I came home from work one night to see thousands of candles scattered throughout the apartment. A bouquet of fresh flowers was at the center of the kitchen table. Soft music was playing from the stereo. My stomach growled due to the smell coming from the kitchen.
"Phil?" I asked, looking around.
Phil appeared with two wine glasses in his hand, all smiles.
"Sparkling grape juice? What is the occasion?" I asked, taking the glass he handed me.
"You are. Or rather, we are. Cheers."
I couldn't help but smile at him as we clinked our glasses together.
"What is all this?" I asked, looking around.
"This is our first night without Tamma. I want to make it special. Sweep my lady off her feet. How am I doing?" He asked, putting his arm around my waist.
"Terrific. You've outdone yourself." I told him, approvingly.
Phil ushered me to the kitchen table then brought out dinner plates.
"You cooked?" I asked him, shocked.
"I do know how." He said with a grin.
"Mushroom stuffed chicken? I'm impressed."
We had a terrific dinner then Phil took me by the hand and pulled me into the living room. We slow danced to the music playing. We held each other close, looking into each other's eyes.
"Can I tell you something without you saying something to kill this moment?" Phil asked.
"Ooh, makes me nervous when you ask a question like that." I told him.
Phil didn't say anything immediately. He looked deep in my eyes and brushed a stray hair back from my face.
"I love you." He said, softly and sincerely.
My breath was caught in my chest. We both knew how we felt about each other but hadn't actually spoken the words yet. This was the first time he had ever told me.
"I love you too, Phil."
"I hope you don't hold it against me that I haven't said those words before now. It's been true since the day I met you." He told me.
It was hard for me to tell him that I had known for a long time but decided against it.
"I could say the same thing. How about instead you just hold me against you?" I said with a teasing smile.
"Woman, you're going to be the death of me one day." He said, tracing my jaw line with his finger tips.
"Yeah, probably." I smiled.
When his lips met mine again, I could feel how deep his passions ran. His kiss alone was enough to make my heart skip a beat. I moaned as he started kissing and nibbling down my neck, running his tongue in the base of my throat. My head fell back, giving him further access.
Phil pulls the strap down on my tank top as my pulse quickens. I pushed his head back to lick the tattoo that he has behind his left ear.
I take a small step away from him and take off my top. Phil expertly removes my bra with one hand and cups the suddenly free breast with his other. Instantly, my nipples harden in response.
"Fuck, Krissy." Phil moans before taking my nipple into his mouth.
I wrap my leg around him in response, pulling him so that only what remained of our clothing was the only thing keeping us separated. I tug on his jeans, releasing his button and zipper. Phil scoops me up and carries me to our bedroom. The rest of our clothes are quickly discarded once he tosses me onto the bed.
My entire body is consumed with the fire burning for him as he slips a finger into me. I moan his name and raise my hips to him. Phil grins and picks up my foot, biting down on the big toe. I squirm under him in response. Slowly, he sinks himself into me, our bodies becoming connected.
Slowly at first, then picking up speed. Our bodies are covered in sweat as we are both being driven towards an intense orgasm, calling out for each other. Phil collasped in a heap next to me after he pulls out.
I curled up beside him, kissing his jaw line.
"I will say that no one can do romance like CM Punk." I told him.
Phil pulled away from me, sitting up.
"Who's been trying?"
I laughed and smacked him in the face with a pillow.
