The timing was almost perfect. The sun was setting, setting the flat alight in a beautiful golden glow. The table was set, and stainless steel cutlery was next to the brilliant white plates. The glasses, a decorated blue crystal, send beams of light dancing over the walls. A delicious smell of tartiflette came from the oven, slowly counting down to a precise moment in time. Tartiflette, a French dish, is known for its ridiculous amount of cheese and its capacity to be reheated if needed. And I was counting on it.
He arrived on time. He always did. The soft knock on the door made me smile, as always. The gentle giant, there when I needed him, and someone who had become very important to me in my life. A friend, but a friend with benefits too. He had seen me naked a hundred times, and this time I was clothed, a silk kimono I bought once from a Japanese market. He gave me a soft kiss on the lips, and the warmth of his arms made me melt.
We exchanged the typical pleasantries and sat down on the sofa. We talked about the little things; work, health, the weather… I didn’t really care, I just wanted to be with him. The homemade mini croissants with pesto sauce slowly disappeared, and it was time to eat. We both got up and walked to the table. He helped with the heavy lifting, bringing the dish to the table.
Then he asked the question. How’s it going? Yeah, it’s going pretty well.
About a month ago, I changed my medication. I knew what was going to happen, and I hate it so much. The first thing is does is make me unable to climax. This lasts about a week, before completely killing my sex drive. And that is what my month had been like. Until yesterday. Then it all came back. Everything. All in one go. There was no gentle comeback, no slight tingle, it just happens in a single night. Incapable of keeping my hands on the keyboard, feeling myself damp and moist every time I move. Toys weren’t enough. Toys don’t moan, toys don’t look at me as if I was the sexiest person alive, and toys certainly don’t take me roughly, almost savagely. I needed someone to be there. I needed someone to be inside me. I needed someone to take me.
“It’s back”, I whispered. His fork stopped mid-way from plate to mouth, and he paused before putting the cutlery down with a gentle clang.
“Back?” he said with a little smile, and I nodded. He got up slowly, circled the table, and stood behind me. One hand caressed my neck, pushing my hair to one side as he kissed my forehead. I looked up at him with furious desire in my eyes.
“Let me check”, he said, softly. One hand caressed me, slowly descending down my shoulder, and slid gently under the silk, heading softly down my right breast. The fingers inched, searching, and found my nipple. Hard, erect. A soft whimper encouraged him to go further. His fingers pinched my nipple while his other hand moved down to my waist, expertly pulling at the sash, the sound of soft silk sliding in complete silence. It fell to the floor, and gravity took care of the rest, pulling the red silk down, exposing me. The other hand had its rewards; both breasts between his hands, kneading, pulling, caressing…
“It does indeed seem to be back, but one more thing…” His right hand slid down my stomach, ever so slowly, his fingers barely touching my skin, the slightest contact sending electricity through my nerves. His finger reached my pussy, his index slowly probing, gently between my lips, and he felt the humidity, the desire, and the lack of love that I had been enduring for a month. I moaned, and leaned my head back as he kissed my neck. One hand pinched my nipple softly, the other ran up and down my pussy lips, slowly, teasing. Then he slid his damp finger between my pussy lips, moving upwards, and gently caressing my clit. I moaned, loudly, I didn’t care who heard me. I needed this.
The tartiflette sat neglected on the table, cooling down, while he expertly heated up my body. Gentle movements, tenderness, loving… Within minutes, I could feel a powerful orgasm building up inside of me, and he kept the same rhythm, kissing me, letting me feel him pressed against my upper back and shoulders, his fingers sending me to heaven. I moaned, I bit my lip, I bit his lip, and I sent my tongue deep into his mouth. He slowed down to exactly the right speed, gentle circles around my clitoris as my muscles tightened, trying desperately to swallow his fingers as I came.
He stopped, placing his hand flat on my pussy, pushing gently down as the final waves subsided. He held on to me tight, as if I was about to fall off the chair, and maybe I was. I trembled as he cupped my head, holding my head against his chest, letting me hear his heartbeat. I don’t know how long I stayed there, but I do know that he wiped a tear from my cheek. He smiled, we kissed, and then we started all over again.
The cat jumped on the table to help herself to his dish. No one stopped her as two humans re-discovered their passion for the first time in a month on the sofa. It didn’t matter, I had made enough for everyone, and maybe, just maybe, I had planned the evening to be this way.
