Olivia

Chapter 4

I walk through the door, and the aroma that greets me makes my stomach growl. Phillip is a great cook, and I love it when he cooks for me. I follow the scent to the kitchen to find Phillip getting ready to set the table.

"How did I get so lucky?"

He seems a bit startled, "hi, baby. How was your day?"

I walk towards him, wrapping him in a hug.

"I can't even remember, but it suddenly got great."

He chuckles, "good," he kisses my lips, "go fresh up real quick."

I almost ran to the shower, planning on doing just that.

A few minutes later, I return in my robe. It was already laid out on the bed, so I just wore it since Phillip had put it there.

"Just in time," Phillip pulls a chair for me to sit.

Phillip is a total romantic, and our romance was a whirlwind one. Everything happened so quickly.

We eat over candlelight. The food is delicious, as it always is when he prepares it. We get done eating, and we move to the living room with a bottle of wine. We are touching and kissing on each other more than we are drinking our wine.

Phillip whispers, "to the bedroom now."

He takes the wine glass from my hand and picks me up in his arms.

When we reach the room, he lays me on the bed, and I stay in the same spot while he strips and puts on his robe. He moves back towards me, and I look at him, biting my lower lip.

"Behave, will you?"

We both laugh.

I know that he planned this romantic evening because his niece will soon be here. I know this is a way of thanking me, as well as letting me know things will be ok. I'm not complaining. I will enjoy this evening.

He pulls on the tie of my robe and undresses me. He rolls me unto my stomach and pours oil down the center of my back. His hands work up magic. He gives a great massage.

Phillip gets about halfway through the massage when he is at his limit. He wastes no time. He penetrates me slow and deep. I release a low moan.

After about five minutes, I am aware that Phillip is close. I will have to do it again. Whenever it's a romantic evening like this, I am almost, always, left unsatisfied. Phillip cums so prematurely. As much as I love his thoughtfulness for making my evening special, I always go to sleep unsatisfied.

I fake my orgasm to not hurt Phillip. Phillip rolls over and goes to sleep almost instantly, and I go to the shower. I will have to give myself the release he can't.

I want to talk to Phillip about it, but I'm not sure how to even address the issue.
After about ten minutes, I returned to my bed, satisfied, but unhappy with how I've achieved that satisfaction.