Love. An intense feeling of deep affection. That's how I feel towards him. He makes me so happy. Peter is his name. He is the best thing that I have ever had. Usually he would go all out to try and spoil me today. Of course the day is about me too, but I just want it to be all about him. He's been working so hard, until he hadn't taken any time out for himself. Just to make sure that he didn't buy me anything, I took his wallet, and hid it the hamper full of clean clothes that I needed to fold. It's a wonder he hasn't noticed yet. Currently, he was chilling on the patio, strumming away on his acoustic guitar. This last leg of the 24k Magic North American tour has not even given him a chance to breathe and relax. I'm just beyond thankful that he was able to come home for our anniversary, because he has to turn back around and go to Philadelphia in the morning. I had prepared some of his favorite dishes that his mother used to cook for him when he was younger, along with his favorite wine. I was so nervous when I was cooking, because his mother only taught me twice how to make this. There was a stereo, set to play all of his favorite music. I also might have went crazy and bought him a dozen more hats and rings. I know he doesn't need anymore, but he was going to buy some more sooner or later. He always talks about how he loves when I play in his hair because it turns him on. Anything turns him on though. And I literally mean anything. Just about anytime I'm doing something normal like eating or taking out the trash, he gets hard. Don't ask why though. After everything was set, I walked outside and just stood behind him, listening to him sing his heart out. "That was so beautiful Bru," I finally spoke with my hands folded over my heart, making him jump a little. He turned and smiled when we locked eyes. "Not as beautiful as you are," he then commented, making my cheeks turn fifty shades of red. He sat his guitar down before waving me over, inviting me to sit in his lap. When I did, he pulled my face down and kissed every inch of my face, making me giggle. "How was your day love," he asked, running his hand up and down my back. I followed suit and started playing in his hair. His eyes instantly started to close. "It was good, the usual, but it was good." Not even a few seconds later, I felt his manhood lifting up, and he smirked. "Sorry babe I can't help it," he said, his hands finding themselves underneath my blouse. I remembered the pots that were on the stove, and I instantly stood up. He groaned from the loss of contact. I reached out for his hands, and helped him stand up. We went back inside and I led him into the kitchen, but he paused for a second. I gave him a concerned look. "What's wrong?" He sniffed the air, and his eyes started to get glossy. "Is th-that- chicken adobo," he asked, and I smiled, and pulled the chair out for him.
Bruno's POV
As Michelle pulled out the chair for me, the tears just started coming. The sweet aroma of the food just brought back so many memories of my mom and Hawaii. Although it's been five years since we lost her, I never really gotten over it. I sat down, and quickly wiped the tears away because I didn't want Michelle to see me cry, even though I think she did. She rubbed my back, and gave me kisses on my cheek, making me smile. She is really an amazing woman, and I'm glad God put her in my life. "I haven't had any in forever. Thanks so much babe," I said, watching her put something from every pot onto my plate. She sat it front of me, and winked and pointed a remote towards the stereo system, and Elvis Presley burst through the speakers, and I just laughed. She was being too perfect right now. I feel bad that she's doing all of this for me, and I didn't buy her anything. I would have been spoiling the hell out of her, but I can't find my wallet for the life of me. I really need to find it before my flight in the morning...
Michelle and I ate and talked about any and everything, and she poured us both a glass of my favorite wine. "Happy anniversary Bruno," she said sweetly, placing her hand on top of mine. I smiled, "Happy anniversary Michelle. Thank you so much for everything. I'm so sorry that I didn't get you anything. You know I was going to but I think someone stole my wallet. But don't worry, I'm go-" She cut me off with a kiss. "Shut up Bruno," she giggled, and I blushed. "The night isn't over yet," she said, pulling me out of the seat and leading us into the bedroom. The floor was completely covered with a bunch of hats and rings, I guess instead of rose petals. "Babe," I happily sighed, not knowing what to say. She kissed me until I fell on the bed, and straddled me. I put my hands on her hips, and buried my face in her neck. She started playing in my hair, and I got hard again. It's the little things she does that just drive me crazy. "Take your shirt off for me," she purred, stripping from her blouse. She didn't have to tell me twice. I moaned at the sight of her perfect breasts, while slipping my shirt over my head.
Michelle's POV
I was taking him by surprise, because he's usually the one in control in the bedroom. I pushed his chest, signalling for him to lay down. I could see the lust in his eyes. He pulled me by the wrists, causing me to fall on top of him. The tension was rising by the second. "Michelle, you're so beautiful," he whispered, stroking my hair. I kissed him on cheek, and grabbed the blindfolds from my nightstand. "Are those for you," he asked, getting excited, thinking he was going to take the lead. I kissed his lips as I slipped them over his eyes. He laid his head back and moaned out of frustration. I stopped for a second to take off my pants, and then I leaned back down to him. I used my tongue, and dragged it down his chest. Little by little, he started moaning. I ran my hands across the front of his pants, to feel him already rock hard. "Michelle," he moaned.
Bruno's POV
Although she was being way too sexy right now, I could not let her do this. She has already done so much, it's just not right. I felt her start to unbutton my pants, and she palmed me. I snatched the blindfolds off, and sat up to see her confused face. "What's the matter," she asked, trying to get me to lay back down. I smirked, and slipped them over her eyes, and switched positions with her. "It's my turn to do something," I said, kissing her until her head fell on the pillow. I reached her her back to unclasp her bra, and helped her pull it off. My mouth salivated at the sight of her breasts. They were naturally full and beautiful. I took her left nipple in my mouth, and softly nibbled on it. She put her hands in my hair, and started letting out soft moans. I kissed lower and lower on her body, until I reached her underwear. It was visibly soaked, and it only made me harder. "Bruno please," she breathed, arching her back as I finally removed it, and rubbed her up and down. Her moans soon turned into squeals. I swiftly ran my tongue back and forth over her swollen clit, making her jitter. "Oh my God," she whispered, pulling my hair some. Before I could do anything else, she sat up, and feeling around for my pants. "What are you doing," I asked, guiding her since her eyes were still covered. "I'm about to make love to you."
Thirty Minutes Later...
Michelle's POV
Bruno and I were at it, and we were a moaning mess." There was no better feeling than being wrapped in each other's embrace, and making sweet love to each other. I was on top, moving my hips on him, as he was thrusting underneath. Even though I couldn't see his face, I knew he was enjoying this as much as I was. "Baby, I love you so much," he moaned, rubbing his hand up and down my back. I leaned down and placed my head on his chest, as he started thrusting faster and harder in my spot. "I love you too, Bruno." I felt one of his hands wander down to my clit, and he rubbed it around in circles, making my body go weak. "Come on baby. Cum for me," he whispered, rubbing it harder. Curses and swears left my mouth as I felt my peak coming. Soon enough, we both came and it felt amazing. We both sighed happily, and I removed the blindfolds from my eyes. I looked down to Bruno, who was still catching his breath, but smiling wide at me. "Happy anniversary Michelle," he said, kissing my cheek. I'm the luckiest woman in the world.
