his chest, but he waited for me.
I crawled onto the bed, taking my time getting to him, and dipped my head at his ankle, kissing it. I let my lips trail up his leg, slowly sliding my tongue out as I reached his thigh. He moaned as I reached the base of his stiff, thick cock, and he stopped stroking it to give me access. I swirled the tip of my tongue around him, then up from the underside. When I reached the head, I took it into my lips and flicked it with the tip of my tongue, taking in the sticky, sweet fluid that gathered there.