fantasies had proven immensely satisfying, and he had to admit a bit of sadness that this was the last one.
But sex with his wife always fired his blood, and he knew the two of them would find plenty of other ways to keep their sex life sizzling. Besides, they could revive the game later on if they decided to.
Emma took a small bite of her cracker with cheese and Jake felt his erection throb as her lips parted and her tongue darted out. His thoughts ran away with him, as he pictured her perfect lips closing around his sex and her sweet tongue swirling against him.
His wife’s giggle pulled him from his lusty thoughts and he realized he’d crumpled the paper in his fist.
Smoothing the tiny slip, he read her fantasy out loud.
“I want to make love on satin sheets, with rose petals scattered all over and candlelight and sexy music setting the mood.”
“Girly, I know,” Emma said. “But I thought it would be wildly romantic.”
“So that’s what you’re prep work was all about?” he asked.
She nodded, finishing off the last of her wine.
“Sound like a great idea to me,” he said. “Now you draw.”
He knew which fantasy of his was left in the bowl. He’d had a moment of hesitation when he’d written it down and dropped it in with the others, but after Emma’s fantasy of wanting a little dominance in their sex life, he figured she’d be up for what he had in mind.
Her slender hand removed the paper, and he held his breath as she read.
“I want to blindfold you.”
He watched as her eyes lifted to his, curiosity and desire blazing.
“Really?” she whispered.
“Just for the purpose of teasing and exciting,” he said. “I wouldn’t do anything that would make you uncomfortable.”
“I know that,” she said. “I trust you.”
“You like the idea?” His heart hammered, the possibilities of the evening playing out in his mind like a steamy movie.
Emma nodded, then grinned.
“I’ll be right back.” He pressed a quick kiss on her forehead, then headed to the front door to grab his duffel bag.
He returned to the table and placed the small package in her hands.
“What’s this?” she asked.
“The prep work I had to do,” he answered, reaching over to trace a lazy finger across the swell of her breasts above the lacy black cups. “Open it.”
Emma didn’t bother with trying to salvage the wrapping. She just tore right in, removing the paper and lifting the lid on the small box. Jake saw her smile slide into place as she held the black satin blindfold in her hands.
“It’s personalized.” Jake turned the blindfold over, pointing out the red embroidered letters on the left side.
“E and J,” Emma read, touching the letters with her fingertip. “Very sweet.”
Jake eyed the kitchen table and thought it would be a fine place to try out the blindfold. In five seconds he could have the plates, glasses, and candles cleared off, freeing the space to lay his gorgeous wife down and do all manner of erotic things to her body.
His cock pulsed with greed at the thought, but Jake reminded himself that Emma had a fantasy too, and had apparently gone to some effort to prepare their bedroom.
He watched as she picked up both empty bowls, dropping the blindfold inside one. She stood, ready to make her way to the bedroom, and before he gave in to his more basic urges, he stood as well, pulling Emma to his side, and blew out the candles. He remembered her desire for something wildly romantic and reached down, swung his wife up into his arms and carried her toward the bedroom. He loved the way she felt in his arms. Light, yet so very real. Her skin warm, her curves soft.
She nuzzled her face against his neck, her lips grazing his skin with warm kisses that shot electricity straight to his erection. She clutched the bowls to her chest and the robe hung loosely from her shoulders, the skimpy black bra pushing her round breasts toward his face. He couldn’t help but lean down and close his