Elle and I had been dating for a few months, and every moment with her felt like a gift. She was everything I could have dreamed of—smart, funny, fiercely sexual, and with a body that left me speechless. Our connection wasn’t just physical; it was emotional and intellectual, a rare blend that made me feel like the luckiest man alive.

She’d been away at a conference for a week, and the distance only amplified my longing for her. On Friday morning, my phone lit up with a text from her: Can’t wait to see you tonight. My heart raced. I’d already planned the perfect evening—picking her up from the airport and taking her to her favorite mom-and-pop Italian restaurant near her place, a cozy spot that always felt like ours.

I arrived at the airport early, my nerves buzzing with anticipation. As I stood near the escalator, I spotted her descending, radiant in a black sundress cinched with a white belt. She was breathtaking. I wanted to shout to the strangers nearby about how stunning she was, but I bit my tongue, knowing it might not be the most appropriate moment. When her eyes met mine, a smile spread across her face that warmed me to my core. This woman was incredible.

I rushed to her, wrapping her in the tightest hug, whispering, “I missed you so much.” Our lips met, and in that kiss, every stress of the day melted away. We walked to baggage claim, her hand in mine, laughing as she recounted her flight and the chaos of her day. Her energy was infectious. Once we grabbed her suitcase, we headed to my car, and the moment we slid inside, we were in each other’s arms, kissing fiercely, our tongues dancing in a hungry, desperate rhythm.

“God, I missed you so much, James,” Elle moaned, her voice low and sultry.

“I missed you too,” I murmured back, my heart pounding.

As we drove to the restaurant, my hand rested on her thigh, gently caressing her soft skin. She leaned closer, her breath hot against my ear. “You’re making me so wet,” she whispered. My body responded instantly, a grin spreading across my face as I fought to keep my focus on the road.

At the restaurant, we sat across from each other, the candlelight casting a warm glow over her features. She teased me under the table, her foot sliding up my leg, brushing against me in a way that made my pulse race. “Elle, are you crazy?” I whispered, half-laughing, half-dazed by her boldness. Her response was an adorable, mischievous giggle that only made me want her more. The food was incredible, as always, but when the waitress asked if we wanted dessert, Elle’s answer was quick: “No, thank you.” Her eyes sparkled with intent, and I knew she had other plans.

The drive to my place was a blur of anticipation. My hand slid higher up her thigh, and I realized with a jolt that she’d slipped off her panties at some point. “That’s a surprise,” I said, my voice thick with desire.

“A pleasant one?” she teased, her tone playful.

“God, yes,” I replied, my fingers exploring her, feeling her warmth and wetness. At a red light, she grabbed my hand, sucking my fingers with a slow, deliberate intensity that drove me wild. A honk from the car behind us snapped me back to reality, and I pressed the gas, my heart racing as I turned the next corner, my fingers still teasing her.

We pulled into my driveway, and the air between us crackled with need. “Take me tonight,” she whispered, her voice a sultry command as we stumbled through the door. I pressed her against the wall, my lips crashing into hers, my hands roaming her body. I found the zipper of her dress and slowly pulled it down, kissing the back of her neck as the fabric slipped to the floor. She stepped out of it, standing in just her heels and bra, her beauty overwhelming. I unhooked her bra, letting it fall, and led her to the couch, bending her over.

That’s when I noticed her little surprise—a jeweled plug, winking at me in the dim light. I spanked her gently, and she moaned, encouraging me with a breathy, “Oh, yes.” Another smack, and she gasped, “Fuck, I need this.” I dropped to my knees, my tongue finding her, teasing her until her moans grew louder, her body trembling on the edge. But I wasn’t ready to let her tip over just yet.

“You’re evil,” she said with a grin, her voice dripping with playful accusation.

I stood, pulling her close, kissing her deeply as I led her to the bedroom. “I have a surprise for you,” I said, guiding her to the bed. I slipped a blindfold over her eyes, feeling her shiver with excitement. Gently, I secured her wrists in restraints, her trust in me palpable. I teased her, my body pressed against hers, building her anticipation until she was squirming beneath me. When I finally entered her, her moans filled the room, her body arching to meet mine. “Oh, fuck, you’re so big,” she gasped, her voice raw with pleasure.

I moved with her, our rhythm intense and perfect, her feet pressed against my chest as I drove deeper. My hand found her throat, squeezing lightly, and her moans grew louder, her body trembling as she cried out, “I’m coming!” Her release was explosive, her pleasure fueling mine.

Pausing to catch my breath, I reached for the lubricant by the bedside table. I gently removed her plug, and she gasped, “Really?”

“Is that okay?” I asked, checking in with her.

“Oh, hell yes,” she replied, her voice eager.

I took my time, easing into her, ensuring she was comfortable. Her moans guided me, her body responding to every movement. “You’re doing great,” I murmured, my voice soft but intense. As I moved deeper, her pleasure was evident in every sound, every smile. I worked her body, my hand teasing her, until she cried out again, her release overwhelming. “Where do you want it, baby?” I asked, my own climax building.

“In me,” she gasped, and as I let go, filling her, she shattered again, her body trembling as she soaked me. “Holy fuck,” she panted, collapsing into my arms. “That was amazing.”

I held her close, our bodies entwined, and as we caught our breath, I looked into her eyes. “I love you, Elle,” I said, the words spilling out naturally.

She looked at me, her eyes soft and searching. “Really?”

“Yeah,” I said, my heart full. “I do.”

“I love you too, James,” she whispered, and we lay there, wrapped in each other, the world fading away