Date Night Surprise: A Dildo and Dinner Pairing

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The golden hour light bled through her windows, casting long, warm shadows across the table set for two. Kai’s heart still hammered a frantic rhythm against her ribs, a secret echo of the interrupted moment just before the doorbell chimed. A faint, warm flush painted her skin, a lingering ghost of her own touch as she greeted him, his smile a little too knowing. The air itself felt charged, thick with the scent of simmering garlic and her own unspoken anticipation. When his fingers, cool from his wine glass, traced the line of her jaw, she trembled, a silent confession. His gaze held hers, dark and intense, as he led her from the chair, the promise of the forgotten meal fading into insignificance. The first touch of his lips to her neck was a shock of lightning, erasing all thought, all pretense. Every caress of his hands felt like an answer to a question her body had been asking all evening, a slow, deliberate claiming. A soft, breathless sound escaped her as he guided her back, the world narrowing to the heat of his skin and the weight of his desire. In that suspended silence, punctuated only by ragged breaths, he began a tender, relentless rhythm, completing the symphony she had started alone, until she was utterly, completely his.