Candlelight Surprise

Elaine opened the door to her apartment and gasped in delight. The living room was bathed in the gentle glow of dozens of candles, and the rich aroma of her favorite Italian dishes wafted from the kitchen. Standing amid it all was her boyfriend, Tom, wearing a proud grin. "Surprise," he said softly. Elaine felt her heart melt; she had mentioned having a hard week, and he had clearly gone all out to make her smile. They ate dinner on the floor, picnic-style among the candles. By the time dessert was finished, Elaine’s worries had long melted away, replaced by warm affection and desire. She leaned over to kiss a smudge of chocolate from Tom’s lips; one kiss turned into several, slow and languid. "You are incredible," she whispered between kisses. "I just want you to be happy," Tom replied, brushing her hair back gently. Elaine took his hand and led him to the bedroom, where more candles flickered on the nightstand. Their shadows danced on the walls as they undressed each other patiently. Tom’s hands were careful and loving as he slipped off her blouse and caressed the soft skin beneath. Elaine answered by unbuttoning his shirt, planting kisses down his chest with each inch of revealed skin. When they finally came together on the bed, it was with a sigh of contentment. Tom entered her slowly, their fingers entwined between their bodies. The lovemaking was unhurried—a gentle ebb and flow of pleasure under the candlelight. Elaine arched her back, a quiet moan escaping her as Tom filled her completely. Each movement felt like a continuation of his earlier kindness, every thrust a silent "I love you." They reached a tender climax together, Elaine burying her face in Tom’s neck as waves of bliss rolled through them. Afterwards, he pulled the covers over them and they cuddled close, watching the candle flames until they flickered out. Elaine realized she hadn’t thought about her stressful week even once in the last few hours. In Tom’s arms, by the light of the last candle, all she felt was love.