A Short Story by Cecile B Smith

A Night To Never Forget....


Caleb was dressed to the hilt in his black slacks, gray shirt and purple tie. He knew Ceila's favorite color was purple. Tonight was her birthday and he'd planned a special evening at her favorite restaurant. Yep, tonight was all about her. He loved to shower her with attention, she deserved it, she appreciated it--at him.

Ceila opened the door and his jaw nearly dropped. She was dressed in a sexy black skirt and pink blouse, with the top three buttons left undone, revealing her tantalizing cleavage. The killer high heels she knew turned him on, just one more things about her that made their relationship special. He let out a deep breath and gave her a sexy smile.

God, he loved the way that skirt hugged her hips, the way those shoes made her legs look a mile long. He loved to tease her about those heels calling them her "fuck me" shoes. Caleb could tell from the glint in her eyes that was precisely what she had in mind for later tonight.

They sat in a cozy, secluded spot at the restaurant, enjoying each others company and talked about the day and their weekend plans.

The food was wonderful, the wine was delicious and the atmosphere was perfect. Caleb could see the hungry look in her beautiful eyes and knew it had nothing to do with food. At one point during their conversation, she took off her shoe and discreetly ran it up his calf and between his thighs. Sucking in a deep breath, he waved for the waiter to bring the check to their table, threw some money on the table and he escorted her out the restaurant.

In the car, she teased him the whole way home. Kissing, feeling and nudging him in places she knew would make him burn inside. He'd let her enjoy a bit of control now, but once inside, he'd take over--just how she liked it.

Once inside the house, he pushed her against the closed door, capturing her mouth, pressing against her. The kiss grew hungry, deeper and more demanding. Desire flashed through him hot and intense, but her knew he had to slow down. He had more in mind for her tonight--something very special.
He drew away and they smiled at each other through their ragged breathing. Without a word, he picked her up and headed to the bedroom.

***


He lay her on the bed. "Relax, darlin'," he said with an easy grin. Celia loved it when he gave her a personal strip tease show.

He began by unloosing the knot of his tie. Very slowly working it down, watching her under his lashes. He slipped the tie over his head and tossed it on the bed. "I've got plans for that later," he teased. She grew warm at the thought of what he would do with it. Painstakingly slow, he eased his shirt from his slacks. Celia's gaze was riveted to his fingers as he slowly turned each button. She watched, growing wet with each flick of his fingers, anticipating the ripple of muscles across his chest as he shrugged the shirt over his broad shoulders. The wait was nearly killing her, but she knew Caleb would make it worth every excruciating moment.

Once he was free of his shirt, he put one foot on the edge of the bed and proceeded to take off one shoe at at a time,followed by his socks. He's smiling the whole time, taking his own sweet time, knowing the agony she's in. She knows, too, it's payback for the car ride home. He straightened and Celia looked on him as she'd never done before. Here was her dream man, her ultimate fantasy. Deliciously wicked thoughts crossed her mind and he must have known her thoughts because he smiled spoke softly, "In due time."

His hands moved to his belt and he unfastened it slowly, pulling it from the loops as if there was no rush at all-- except the rush of molten heat coursing through her veins. He tossed the belt to the floor. His fingers wrapped around the button, slowly undoing it; his grin was that of the cat that ate the carny. He knew what he was doing to her and he enjoyed it as much as she did.

His fingers clutched the zipper and she inhaled a hiss. Damn this man was going to be the death of her. Slowly, lazily sliding the zipper down.

Once the zipper was down, he slowly pushed the slacks down-- heavens above--there is a God. Caleb was wearing her favorite pair of purple boxer briefs, the ones she'd given him for his birthday.
They clung to his thighs like chocolate on strawberries. She saw the gleam in his eyes and knew he'd done this just for her.

This was her birthday dessert and she wanted to savor every luscious morsel.

Dark wavy hair, deep blue eyes, luscious lips. Built like an athlete of the gods. She loved him with every fiber of her being. How could she want for anything more on her birthday or any day before or after? Celia was in heaven. There were only two words on her mind as she took him in from head to toe. "Come here." And he complied before another word could escape her lips, except when she said his name in a shuddering sigh.

Two words, "Come here," and he was on top of her before any other words could escape her lips; expect his name of course.

This is a story written solely by me - Cecile B Smith (with editing help from a very great, dear friend of mine - I owe you my heart). If you wish to use this story or any pieces of it, please contact me. For this is my heart, soul and blood... And besides I will hunt you down and cast a spell of bed bugs forever in your pj's!!! I hope you enjoyed the story!!!!!!!