Arriving Drenched

She was afraid that if she ever asked to be so dominated, she was selling out to herself and all the other women of the world. She wanted to be strong and not weak. But in this moment, she never felt stronger. It was as if she was getting exactly what she needed and desired. As if she had communicated this and he had understood and was now delivering. She didn’t want to run away from him or control him. She wanted to share this intense greatness only with him. She felt she could trust him finally with everything. Because he was delivering and proving to her that he was her everything and would allow her to shine as her all could.

Between the gasp of joy and screams of ecstasy, she felt empowered and honored. The man was extra careful the whole time to only go at the pace she so desperately needed. He kept her in the zone of her dreams. He pleasured her. Caressed her. Managed her. Allowed her to blossom. The single biggest gift she could ever had.

When they had both climaxed and felt the earth rotate backwards a few hundred miles, it was clear that all her spent energy was restored. She wanted to freshen up and actually go out to the theater and dinner as planned. The recovery would allow him to recover so that when she pounced on him that night, they could recreate all of this majestic awesomeness.

He gently picked her up and carried her into the house where she was greeted with the amazing aroma of freshly backed velvet cake, her favorite. And there was a note of other sweets that she absolutely adored. As he gently placed her on the couch, the half naked vested man disappeared towards what only could be the kitchen. A few clangs of pots and pans later, he arrived with a platter of all of her favorites

Kneeling by her side, he took a towel to pat off all the evidence of sweating she had undergone. Once assured she was dry, he produced keys from a small pocket in the vest to unlock the padlocks on her heels. The massage she received woke up her hungry sexual side as the sensations were directly from heaven. The man had stepped up his game. As he caressed her and made his way north, any residual tensions she had melted and vanished to be replaced with floating feelings of bliss.

Just before she asked for a quick pause, he stopped and moved swiftly around the couch. She swallowed a bit hard trying to return to planet earth and understand why he had moved about so quickly, only to find him manifest somewhat unexpectedly a big cup of lemonade and a medium sized cup of water. With a smile, he leaned forward and offered her the choice of drink to replenish her.

The man clearly thought of everything. How come she had not trusted him in the past? He definitely understood all the workings of her body and mind. What was this checking and verification she always felt the need to do? There was more to this man than she realized. All her anticipating and pre-qualifying him had led her down a path that was not really who he was.

As she finished the drinks, he offered her slippers to walk about the place, as the coolness of the A/C had the hardwood floors a bit too chilly for bare-footing. As she stood up, he slipped behind the couch for a moment and returned with a towel set. Rose pedal scented towels at that, another of her favorites.

She so needed to freshen up, and he had it all set up in advance. She paused and smiled and looked at him as if a movie star who had made her biggest dreams come true. It was like discovering love all over again. Or was it the residual high from all that sexual workout making her see him as a demi-god? Didn’t matter. She’d be out of her scantily clad thin fabric dress and nylon underwear shortly.

He pointed out where to find the main bathroom, to which she uncovered he had the large tub already filled with essential oils, bath bomb, and properly set temperature water. In the background was her favorite artist softly cooing her favorite song. This was ideal. This was better than their honeymoon. This was paradise.