I close my eyes as I sag against the wall of the elevator, the light ding drowned out by my sigh of

relief.

Finally home.

All I want to do now is kiss my beautiful girl, grab something to eat, and take a long hot shower. Or

maybe a bath, with Bella. Just snuggle together, relax, let this fucking long day come to a slow, sweet

end.

I only open my eyes after the elevator comes to a stop at the top floor, where I shuffle over to the door

on the right of the short hallway. I'm sure that our nosy neighbor is watching me again, but what can I

say, I really don't care. The walls are sound proof, the windows mirrored, if that old hag gets off on

keeping track how often we come and go, I'll be the last one to get in her face. After all, we're just a

young couple, happily in love, and have nothing to hide.

I laugh softly to myself as I get my keys out and let myself in.

If only she knew.

Still grinning I kick my shoes off, dump my messenger bag on the floor in the entryway, and hang my

jacket into the closet before I make a beeline for the fridge. I'm starving, and I'm thirsty, and while I

long to find out if Bella is home already, I need to fulfill my primal needs first before we end up in a

tumble of sweaty limbs on the lime green flokati rug in front of the fireplace. Although actually

making sweet love to my girl on the rug sounds like a really good idea. We can always take that bath

another day.

Quickly making sure that Bella isn't anywhere in sight I take a deep draft from the OJ, smirking at

myself that she has already domesticated me to the point where I feel bad about drinking straight from

the carton. Not that she doesn't do it herself when she thinks I'm not watching, mind you, but for some

weird reason we both fall into the habit of playing house when we're in the kitchen. Behaving

ourselves. Being all proper and nice.

I make a mental note that I dearly need to fuck my girl on the kitchen counter before the weekend. Five

weeks since we moved in, and still the kitchen remains undefiled. Can't have that.

I'm lucky and find there's a microwave dish with some leftovers from yesterday. Not bothering to heat

the food, I wolf down half of the contents of the container before I grab a can of Coke, relishing the

prickling sensation on my tongue as I take a sip.

I'm just about to close the fridge when I notice a folded sheet of paper taped to the door. Continuing to

ravage the food, I pick it up and open it on the counter, idly chewing and swallowing as I stare at the brief note.

I'm waiting for you. Upstairs.

My appetite quickly recedes, or rather redirects itself. No longer hungry for food I set the dish back in

the fridge, and quickly gulp down my soda. Can't make Bella wait, after all.

As I hurry up the stairs I wonder where she's waiting for me. Only two choices really, the bedroom or

the playroom. Right or left. As I round the bend in the staircase I see the bedroom door wide open,

and for a moment I'm nearly disappointed. Not that I mind some nice 'nilla loving, but why would she

leave me a note for that?

As I'm just about to enter the bedroom I see light flicker over the white wall, and as I turn slowly, I

realize that the playroom door is open, just a sliver. A smile spreads on my face as I peek inside, my

cock already stirring.

And there she is, my beautiful Bella, kneeling on the pillow on the floor, her back to me. She is

completely naked, of course, her mahogany hair cascading down over one shoulder as her head is

bent. Around her are four huge white pillar candles, casting the otherwise empty playroom into a

warm light.

My cock gets almost painfully hard, but I will my boner to subside. Not that that helps much, seeing

her like this, but I can't exactly follow my urges and just take her right there and fuck her until she

comes screaming on my cock. As enticing as the view might be, I get the message she's left for me

with the setup.

For one, she wants to play, not just fuck. I'm also sure that she chose the candles for a reason, or else

she would just have put the lights on dim.

That, and we have been talking a lot about trying something new for her, but I haven't gotten down to

actually doing anything yet as our schedule has been all screwed up this week. But now that we have

the evening to ourselves, Bella clearly has other plans than spend it snuggling in front of the TV.

I slowly step away from the door, trying not to make any additional noise as I go into the bathroom

adjacent to our bedroom and quickly undress. She must have heard me blundering around the condo,

but I can at least try to be stealthy now. For a moment I consider whacking off in the shower to take

care of my hard-on, but the fact of the matter is that I am tired.

Ice cold shower it is then.

Five minutes later I'm feeling vaguely human again after a vigorous rub-down with the soft new

towels. I even consider just going all naked, but I know how much Bella loves the leather pants, and

I'm doing this as much for her as for myself. So I quickly put them on, having to jump up and down a

few times to make them sit well. The downside of being with a girl who can cook amazingly well –

either I run another ten miles a week, or I start cutting back on the candy. Or fast food. Can't have that,